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A silent and invisible black glint had already reached before Shiniang. As a Soul Sage, Shiniang's reaction was extremely fast, but by this time, it was already too late to dodge. His arms raised almost impossibly in an instant, his Soul Power highly condensed. His left arm went numb slightly, and the black glint had already entered it. Even the Soul Power he had explosively mustered in the blink of an eye, regardless of the harm to himself, had not stopped it.
Boom—
Tang San's entire body, like a deflated ball, flipped in the air and heavily fell to the ground, gasping heavily for breath. The light in his eyes had returned to normal, one hand barely supporting his upper body as he rose, while the other wiped away the blood at the corner of his mouth.
Although he had blocked the black glint, Shiniang's eyes were now dull, murmuring, "No, it can't be. You're just a Soul Ancestor who just passed level 40, how could you possibly break through my seventh soul skill."
