Dai Mubai's pupils contracted sharply, his expression filled with disbelief.
How could a Soul Grandmaster who had not even revealed a single Soul Ring withstand his second Soul Skill head-on?!
This completely overturned everything he knew!
At the instant Dai Mubai's mind was shaken, his previous strength had been exhausted while his new strength had yet to recover, and the Golden-White Tiger Barrier covering his body briefly fluctuated because he had poured all his strength into his attack.
Tang San's charred, trembling hands moved ever so slightly beneath the cover of his broad, damaged sleeves.
Silent Sleeve Arrow!
A streak of black light so faint that it was almost impossible to detect shot forth like a deadly viper emerging from the darkness.
Without making the slightest sound as it tore through the air, it shot toward Dai Mubai's slightly widened evil eyes at a speed beyond what the naked eye could perceive!
Too fast!
Too close!
Too concealed!
Every hair on Dai Mubai's body instantly stood on end!
A deadly chill shot from the base of his spine straight to the crown of his head!
This was a life-and-death crisis unlike anything he had ever experienced!
His proud defense, his Soul Power, and even his Martial Soul all seemed to be half a step too slow in the face of this sudden threat of death!
Relying entirely on the combat instincts he had honed countless times on the edge of life and death, Dai Mubai desperately tilted his head at the last possible moment!
"Shhk!"
A streak of blood instantly sprayed through the air!
The Silent Sleeve Arrow narrowly grazed Dai Mubai's temple. Its tremendous force tore through his skin, leaving behind a deep bloody gash!
Hot blood immediately flowed down his golden sideburn, staining half of his handsome yet sinister face crimson.
A sharp pain struck!
But this was not the end!
At the instant Dai Mubai's concentration faltered from the pain and the relief of surviving the attack, Tang San closed in like a parasite clinging to bone!
Enduring the excruciating pain in both arms and the turmoil in his chest, he gathered the last of his strength into his Mysterious Jade Hands.
His fingers came together like a sword, accurately striking an acupoint beneath Dai Mubai's ribs, precisely where his Soul Power defense was at its weakest after using his Soul Skill!
The acupoint-sealing technique of the Mysterious Heaven Technique!
"Ugh!"
Dai Mubai felt a sharp, needle-like force, cold enough to pierce his bones, instantly penetrate his body and violently disrupt the circulation of his Soul Power!
An unbearable wave of pain and numbness instantly swept across half of his body!
The Soul Power he had gathered suddenly collapsed, and the golden light of the Golden White Tiger Barrier covering his body flickered like a dying candle before abruptly going out!
His burly body staggered as though all the bones had suddenly been removed from it, and he crashed down onto one knee.
The sound of his knee striking the floor rang clearly through the lobby!
One hand covered his bleeding temple, while the other desperately pressed against the numb, agonizing area beneath his ribs.
He gasped heavily for breath, his golden hair disheveled and stained with blood as it hung around his face.
His sinister, double-pupiled eyes were filled with pain, disbelief, and a trace of deeply hidden fear!
He had lost!
The dignified Level 37 Battle Soul Elder, the Star Luo Empire's Third Prince Dai Mubai, wielder of the top-tier Beast Martial Soul White Tiger, had actually been defeated in the lobby of the Rose Hotel by an unknown youth who had not even released his Martial Soul and whose Soul Power Level was clearly lower than his!
And he had been defeated through such bizarre and unpredictable methods.
The entire lobby fell into deathly silence.
Only the sound of falling flower petals and Dai Mubai's heavy, painful breathing could be heard.
Manager Wang and the young waiter cautiously poked their heads out from behind the counter, staring in stunned disbelief as though they had been turned to stone.
The smiles on the faces of the twin sisters had long since disappeared, replaced by shock and confusion.
Xiao Wu covered her mouth, her large eyes filled with astonishment and a faint, inexplicable pride.
It seemed that Tang San's victory had confirmed something she had believed all along.
In the corner, Lin Xia's finger discreetly pressed the inside of his clothing once again, ensuring that the portable recording Soul Tool had perfectly captured this final moment, the frozen image of Dai Mubai kneeling on one knee, blood streaming from his head, looking utterly humiliated.
