Sima Xian was determined to defeat Tang Wulin, so he was not going to hold anything back. Without hesitation, he used his third soul skill. Thick, brownish red scales sprouted out of his body as he grew bigger. In an instant, he had become 16 feet long including his tail, moving as fast as a soul train. With his speed, assault-type martial soul, and Gravity Control, he had easily come up with several different attack combos.
Tang Wulin felt the air thickening around him and the gravity dragging him down. He could have overpowered the gravity and dodged Sima Xian’s attack, but he decided to meet it head-on. A faint smile touched his lips. With a draconic roar, he stomped on the groundwith his right foot, summoning eight phantom dragons which were giving off a kingly vibe.
To Sima Xian’s shock, the roar sent a chill down his spine. He didn’t stop though. Even if he had wanted to, he couldn’t have stopped in time, not with his current speed and weight.
On coming into contact with the phantom dragons, Sima Xian suddenly found that he was losing control of his body, as if his blood and soul power had stopped circulating and started freezing. Before he could figure out why and make any reactions, the eight phantom dragons slammed into him, sending him flying up into the sky.
Everyone watching was stunned, including Fang’er.
“I can’t believe my eyes!” Fang’er exclaimed in shock. “Somehow Sima Xian’s soul skill had no effect on Tang Wulin at all! Tang Wulin’s technique didn’t look like a soul skill to me, but look at its power! It stopped a charging dragon with such ease and then knocked him into the sky! Sima Xian has suffered a forceful attack.”
Fang’er’s commentary was extremely fast, but not without emotion.Judging from her incredulous tone, apparently she didn’t have a clue as to what had just happened.
The smile on Long Yue’s face disappeared abruptly. He found himself sitting up straight and gazing intently at the stage. He had fought Sima Xian more times than he had liked, so he had quite a good understanding of his soul skills. Sima Xian’s power can’t hold a candle to mine, yet the gap between him and the other Monster Eight Kings is not big. But still, he is getting completely dominated by someone whose cultivation level is lower than him. Tang Wulin, you and your techniques have successfully intrigued me.
Tang Wulin bent his legs and leapt into the air, leaving both the ground and Sima Xian’s Gravity Control shattered.
Sima Xian struggled to regain control of himself in mid-air but failed, his body numb and heavy with pain; the impact from the attack hadleft himunable to move a muscle. He hurriedly used what was left of his control over his soul power to fortify his defenses, bracing himself for what was coming next.
Once Tang Wulin caught up with his opponent, he raised both hands high above his head, coiled them into fists, and brought them down with a draconic
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