Suddenly seeing a purple-robed figure holding the struggling Xiaowu inside the wooden hut, the wrath in Tang San's eyes had turned into an extremely cold red light. "Die." His figure suddenly soared, and the Eight-Spider Spear extended behind him. Although he had not unleashed his Martial Soul, at this moment, he had already used the Bluesilver Emperor right leg bone to boost his speed to the extreme, charging straight at the purple silhouette.
Not using a soul skill was because Tang San was afraid of harming Xiaowu, but the fury in his heart had reached its zenith, and he intended to utterly destroy the person daring to defile Xiaowu, no matter what.
Hearing the noise behind her, the purple-robed person reacted quickly. Just as Tang San lunged, her body twisted swiftly like a darting fish. With just a sidestep, she slid over five meters away with Xiaowu, neatly evading Tang San's pounce.
