Tang San stared wide-eyed,
his entire body trembling.
Pleasure.
Absolute pleasure!
Dai Mubai froze when he saw this and muttered,
"Is Tang San's occupational habit acting up again?"
"No, that doesn't seem right. This looks like the most genuine feeling possible!"
Everyone from Shrek Academy covered their eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.
The spectators in the Soul Arena couldn't help commenting as well.
"The Iron Silver Spear is a good weapon, but can it still be used?"
"Hiss, that's a soul-searching question!"
Wang Bing didn't think there was anything wrong with it.
Could it not be used?
It was incredibly useful.
It even had an enchantment added to it.
A spear smeared with shit—whoever it stabbed died!
"But what's with Hammer Grass Unrivaled's cry?"
"Why does he look like he's enjoying it?"
"Holy shit, what is Hammer Grass Unrivaled doing!"
"He seems to be... wriggling?"
Originally, Wang Bing hadn't felt much.
But upon seeing this, he suddenly felt utterly disgusted.
"What are you doing with my martial soul, satisfying your little fetish!"
Wang Bing gritted his teeth and cursed at Tang San.
"You're fucking a beast!"
Only then did Tang San finally come to his senses.
He was still dueling on the Soul Duel Stage.
Especially with his wife right beside him—doing this was one thing,
but how could he do it right next to his wife?
This was far too exciting!
Tang San quickly grabbed the Iron Silver Spear with both hands, preparing to pull it out...
When Ye Fan saw this plot development, he couldn't help laughing. This would be easy to change.
"Change 'pull it out' to 'stuff it in' for me!"
Tang San quickly grabbed the Iron Silver Spear with both hands, preparing to stuff it in...
Tang San reached back with both hands