Even Given a Chance, You Still Couldn't Make It Count!

Dugu Bo's little snakes were extremely sensitive to traces of presence, and they focused on searching every corner of the spectator stands.

He was determined to find Tang Hao.

On the raised platform, seeing the situation taking a bad turn, Ning Fengzhi could not help saying to Bibi Dong, "Your Holiness, the cheater is being so brazen. This is trampling all over the competition's rules! As one of the organizers, are you truly choosing to turn a blind eye?"

Bibi Dong had her pride, too.

Someone was causing trouble right under her nose, yet she could not find a single opening to expose them.

Once word got out, her prestige as Pope would surely plummet.

"I do not need you to remind me."

With a cold snort, Bibi Dong withdrew into the Papal Hall behind her.

The spectators were engrossed in the situation in the arena, and few noticed her movements.

"Soul Devouring Spider Emperor, Third Soul Skill: Demon Spider Summoning."

Bibi Dong's Third Soul Skill could summon multiple little spiders to serve as her eyes and search for a target.

As long as Tang Hao was present, they would certainly discover something.

There was no helping it. With her own reputation at stake, Bibi Dong could only handle it personally.

After just two minutes of fighting, Wu Qi's head was already drenched in sweat.

He knew clearly that he was facing Tang Hao, not Tang San.

As a Titled Douluo, even when acting through someone else's hands, his combat experience and methods were far beyond anything an ordinary Soul Master could hope to rival.

Of course, he was not anxious.

With the amplification from that damned Old Ghost, the quality of his Soul Power was enough to sustain a battle of attrition.

He only needed the right opportunity