"Daring to injure students of our Shrek Academy, which academy are you from?"
Zhao Wuji's gaze swept over Tang San and Xiao Wu.
Being so young yet possessing such strength, they must have significant backgrounds. Perhaps their teacher was nearby.
It was precisely his past experience of being hunted that made Zhao Wuji act with extra caution.
Under the pressure of a Soul Sage-level aura, the expressions of Tang San and Xiao Wu instantly changed.
This pressure far surpassed Dai Mubai's, causing the flow of spirit power within their bodies to become sluggish.
"Beat the young ones, and now an old one comes. Your Shrek Academy is truly birds of a feather," Tang San forced out, supporting himself, his eyes cold and sharp, his words showing not a hint of concession.
"Insolence!"
This remark indeed provoked Zhao Wuji. He took a step forward, causing a slight tremor in the ground.
His right hand formed into a palm, carrying a howling gust of wind, and struck directly towards Tang San.
Even without invoking his spirit, relying solely on Soul Sage-level spirit power, even a Soul King powerhouse would struggle to withstand it. If this palm struck true, Tang San would undoubtedly be severely injured.
"Xiao San!" Xiao Wu cried out in alarm, wanting to step forward to help, but was forced into near immobility by the immense pressure.
Facing this unavoidable palm strike, Tang San's eyes became as sharp as an eagle's.
His Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork was instantly pushed to its limit, his body drifting backward like a phantom.
Simultaneously, his hands brushed over the Twenty-Four Bridge Moonlit Night, and dozens of cold glints shot out like a sudden storm!
These were the Tang Sect hidden weapons Tang San had meticulously crafted.
Their angles were tricky, not aimed directly at Zhao Wuji's vital points, but instead enveloping the vulnerable joints, eyes, ears, mouth, and nose around his body, aiming to disrupt and hinder.
A flicker of surprise crossed Zhao Wuji's expression; clearly, he hadn't expected this youth to be so unusual.
With a sweep of his large hand, formidable spirit power formed a wall of air, repelling most of the hidden weapons.
However, a few willow-leaf blades with extremely tricky angles penetrated gaps in the spirit power, grazing his skin and leaving several fine trails of blood.
"Second Spirit Ability, Plucking Blossoms, Flying Leaves!"
Tang San shouted lowly, the second yellow spirit ring at his feet lighting up.
Countless Blue Silver Grass vines around them grew rapidly, gathering in front of him. Each vine was studded with sharp, blade-like pale golden leaves.
Immediately after, Tang San's hands flew like those of a Thousand-Armed Buddha, using an extremely bizarre technique to shoot these leaves towards Zhao Wuji!
This second spirit ring came from a seven-hundred-year Thousand-Blade Golden Chrysanthemum, granting the Blue Silver Grass leaves the ability to detach and attack.
Each leaf contained considerable cutting force and covered an extremely wide area.
Lin Mu had chosen this spirit ring with two considerations: to enhance the Blue Silver Grass's vitality and to strengthen Tang San's attack power.
Combined with Tang Sect hidden weapon techniques, the Blue Silver Grass spirit's prowess could be elevated by a whole level.
"First Spirit Ability, Immovable Vajra Body!"
Seeing this dense barrage of leaf blades, Zhao Wuji's expression visibly turned more serious. The first spirit ring on his body lit up accordingly.
A layer of solid golden light covered his entire body. Those sharp Blue Silver Grass leaves struck the golden light, emitting a dense series of chi chi sounds.
Most were deflected, though a few managed to pierce Zhao Wuji's defense.
Seizing this opportunity, Tang San once again employed Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to create distance.
His hands moved in quick succession, shooting several golden needles hidden amidst the Blue Silver Grass leaf blades.
Aiming directly for Zhao Wuji's eyes and throat!
"Third Spirit Ability, Gravity Enhancement!"
"Fifth Spirit Ability, Gravity Squeeze!"
Zhao Wuji was thoroughly enraged, using two spirit abilities simultaneously. He had clearly developed killing intent.
Tang San only felt his body grow heavy; his Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track footwork immediately became sluggish, as if mired in a swamp.
Immediately after, a terrifying impact force repelled all the hidden weapons and sent Tang San flying, crashing heavily against the wall.
"Let's see how you dodge this time!"
Zhao Wuji gave a fierce laugh, having no intention of sparing Tang San. His second spirit ring lit up accordingly.
At this critical moment, a flash of determination crossed Tang San's eyes.
The single purple spirit ring at his feet suddenly erupted with brilliant light!
"Third Spirit Ability, Life Share!"
Just as the purple spirit ring lit up, the Blue Silver Grass in the Star Dou Great Forest began to sway.
Tiny blue specks of light converged towards the inn.
Inside the inn, countless strands of even more solid, life-filled blue-gold vines interwove layer upon layer in front of Tang San, forming a thick blue-gold shield.
Zhao Wuji's palm, imbued with terrifying spirit power, struck the shield solidly.
BOOM!!
Amidst the tremendous noise, the Blue Silver Grass shield trembled violently, its surface cracking with countless fissures as if it would shatter the next moment.
Although the shield bore the brunt of the force, the remaining impact was still not something Tang San could withstand.
His face paled sharply, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, clearly sustaining significant injury.
However, being able to block a Soul Sage's second spirit ability was enough to prove the power of this skill.
This third spirit ability was taken from a thousand-year symbiotic ancient tree.
This ability was not a direct attack or defense, but rather allowed the sharing of life force with surrounding plants under certain conditions.
Currently, with Tang San's spirit power, he could only share life force with Blue Silver Grass.
Fortunately, this was the Star Dou Great Forest, not lacking in Blue Silver Grass, which was why he barely managed to block Zhao Wuji's strike.
Zhao Wuji stood there dumbfounded, unable to comprehend how a Soul Elder could withstand his attack.
In this fleeting moment of hesitation, Tang San, enduring the agonizing turmoil within his organs, focused his Purple Demon Eyes to their sharpest, capturing this transient opportunity.
His wrist, hidden in his sleeve, gave a sudden, sharp flick!
An almost imperceptible black streak of light silently tore through the air, heading straight for Zhao Wuji's palm.
By the time Zhao Wuji sensed the danger, it was already too late.
Pfft!
Accompanied by a slight sound of piercing flesh, the Through-Bone Needle accurately embedded itself into Zhao Wuji's palm. An intense pain spreading through.
"You're looking for death!"
Zhao Wuji flew into a complete rage, striding forward, a murderous gleam flashing in his eyes. He clearly intended to kill Tang San to vent his fury.
Xiao Wu rushed to Tang San's side to support him, her eyes filled with anxiety and anger.
At this critical juncture.
"How dare you!"
A light shout infused with spiritual energy, causing Zhao Wuji's heart to sink. Could it be that the teacher behind these two was also a Soul Sage powerhouse?
Just as Zhao Wuji grew wary of his surroundings, a fiery red figure appeared before him like a phantom.
Without using any spirit ability, with just a single punch, Zhao Wuji was sent flying dozens of meters away.
"How is this possible!!"
Zhao Wuji was greatly alarmed. To send him flying this far without using a spirit ability... was this person a Soul Douluo, or even a Title Douluo?
As he pondered how to respond, another punch came crashing towards him, slamming him heavily onto the ground.
Fists fell like meteors, each one containing terrifying power, pummeling Zhao Wuji until he had no means to fight back.