The Datura snake swiftly shot past the yellow mist, but it wasn't lured into a trance. Being a top contender amongst poisonous entities, it had a far stronger resistance to toxins than the average soul beast, only slowing down slightly at this moment.
Having discharged all 'three shots,' Luo San Pao's body had visibly shrunk a great deal, and replenishing with carrots was now too late.
The two soul rings returned to the master, the light of his soul power flickering across his body, his speed reaching its limit as he pulled Tang San along, leaping forward rapidly like shooting stars, hoping to escape the pursuit of the Datura snake.
The master was well-aware of the Datura snake's habits. This ferocious soul beast had one flaw: impatience. If it couldn't capture its prey within a certain duration, it would easily give up the chase.
However, the Datura snake they encountered today was exceptionally persistent, seemingly enraged by the combined provocation of Luo San Pao's farts and cinnabar powder. It chased after the master and Tang San doggedly, moving at an astonishing speed, rapidly drawing closer.
"Luo San Pao, block it for a moment," the master ordered. Luo San Pao's plump body tumbled forward, rushing towards the Datura snake, trying to use its bulk to halt the snake's advance.
But not only was this Datura snake freakishly fast, its reactions were also extraordinarily sharp. It flicked to the side, dodging Luo San Pao's body and biting it in passing.
"Luo Luo—" Luo San Pao yelped miserably, plummeting towards the ground. The master waved his hands, and Luo San Pao's body immediately turned into a purple light, merging back into him.
The master felt a sorrowful emptiness in his heart, as scenes from his life echoed through his mind. He really wanted to ask the heavens, why had his life been so unlucky? Why? For what reason was this happening? He was even dragging Tang San, this child, into this mess.
Just as the master was on the brink of despair, even feeling the chill of the Datura snake's venomous fangs, suddenly, he noticed Tang San, whom he was holding, stir. Turning his head, he saw Tang San's left hand touch something at his waist where "Twenty-Four Bridges in the Moonlight" was, then, without looking back, he flung something behind him.
A stout white radish flew out, thudding against the Datura snake's body, halting the soul beast that was moments away from attacking, maintaining a little distance once again.
Identifying sounds to locate positions was only the most basic skill within the Tang Sect, which Tang San naturally possessed. What followed shocked the master. Tang San's left hand continuously brushed past his waist and flung back, as one radish after another shot out. Even though the force was not enough to harm the Datura snake, it consistently managed to prevent the beast from catching up each time it almost reached them.
Such accurate techniques.
The master noticed that every time Tang San threw a radish, his left thumb turned inward, palm facing down, with his four fingers together and extended forward. The movements were simple and effective. Although Tang San's face had traces of panic, he seemingly was not frightened.
If it were in Tang San's former life, anyone from the martial arts world could name this technique. It was the basic technique of the hidden weapons of the Tang Sect, the Throwing Arrow, using the inertia of the arm's swing to launch the hidden weapons. This technique was direct and, although not particularly sophisticated, it was extremely effective in this situation.
There were twenty catties of radishes, but Tang San's Throwing Arrow technique was throwing them out quite quickly. In no time, the stock in "Twenty-Four Bridges in the Moonlight" had run out.
It was a critical moment of life and death. Tang San was well aware of the consequences of being entangled by such a large soul beast that appeared strong, fast, and highly venomous. It was not the time to conceal his strength.
Suddenly releasing the master's hand, he turned in midair, raising his left hand as a black flash was quietly shot out. The painstakingly crafted Sleeve Arrow was finally used for the first time.
At that moment, Tang San's eyes had turned completely purple. With the aid of the Purple Demon Eyes, he could clearly see every movement of the Datura snake.
The Datura snake's reaction was faster than Tang San had anticipated. The Sleeve Arrow was aimed at its left eye, but the snake, soaring into the air, twisted swiftly and dipped its head, miraculously avoiding the vital spot. However, the Sleeve Arrow was too fast and still struck the snake.
A crisp 'clang' resounded as sparks flew from the hard scales of the Saraha snake. The piercing pain caused it to emit another strange guava cry.
Tang San inwardly cursed the missed opportunity. Although the Sleeve Arrow was launched by a mechanism, speed and power were not an issue. However, it was not very cunning, only capable of straightforward attacks. This was a common limitation of mechanism-based hidden weapons. Nonetheless, the defense of the Datura snake surprised him. It should be noted, he only had three Sleeve Arrows, each fashioned from the finest steel and powered by a strong spring mechanism, yet still unable to truly harm the soul beast before him.
The Datura snake was now thoroughly enraged, its scales lighting up simultaneously. A faint yellow light coated its dark green scales, its speed increasing abruptly, and almost instantaneously, it was in front of Tang San.
Tang San suddenly let go, but the master had already surged forward more than ten meters by inertia. Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and it was too late for the master to intervene in saving Tang San.
At the crucial moment, Tang San's heart became extremely calm. The Mysterious Heaven Method circulated through his entire body, entering a tranquil state akin to the stillness of his heart. Watching the Datura snake opening its maw wide, he remained completely unflustered. His right hand flipped, and the dagger given to him by the master was already in his palm.