The rules of the arena tournament stated that a sect only lost after all its members had been defeated. But Spider God wasn't worried about that. His race had tens of thousands of members; they only needed to accept the daily challenges. He didn't believe Ling Tian could come challenge them every day.
Besides, in Spider God's understanding, as long as his clansmen surrendered immediately, their lives would be safe. At worst, they would lose ten matches a day. That wouldn't be good for the reputation of their sect, but they weren't planning to recruit disciples from outside anyway.
"Big brother, this is just too humiliating." Spider Heart stared at Ling Tian, murder in his eyes.
"Hmph, there's nothing we can do about it." Spider God snorted. A murderous glint flashed in his eyes as he said coldly, "Don't worry. Ling Tian won't live much longer. Sooner or later, he'll pay for what he did today."
"Big brother, you mean..." Spider Heart looked as though he understood. He was thrilled, but after glancing at Zi Ling, he hurriedly changed the subject. "Big brother, who should we send out for the last match?"
"Find someone clever, someone who'll surrender immediately." Spider God's face darkened. He glanced at Zhu Du's corpse. "Hmph, the clansmen don't care a whit about what I say anymore. He deserved to die."
Spider Heart understood that Spider God was blaming Zhu Du and Spider Overlord for acting on their own. He looked toward their clansmen and said, "Spider Spirit, you'll fight in the last match. You're the fastest and the cleverest. Remember to listen to Big Brother and surrender right away."
"Brother Heart, I understand." Spider Spirit was furious that he'd been picked to fight, but he trusted his own abilities. "Don't worry. I know I'm no