With a light tap of his toes, a ring of ice-blue light spread out from the shore and soon enveloped an area within five kilometers of the coastline.
Tang San looked at the several black dots on the shore, and his heart grew heavier.
"So there really is an ambush? Judging by the numbers, five God-tier Experts."
Tang San did not doubt the quality of the enemy's experts in the slightest. After all, quite a few God-tier Experts were still chasing him from behind, so there was no reason those intercepting him ahead would not be the same.
As the distance closed, Tang San could also make out their faces.
He had never seen Qian Renxue or Gu Yue, but the other two had left a deep impression on him. One was the current Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, whom he regarded as his greatest enemy, and the other was Ning Bei, who had turned the two strongest members of the Golden Iron Triangle into Ice Sculptures with a wave of his hand during the Soul Master Competition.
The Shura Sword plunged into the sand of the beach, kicking up a storm of wild sand.
But everyone present was a God-tier Expert, and not a single expression changed.
As Tang San separated from the Shura Sword and gripped it in his hand, the six of them instantly completed an exchange of glances.
"This really is quite the lineup. The Pope of Spirit Hall and the heir to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect?"
"I don't recognize the other two. Might you report your names?"
While probing Ning Bei's group with his words, Tang San quietly drew on all the strength in his body and condensed an inconspicuous milky white droplet.
He would not be stupid enough to waste time