A cold smile curved across Lin Xia's lips.
Zhu Zhuqing stared at Dai Mubai kneeling there, his face covered in blood and his appearance utterly disheveled.
The contempt in her eyes had completely solidified.
She slowly exhaled, as though she had finally cast aside the last insignificant burden weighing on her heart.
Only pure relief and cold determination remained.
The lobby of the Rose Hotel descended into an eerie silence.
Dai Mubai knelt on one knee upon the cold floor, the right side of his face stained crimson with blood.
Thick drops of blood slid down his sharply defined jawline, falling onto the expensive carpet and blooming into dark-red flowers.
The deadly numbness from the acupoint beneath his ribs spread wildly through his body.
Half of his body felt as though it were immersed in icy water, while at the same time it seemed as though countless steel needles were stabbing into him.
He breathed rapidly.
Every breath tugged at the unbearable pain beneath his ribs, while the humiliation, rage, and murderous fury churning in his chest seemed ready to explode through the top of his head.
His signature sinister, double-pupiled eyes were now filled with bloodshot veins as he glared fiercely at the seemingly ordinary blue-clad youth only a few steps away.
The humiliation mixed with the shock of disbelief gnawed at his organs like a venomous snake.
"No, Impossible..."
He clenched his teeth, a beast-like growl rumbling from his throat. His paralyzed right hand trembled as he tried to gather his scattered Soul Power once again. His Soul Power flowed with great difficulty through his damaged meridians, like water leaking from a torn sack.
"Just a Soul Grandmaster. How dare you... How dare you push me this far?!"
Humiliation!
Utter humiliation!
Tang San was in no better condition.
His face was as pale as paper. The burns left by the White Tiger Fierce Light Wave across his arms were horrifying, with charred flesh peeling back from the wounds. Every breath tugged at the severe internal injuries churning within his chest and abdomen, while the blood at the corner of his mouth had yet to dry.
The inner power of the Mysterious Heaven Technique circulated wildly throughout his body, barely suppressing his injuries.
Yet his eyes were colder than the winds of the Extreme Northern Plains.
The Purple Demon Eye quietly operated, and a deep purple light circulated within his eyes, clearly reflecting the overwhelming unwillingness and resentment in Dai Mubai's gaze, as well as the naked possessiveness toward Xiao Wu that flashed through his eyes for an instant.
A cold killing intent, like a venomous snake lying in wait, suddenly raised its head within Tang San's heart.
"Once you have confirmed that your opponent is an enemy, do not hold back, lest you raise a tiger that will eventually become a threat!"
This warning, forged in blood and iron and deeply ingrained in the rules of the Tang Sect, exploded in his mind like thunder.
The person before him was far stronger than him, possessed a prominent identity, and had a vindictive temperament.
Having forged such a deep grudge today, if he did not eliminate the threat completely.
There would be endless trouble in the future!
Killing intent.
There was no longer the slightest hesitation.
It was pure and absolute!
Xiao Wu rushed to Tang San's side and supported his slightly swaying body, anxiously asking,
"Xiao San, are you all right?"
She completely ignored Dai Mubai's miserable condition. Her eyes contained nothing but concern for Tang San's injuries.
Tang San did not answer.
He did not even look at Xiao Wu.
All of his attention and concentration were locked onto the struggling golden-haired figure on the floor.
Beneath his sleeve, his charred fingers seemed completely incapable of feeling pain as they discreetly flicked once again.
This time, it was no longer a Silent Sleeve Arrow.
Three even smaller streaks of black light, moving at an even greater speed, tore through the air in the shape of the character "品"!
They did not fly in straight lines.
Instead, they traced three vicious and unpredictable arcs through the air, targeting three vulnerable points on Dai Mubai's body:
The back of his neck, left undefended because of the pain and paralysis.
His heart.
And his sinister eye, which had once again opened slightly.
"Bone-Piercing Needles!"
Tang San shouted silently in his heart.
These three specially crafted Bone-Piercing Needles were far more sinister than the sleeve arrows.
Once they struck their targets, the result would be either death or crippling injury!
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