At this moment, Yan was seething with extreme anger, all he wanted now was to tear Tang San into ten thousand pieces. Seven Soul Sages, they were the seven Soul Sages that the Martial Soul Hall had painstakingly cultivated! And now, their fates were unknown.
In fact, after being poisoned by the potent toxin personally concocted by Tang San, out of the seven Soul Sages, except for the one who was struck by the Purple Ultimate Light, the other six were beyond any hope of survival.
The lethality of the Tang Sect techniques for stealth attacks was just too great.
Tang San was very fast; with the amplification of the Bluesilver Emperor right leg bone and the Eight-Spider Spear's ability to ignore terrain, his speed had reached its limit. But how could that compare with the pursuit of Soul Sage level experts? Among them, there were no shortage of agile-attack class Soul Masters. With their full effort in the chase, the distance between the two parties was still closing rapidly.
