Man Faced Demon Spider, Facing the Dragon Duke, a Deception That Wasn't Really a Deception

Zhao Wuji nodded in satisfaction. "Forget the fatty. He's pretty useless. Just look at Xiao Xian—this soul skill is definitely powerful enough. Xiao Ao, how many can you make at most?"

Oscar thought for a moment. "Around nine or ten. Then my Soul Power will be exhausted. They also can't be stored for long, less than half a day."

Hearing that, Zhao Wuji was even more pleased. "Enough, enough! Once we get back, have them eat a few more and get used to them. They don't need to be like Xiao Xian—even if they can just fly, your sausages can be considered top-grade! If Boss Flender and Old Shao find out, they'll be thrilled to death!"

"Fatty, you useless piece of trash, get down here already!" Zhao Wuji raised his head and roared at Ma Hongjun in the tree.

Ma Hongjun's face was flushed crimson as violent gusts of wind poured wildly from his arms. He simply couldn't control them. If he had not held on tightly, he would either have fallen to his death or been smashed to death against the trees.

How the hell did that freak Brother Xian manage to control it?!

Everyone waited helplessly. Only after about five minutes, when the Cloud Pattern faded, did Ma Hongjun inch his way down from the tree.

Dai Mubai laughed as he patted Ma Hongjun. "I thought your Evil Fire had flared up. Are you interested in trees now too?"

Ma Hongjun's face reddened as he snapped, "Boss Dai, if you've got the guts, eat one of Brother Oscar's Storm Sausages too!"

"Uh..." Dai Mubai immediately fell silent. He was no idiot. One look at Xiao Xian's expression told him that this thing had to be difficult to control. He had no desire to embarrass himself in front of