"Roar!!"
The golden needle pierced through Tang San's limbs and chest.
Tang San pursued.
"Wow!"
Tang San fell to the ground, his face pale as he said, "Where did this bastard get these abilities from?"
"You forced it."
Tang Wan was already somewhat powerless to ridicule, "Brother, seriously, are you sure you're not here to mess with us?"
Lying on the ground, Tang San was full of question marks in his mind; he simply couldn't understand where this soulless Chiyou acquired these divine skills. But now it wasn't the time for him to ponder why, because Chiyou was only a few steps away from that door.
This was the only option.
Tang San gritted his teeth; his strength was weak after being resurrected in the Impure World, and he couldn't deploy many things; otherwise, he wouldn't have had to resort to those little gadgets he had developed himself. He took a deep breath, gathered all the Spirit Qi within his body, and unleashed a secret technique of the Tang Sect.
