Chapter XXXVII

Dust flew, gravel flew.

"Hmm?" Zhao Wuji, who thought Tang San had lost his ability to fight, narrowed his eyes at this moment.

Because in the dusty area in front of him, a figure had already appeared. It was a young man wearing a long robe and carrying a black and white long sword.

"Mo, one minute is up. You can leave now." "Brother, but I think I can still..."

"Leave."

"All right." Although Tang San felt a little disappointed, in the end, he still chose to obey Tang Ao's words. In the next moment, he stepped forward and took out the Dragon Whiskered Needles from Zhao Wuji's body and stepped back.

this was what Tang Ao told him to do. On the other side, as the Dragon Whiskers were taken out by Tang San, Zhao Wuji slightly stretched his muscles and bones and grinned at Tang Ao.

"Little guy, you actually asked your brother to take out the needle for me. Could it be that you are really so confident that you can last the remaining half an incense stick of time?"

"Of course."

"As for whether I can do it or not, Mr. Zhao, you don't have to worry about it," said Wang Yao.

After saying that, Tang Ao threw out a brand new incense stick and stuck it into the ground. He pointed the Holy Devil Sword at Zhao Wuji. A high fighting spirit exploded at this moment.

"By the way, I'm not going to finish the rest of the time. I'm going to start anew. I'll hold on for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn."

"Mr. Zhao, come on."

"Arrogant kid!"

Bang! He was a dignified Seven Rings Soul Saint. Even if he didn't use his full strength, it was impossible for a mere Four-ring Soul Ancestor to last for the time it takes for an incense stick to burn in front of him! "Kid, take my palm! Second Soul Skill-Great Strength Vajra Palm!"

"Brother, be careful!"

"Mr. Ao!" Compared to the others who were nervous, Tang Ao gently shook his head. "Be careful? There's no need."

Wasn't it just releasing the Soul Skill? It wasn't like he didn't have it. Furthermore, his Soul Skill's age is much higher than the other party's! Buzz, buzz, buzz...

As this thought appeared in Tang Ao's mind, the ten meter radius around him was instantly enveloped by a thick killing intent. Even Zhao Wuji, who was a Soul Saint, was now affected. The soul power attached to his fist began to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye.

After all, even if Tang Ao's soul power was inferior to his, this was still a ten-thousand-year-old Soul Skill! First Soul Skill, Killing Intent! After weakening the power of Zhao Wuji's Second Soul Skill with the Killing Intent, Tang Ao didn't waste any time and swung his sword at Zhao Wuji.

After obtaining the support of four ten thousand year Soul Ring, the toughness of the Holy Devil Sword was no joke. Boom! When the sword and fist collided, a circle of soul force ripples exploded at this moment, forcing Xiaowu and the others to retreat in a domineering manner.

Even Dai Mubai, who had three rings of Soul Sovereign, was not spared. "This feeling? What a good kid! He actually has such a strong killing intent!"

"However, if I want to rely on this to survive through the remaining time, it's obviously still not enough!"

Although he was very surprised by Tang Ao's current strength, he still wanted to pass the test. It was obviously impossible! "Kid, try my fifth Soul Skill, Gravity Squeeze..."

"Second Soul Skill, Soul Catcher!"

Buzz, buzz, buzz! Just as Zhao Wuji was about to use the powerful fifth Soul Skill, he was startled by the sound of the Holy Devil Sword's sword ringing. Although Zhao Wuji was a Soul Saint, it was obvious that the other party did not put much effort into cultivating his mental energy.

Compared to him, Tang Ao, who had been reborn into this world after death, had a much stronger mental energy compared to an ordinary Soul Ancestor. In addition to attracting the second Soul Ring, Tang Ao's current mental energy was comparable to an ordinary Soul Saint. It was even slightly better than a Violent Attack System Soul Master like Zhao Wuji! After temporarily intimidating Zhao Wuji, Tang Ao did not say anything more.

The third Soul Ring around his body lit up at this moment. A ferocious giant blood dragon appeared out of thin air. It roared furiously at Zhao Wuji, who had just regained his senses. "Third Soul Skill, Blood Dragon's Fury!"

"You brat..." Looking at Tang Ao who was covered in blood red soul force, Zhao Wuji's expression became very ugly. Because at this moment, the soul force fluctuation on Tang Ao's body was no longer a Soul Ancestor. It was a Soul King at level 55 and above! His intuition even told him that if he only used the strength of the Soul King to fight with this brat, the one who would lose face would be him!

"This brat, just who taught him to be a monster!" Although he felt very uncomfortable in his heart, Zhao Wuji still decisively unleashed the strength of the Soul Monarch and collided with Tang Ao, who had just used the Third Soul Skill. "Kid, don't use that evil Second Soul Skill if you have the guts. Let's face it head on!"

Face it head on? Tang Ao's eyes were red as he muttered to himself. Immediately after, the corner of his mouth curled up. Boundless soul force poured into the Holy Devil Sword in his hand like crazy, as if it was free. Under the watchful eyes of everyone present, a sword was thrust out. "As you wish!"

"Hahaha, kid has guts! I admire it!"

"Second Soul Skill, Great Strength Vajra Palm!" Crack, crack, crack, crack...

At this moment, the ground was shaking. Sword shadows and palm shadows were flashing crazily.

Soul power was wreaking havoc in the entire Shrek Academy!