Tang San Couldn't Believe It, Kirin

"What?!"

"That's impossible!!"

Feeling the sensation at the tips of his spider legs, two cries of disbelief rang out from Tang San before him and Grandmaster in the stands.

They could hardly be blamed. This thing could kill an unprepared Soul King; in their eyes, it was more than enough to kill Lu Mingchuan.

But reality had just slapped them hard across the face.

The External Soul Bone they had placed such high hopes on could not even break through a defense he had formed with a casual gesture.

To the two of them, it was as absurd as a fantasy. If Dugu Yan breaking through to Soul King at around twenty years old could still be considered normal—

Then Lu Mingchuan, who had taken an attack capable of killing a Soul King, was simply impossible. Yet he had placed that cruel fact right before their eyes.

And dealt them both a resounding slap.

The surrounding stands also fell silent for a second. It was not that the fight lacked excitement—quite the opposite. They could all tell that this had been Tang San's final and strongest strike.

Yet that strongest strike had been blocked so casually by this legend of Heaven Dou City. Unable to find words for the excitement in their hearts, they could only let out deafening roars to vent their indescribable emotions.

Even Lu Mingchuan felt much better after hearing the thunderous cheers around him, his disgust at Tang San's "handsome face" easing considerably.

Taking a deep breath, he suppressed his nausea and focused on the disbelieving Tang San before him.

"No, that's impossible!!"

Tang San still could not believe that his killing blow had been blocked, but the next second, a kick to the abdomen sent him crashing back into reality.

Grandmaster beneath the stage could