s were simply too sharp, with a feeling of wanting to see through a person.“Tang Wulin, Martial Soul Blue Silver Grass, level eleven. Goal is…” At this point, Tang Wulin paused, “I don’t have a goal...lin's twin hammers. 。Finally, the silver was absorbed, leaving only a sliver. Tang Wulin trembled all over and let out an "Ah!" as he spat out a mouthful of blood, landing right on the last layer of...