Douluo: Son of Destruction of Life, Supreme Creator!

Dark golden light burst forth from the tip of the staff.

Those two dark golden giant claws suddenly swung down in the void.

Ten dark golden claw marks, like ten rifts tearing the heavens and earth, swept forward.

Each claw mark was several meters long, its dark golden light intertwined with black destructive power.

Wherever it passed, the air was torn apart, space was distorted, and even the ground of the Soul Arena was plowed with ten deep furrows.

Tang San's ocean of Blue Silver Grass was as fragile as paper in the face of those ten claw marks.

The vines were torn apart, and all life seemed to have vanished at that moment; even the stone slabs on the fighting arena were blown away.

The entire Soul Arena was covered by a dense array of dark golden claw shadows.

There are no blind spots.

There is no way out.

Tang San stood at the edge of the Soul Arena, watching the ten overwhelming claw marks rushing towards him, his mind blank.

He wanted to hide.

But there was nowhere to hide.

He tried to block it.

But what can we use to block it?

His Blue Silver Grass, his hidden weapons, and his Tang Clan's ultimate techniques were all utterly ineffective against that destructive power.

This is not a difference in skill.

This is an overwhelming force.

It is the chasm between mortals and monsters.

The claw marks stopped half a meter in front of Tang San.

The dark golden light slowly dissipated.

"You lost."

calm.

Tang San stood frozen in place.

His hands were trembling, his legs were trembling, even his lips were trembling.

Tang San, who transmigrated from the Tang Sect to this world, has never been defeated thanks to his Xuan Tian Gong and hidden weapon skills.

But now, facing a peer with a cultivation level comparable to his own, he doesn't even have the right to resist.

The entire room fell silent.

A deathly silence.

Thousands of spectators, not one of them made a sound.

They opened their mouths wide and stared with wide eyes, but couldn't say a word.

What did they see?

A second-ring Grand Soul Master released a ten-thousand-year Soul Ring.

A second-ring Grand Soul Master used a single Soul Skill to turn the entire Soul Arena into ruins.

Is this even human?

This is a monster.

No, even monsters aren't that terrifying.

"This martial soul looks so familiar. Is he Gu Linyuan? Is he Brother Yuan?"

Ning Rongrong's face turned deathly pale, her beautiful eyes fixed on Long Yuan's martial spirit.

That eerie purple scepter, radiating a terrifying aura, seemed strangely familiar to her.

Is it really just a coincidence?

"No way, Gu Linyuan's broken cane is completely useless. How can it be compared to Longyuan's scepter? It must be a coincidence, it must be like this."

Chapter 20 Tang San's Last Trump Card: Tang San's Hidden Arrow

On the Battle Arena.

Gu Linyuan turned around, the hem of his black robe fluttering gently in the night breeze, and walked towards the contestant passage.

His pace was slow and casual.

It's as if what just ended wasn't a battle, but a stroll.

Behind him, Tang San seemed to have his soul ripped out.

His hands hung at his sides, trembling slightly.

Tang San, who transmigrated from the Tang Sect to this world, has never been defeated thanks to his Xuan Tian Gong and hidden weapon skills.

He once thought he was the protagonist of this world.

He once thought that given enough time, he could surpass everyone.

But now.

Despite having used almost all his trump cards, a peer of his age managed to completely overwhelm him with sheer strength.

Tang San's pupils contracted slightly, and a dark and ambiguous light flashed in his eyes.

The light was faint, yet it carried a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

Murderous intent.

Tang San wasn't without his share of killings.

He killed people when he was with the Tang Clan.

After arriving in this world, he also killed.

But no one ever knew.

Because he hid it very well.

At this moment, watching the black figure gradually disappear into the distance, that murderous intent surged up once again.

Tang San had always been composed, and the core of this composure stemmed from his extreme self-confidence. Even those Title Douluo, he was confident that he would one day surpass them.

But Long Yuan's power was something he couldn't see through at all. This incomprehensible person terrified him.

"too strong……"

Tang San murmured to himself.

Even if he plays all his cards, he's still no match for him.

"No, I still have a trump card!"

Tang San's hand unconsciously touched the hidden weapon at his waist.

His hidden weapons were concealed there.

Zhuge's Divine Crossbow, Sand-Spitting Arrow, Tight-Back Flower-Patterned Crossbow, Sleeve Arrow, Darts...

Each and every one of them has been poisoned.

Each one could take a life in an instant.

Tang San's eyes turned cold and resolute.

'Go to hell.'

He meditated in his heart.

then.

He suddenly raised his hand.

Sizzle sizzle sizzle sizzle.

Countless subtle whooshing sounds suddenly rang out.

Silver needles shot out simultaneously from Tang San's waist, cuffs, and collar, like a rain of pear blossoms, covering Gu Linyuan's back.

The speed of the hidden weapon was so fast that it was almost impossible to detect with the naked eye.

Under the light, the tiny metal objects gleamed with a cold luster, and the tips of the needles faintly glowed with blue light.

"Tang San? How dare you?"

The moment those countless whooshing sounds rang out, Gu Linyuan felt as if he were being pricked by needles on his back, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

That was an instinctive alertness.

Danger.

He turned around abruptly, his destructive soul power surging wildly across his body as he crossed his hands in front of him to block.

Ding ding ding ding.

Countless hidden weapons struck his arms and body, producing a dense clang of metal against metal.

The black light membrane of destructive soul power operated wildly, deflecting or annihilating most of the hidden weapons.

But Tang San has too many hidden weapons.

It's too dense.

too fast.

And it's too close.

A silver needle pierced through the gap between his hands as he tried to block, like a silver lightning bolt, passing through the palm of his right hand.

"laugh"

Blood splattered.