"Soul Beasts belong to whoever has the strength and the fate to claim them. We subdued this Man Faced Demon Spider first, so why should we give it to you?"
Tang San stepped forward and spoke directly to Meng Shu.
The moment he said that, not only were Meng Shu and his granddaughter stunned, but Zhao Wuji inwardly cried out, This is bad!
This kid really dared to say anything! Though they had reason on their side, the other party was still an eighty-fifth-level Soul Douluo. Talking back like this was no different from adding fuel to the fire.
He secretly rejoiced that Senior Zi Ji was here. Otherwise, today's situation would likely have been difficult to resolve.
Dragon Duke Meng Shu's expression instantly darkened. A cold glint flashed through his eyes as he looked at Zhao Wuji, his tone now carrying obvious anger.
"Immovable Wisdom King, your disciple has quite some nerve! When elders are speaking, what right does a junior have to interrupt? Does he not even understand basic manners?"
With Zi Ji backing him up, Zhao Wuji had gained a little more confidence. He stepped forward and met Meng Shu's gaze.
"Dragon Duke, please calm your anger. Though my disciple is young, what he said makes sense."
"The Soul Beast you failed to catch was subdued by us. Naturally, it should belong to us. There is no reason for us to simply hand it over to someone else."
Although his words were polite, his stance was clear—he would not yield.
Meng Shu had not expected Zhao Wuji to dare contradict him in public. His expression turned even colder.
"Good, very good! Immovable Wisdom King, it seems you are determined to protect this boy and make enemies of the Peerless Dragon Snake?"
Zhao Wuji's heart tightened. Knowing that