Douluo: Soul Transmigration into Yu Tianheng
Chapter 322

Tang San Escaped

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To say that his body is comparable to that of a god is no exaggeration—it is a transformation that is almost at the level of laws, where the physical body merges with the primordial energy of heaven and earth, making it difficult for anything to harm it and impervious to any law.

In this way, Tang San's prized Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle, despite their ingenious mechanism and potent poison, were no different from children's toys in front of Yu Tianheng's body, which was at a higher level. The needles struck his body like ants trying to shake a tree; they couldn't even break through his defenses, let alone move him.

Want to kill him with this?

Undoubtedly, it's still wishful thinking.

"How is this possible..." Tang San's breath hitched, and his fingers trembled slightly. He had considered that Yu Tianheng might be able to withstand it, after all, the opponent was a genius from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. However, he had anticipated that the opponent would use his eighth or even Ninth Soul Skill to directly confront the attack, which was in line with the combat logic of a top-tier Soul Master. But now, the opponent had withstood the Torrential Rain Pear Blossom Needle with just his physical body? This had exceeded his understanding of the physical strength of Soul Master; it was simply terrifying beyond human comprehension!

As the silver light faded, Yu Tianheng patted non-existent dust off his sleeves, a faint sneer playing on his lips.

Tang San's gaze turned completely somber. He knew that ordinary methods were no longer effective. He slowly raised his hand, and a palm-sized, intricately designed lotus-shaped object quietly appeared in his palm. The lotus petals were tightly closed, yet they faintly emitted a chilling aura.

"It seems I'll have to show you... Tang Sect's number one Hidden Weapon, Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus." His voice carried a hint of determination; this was his last trump card, a deadly weapon he would never use unless absolutely necessary.

Tang San's eyes were as cold and solemn as ice. The Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus in his palm trembled slightly under the infusion of Soul Power, and a dangerous, eerie light emanated from the edges of the petals. Without the slightest hesitation, he thrust his left hand forward, followed closely by his right hand—two Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus!

"Go!"

With a low shout, two closed metal lotus flowers pierced the air and suddenly bloomed a few feet away from Yu Tianheng.

In an instant, thousands of cold glints poured down like a torrential rain, mixed with countless fine poison needles and exploding fragments of mechanisms, forming two intertwined storms of death.

A piercing shriek tore through eardrums, and a violent energy surge swept out like a tsunami, lifting the ground several feet off the ground. Gravel and dust were reduced to dust in the shockwave. Its power was in no way inferior to the Ninth Soul Skill unleashed at full power by Titled Douluo!

Tang San instinctively took several steps back, using his Mysterious Heaven Skill to protect himself, his gaze fixed on the center of the storm. He refused to believe that the Tang Sect's ultimate weapons, used together, couldn't even shake the opponent's physical body!

Smoke and dust filled the air, obscuring all vision, with only the aftershocks of the energy collision still buzzing.

A moment later, the wind swept away the clouds, and the smoke slowly dissipated.

When Tang San saw the scene clearly, his pupils suddenly contracted, and his blood seemed to freeze instantly.

Yu Tianheng remained standing in the same spot, not even a strand of hair was disheveled. In front of him, a faint dragon's might condensed into an invisible barrier, blocking the fragments of Hidden Weapon and poison needles that were powerful enough to tear through steel plates and pierce Soul Bone, as well as the terrifying explosions, all of which were kept three feet away, leaving the ground in a mess.

"This..." Tang San clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white. Even with both Buddha's Fury Tang Lotus, he still couldn't harm his opponent in the slightest? This kind of physical defense was beyond his imagination.

Looking at Tang San frozen in place, Yu Tianheng's lips curled into a slight sneer, his tone casually mocking. "Looks like you've used up all your trump cards?"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly sharpened, and his previously calm demeanor instantly turned as ferocious as an enraged dragon. "In that case, it's my turn."

Before he finished speaking, Yu Tianheng shot out like Gui Mei, his powerful aura of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon overwhelming Tang San. His speed was so fast that he left only a blur. Before his palm strike even arrived, the ground was already torn apart by an invisible force.

"Protect Tang San!"

Stop him!

Upon seeing this, the Star Luo Empire knights and Soul Master who had followed Tang San stepped forward without hesitation. Hundreds of armored knights wielded long spears to form a defensive line, while dozens of elite Soul Master trained by the Star Luo Empire instantly released their Martial Soul, their Soul Ring gleaming, and various Soul Skill intertwined to form a defensive net, forcefully blocking Tang San and Yu Tianheng.

" Tang San, run!" a leading Soul Master roared, taking the brunt of Yu Tianheng's attack with his own body. Blood spurted from his mouth, but he still stared intently at Yu Tianheng. "You are crucial to the Empire, you cannot die here! We'll hold him off, you retreat!"

Tang San looked at the people who were fighting bloody battles to protect him, his teeth clenched, his heart filled with resentment and anxiety. He knew this was not the time to show off; these people's sacrifices could not be in vain.

"Take care!" he shouted in a low voice, no longer hesitating. His Mysterious Heaven Skill was rapidly circulating within his body. With a sway of his body, he used the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to its fullest extent. His whole being was like Gui Mei blending into the shadows. He flashed through the complex terrain a few times and then sped away into the distance, quickly disappearing from sight.

Just as Tang San's figure was about to disappear from sight, a cold glint flashed in Yu Tianheng's eyes, and almost instinctively he was about to give chase. He knew very well that letting Tang San go today would surely become a great threat in the future.

But the instant he moved, several figures rushed forward again, fearless of death.

Even with their armor shattered and bloodied, the knights of the Star Luo Empire still held up their broken spears to block his way; the surviving Soul Master exhausted their Soul Power, unleashing their last Soul Skill, hoping to slow him down even for a moment.

"Act recklessly!"

Yu Tianheng was thoroughly enraged, and his Thunder power erupted, with faint phantom images of dragon scales even appearing around his body. He hadn't wanted to waste time here, but these ant-like obstacles had completely ignited his killing intent.

"Since you want to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Tianheng stopped holding back. His figure flashed, and his palm strikes were wrapped in the power of Thunder. Each strike was devastating. The knights' armor shattered like paper, and the Soul Master ' defensive Soul Skill were no match for absolute power. Screams rose and fell, but then stopped abruptly.

In just a few breaths, the hundreds of the Star Luo Empire warriors who had formed a human wall were all lying in pools of blood. Yu Tianheng stood in the center of the corpses, his aura icy cold, and casually brushed the bloodstains off his sleeves.

War allows no mercy. He looked up in the direction Tang San had fled, his eyes as cold as ice, and turned to chase after him.

With the Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track pushed to its limit, Tang San's figure moved like a willow catkin blown by the wind, light and swift, weaving and leaping through the mountains and forests. In just a moment, he was already more than a hundred miles away. All that could be heard was the whistling wind. Such speed was something that even those long-established Titled Douluo would find difficult to match.

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