Tang San really wanted to try, if he could devour his opponent's strength with the Eight-Spider Spear, what kind of result it would bring. However, he seldom encountered opponents that needed to be killed, and if the devouring effect of the Eight-Spider Spear brought about a catastrophic disaster to the opponent, the consequences would be severe.
Like today's confrontation with Tai Long and his son, it was merely a common conflict.
"Brother, how are you?" Xiaowu burst through the door and immediately saw the fresh blood spit out by Tang San, quickly running over to support his arm.
Tang San shook his head with a smile, "It's nothing, just a little shaken up. Tai Long's father's strength is the strongest I have seen among Soul Masters, in terms of proportion. Such strength-class Soul Masters are an extreme method of cultivation. Otherwise, if his agility was even slightly higher, I might have lost already."
