Every steel needle embedded in the prisoners had struck a vital point with perfect precision.
Throats, hearts, Dantians-not a single needle was wasted.
Even though the prisoners had activated their Martial Souls, they had been utterly powerless against the Peacock Plume's attack and died in an instant!
"This-"
Dai Mubai sucked in a cold breath and turned toward Tang San, his eyes filled with shock.
"Xiao San, the Peacock Plume's power is actually this terrifying!"
Tang San put away the Peacock Plume and said calmly, "This was only the Peacock Plume."
"If I had used the Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus instead, those dozen or so people wouldn't even have left corpses behind."
Dai Mubai fell silent.
He understood that if the hidden weapons in Tang San's hands could be mass-produced, it would be a revolution capable of overturning the entire Soul Master World!
"Xiao San."
Dai Mubai spoke slowly, his voice more serious than ever before.
"The Peacock Plume is indeed tremendously lethal. But if I'm not mistaken, you can't mass-produce it, can you?"
Tang San nodded slightly, his gaze sweeping over the needle-studded corpses strewn across the ground, his expression calm.
"Yes, Boss Dai. The Peacock Plume is indeed tremendously lethal, but it really would be difficult for me to mass-produce it alone."
"But gathering the continent's finest blacksmiths in the name of the Star Luo Empire wouldn't be difficult."
At his words, a gleam flashed through Dai Mubai's eyes. "You mean-"
"I have many kinds of hidden weapons. With enough manpower, arming a force of a hundred or even a thousand men wouldn't be difficult!"
Tang San's voice abruptly rose, carrying a hint of fervor.
"And I have a way to simplify the Peacock Plume. Although its power would decrease, killing Soul Kings still wouldn't be a problem!"