Chapter 137: The Prophet Is Easily Knife-Swept

Tang San, his eyes were like torches, his voice was sonorous and powerful, like the collision of metal and stone: "My son, Tang Xiao, let me show you this Peacock Feather that I made with my own hands, and show its true power."

He waved his hand, and the peacock feather streaked across the sky like a meteor. Then, hidden weapons poured down like a rainstorm. Each hidden weapon flashed with cold light, as if it could penetrate all obstacles in the world.

Tang Xiao's face was solemn, but he did not back down. He took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "If you do something evil today, I, Tang Xiao, will do my best to clean up the mess for my brother!"

His voice was full of determination and resolve, like an iron wall blocking Tang San's way. However, Tang San just smiled slightly, and that smile was full of confidence and disdain.

"My son, do you know the power of this Peacock Feather? I spent all my efforts to create it. Many rare materials are integrated into this hidden weapon. It is sharp enough to cut through metal and stone. Today, I will let you see what the real way of using hidden weapons is!"

Tang San's words were as shocking as thunder, and the hidden weapons that kept coming were like the scythe of the god of death, ruthlessly harvesting lives. However, Tang Xiao did not show any fear, he straightened his back, facing the hidden weapons that were coming like a tide, with an unyielding light in his eyes.

Tang Xiao had just endured Xingyu's powerful sonic attack, and his body had not yet fully recovered, and then he was subjected to a fierce bombardment from the collision cannon. Now, he had to face this extremely terrifying Peacock Feather!

This series of blows made Tang Xiao's situation extremely difficult. He felt as if he was in a rough ocean and could be swallowed by the huge waves at any time.

Tang San's eyes flashed with a hint of cunning and confidence. The corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he whispered: "Little Xiao'er, give me a ga!"

As he finished speaking, countless cold lights flashed by, rushing away like meteors. These hidden weapons shuttled through the air like ghosts, with a fierce momentum, and swept directly towards Tang Xiao.

Tang Xiao felt a strong pressure, but he did not retreat or fear. He flashed and tried to avoid the attack of these hidden weapons. However, these hidden weapons seemed to have tracking ability. No matter how he moved, they could find his figure accurately.

Tang Xiao waved his weapon, trying to resist the attack of these hidden weapons. But each hidden weapon contained Tang San's powerful soul power, easily penetrating his defense. Small wounds continued to appear on Tang Xiao's body, and blood gradually stained his clothes red.

Despite the heavy damage, Tang Xiao still gritted his teeth and persisted. He knew that he couldn't let Tang San succeed easily, and he had to find a way to fight back. He concentrated his energy, mobilized the soul power in his body, and prepared to use his unique skills to counter Tang San's hidden weapon.

However, Tang San's attacks were endless like a tide. One hidden weapon after another came, making Tang Xiao overwhelmed. In the end, Tang Xiao was unable to withstand the dense rain of hidden weapons and was directly hit in the vital parts, and his body flew backwards.

On the other side, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect suffered a sudden disaster - the ghost led a large number of people to attack them! In this bloody battle, the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex Sect suffered heavy casualties, and the sect leader Yu Luomian was unfortunately killed by the ghost.

However, in this dark corner, a figure named Sorenson was watching all this silently. He thought to himself: "This story tells us that we should not make blind predictions when there is nothing to do. Prophets often become the target of public criticism and may even lose their lives."