"No good." Tang San called out in a low voice. The moment Zhao Wuji made his move, he had already figured out what his opponent was about to do.
The Great Master had once said that if one day they encountered an opponent with a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, they had to take out that Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan Soul Master first.
Zhao Wuji's attack was obviously not aimed solely at Ning Rongrong, but his clear intent to unleash an area attack was still meant to first disrupt Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda support effect.
A long blue-black vine suddenly lashed out. The vine bore no barbs, because it only carried the effect of Tang San's first Soul Ring. It whipped around Ning Rongrong's waist with lightning speed, and as Tang San leaped upward, he brought her body into the air as well.
With a muffled boom, the earth shook violently. A ring of earthen-yellow shockwaves rippled outward along the ground, surging toward Tang San and the other three.
Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing both reacted quickly. Xiao Wu leaped straight up from the front while Zhu Zhuqing shot out from the side, both clearing the shockwave. Tang San jumped almost simultaneously with Xiao Wu, the height of their leaps nearly identical.
"Xiao Wu, go!" Tang San shouted in a low voice, pushing both hands forward from his chest.
Xiao Wu didn't even need to look to know exactly where Tang San's hands were. Having been together for six years, the two had already developed complete synergy. Her toes lightly tapped his palms, and borrowing the force of his push, she shot downward toward Zhao Wuji like an arrow.
Attack was the best defense. Being passive here and letting Zhao Wuji unleash his full strength would leave them no chance. It was better to attack in place of defense—perhaps they could stall for a little longer.
Seeing that his fists slamming the ground hadn't done much good, a hint of a smile appeared on Zhao Wuji's face instead. Watching Xiao Wu charge at him, he didn't dodge. Instead, he clasped his hands behind his back, adopting a posture that invited her to attack freely.
Xiao Wu naturally wouldn't pass up such an opportunity. Her diving body curled up in midair, rolling forward. Just as she was about to reach Zhao Wuji, her lithe frame unfurled. In that brief instant, she had completed Martial Soul Possession in midair, both feet stomping toward either side of Zhao Wuji's neck.
Two muffled thuds rang out simultaneously. Xiao Wu's feet landed squarely on Zhao Wuji's shoulders, but he didn't even sway. He grinned. "Seems like you've got no strength, little girl."
Xiao Wu snorted coldly. No strength? Then let me show you what real strength looks like. Her feet seemed to stick to his shoulders as her toes suddenly curled inward, pressing against the arteries on either side of his neck. Her body twisted with full force, spinning in midair.
If it were only Xiao Wu's strength, she probably couldn't move Zhao Wuji's body. But right now, she wasn't the only one attacking.
Zhao Wuji suddenly felt his entire body go taut as barbed vines frenziedly coiled around him—his arms, his legs, everything bound tight. The vines constricted fiercely, releasing a potent numbing toxin all at once. At the same time, vines surging up from the ground pushed his body upward, lifting his feet off the ground.
No matter how strong a person was, without footing they couldn't stabilize their body. Zhao Wuji's frame immediately began spinning in the air, driven by Xiao Wu's feet. At this point, his entire body was still entangled with Tang San's Blue Silver Grass, making him look like a giant blue-black rice dumpling.
With Ning Rongrong's Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda supporting them, both Tang San and Xiao Wu were now exerting Soul Power that exceeded the level thirty threshold. Xiao Wu's body suddenly flipped backward amid the rapid spinning, forcibly dragging Zhao Wuji's body along.
Planting both hands against the ground, she executed a scissor-leg takedown. Against an ordinary person, the neck would first be snapped by Xiao Wu's scissoring feet, and the final slam would drive their head into the ground.
With the full momentum of her backflip, Xiao Wu had put everything she had into this throw.
"Spinning around is pretty fun, you know." Zhao Wuji's voice rang out from midair. Xiao Wu suddenly felt her rapidly spinning body go rigid. Her feet could no longer budge her opponent in the slightest. A tremendous force surged through, and her body—which had been flipping backward—was yanked forcibly back.
With a pop, all the vines around Zhao Wuji shattered at once, scattering in every direction. His feet landed solidly on the ground once more.
And just at that moment, Zhao Wuji's expression shifted slightly. He let out a low roar and his body abruptly swelled. His already terrifying muscles nearly doubled in size, and even his height shot up by a full meter in an instant, his entire frame becoming extraordinarily massive.
Seven dazzling Soul Rings rose simultaneously. Just as Dai Mubai had described—two yellow, two purple, three black—seven terrifying Soul Rings manifested around him.
Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding—
A rapid succession of crisp sounds came from behind Zhao Wuji. Seizing the opportunity, Xiao Wu lightly tapped her toes on his shoulder and flipped down along his back, her scorpion braid snaking forward like a nimble serpent to coil around Zhao Wuji's left ankle, her entire body exerting force at once.
Those rapid crisp sounds were from Zhu Zhuqing's attack.
From the moment she had burst into motion, her speed had been fully displayed. As expected of an agility-type Battle Soul Master, her speed was so great that even Dai Mubai marveled at it. What was most fearsome was that Zhu Zhuqing's movements were completely silent—she burst out without a sound, attacked without a sound, with not the slightest energy leakage, nor the whistling sound of Soul Power cutting through the air.
After Dai Mubai activated Martial Soul Possession, his ten fingers extended into blade-like tiger claws. After Zhu Zhuqing activated Martial Soul Possession, her cat claws took on a spike-like form.
(End of Chapter)