[White World]
Shrek Village Entrance.
Zhao Wuji looked at the enormous hourglass, then at Bai Tang San's serious expression.
He was so enraged that he laughed instead.
"Good, good, good!"
"So we're deciding both victory and death, huh?"
"Kid, you brought this on yourself!"
"When I break your bones later, don't come crying for your parents!"
Boom!
Zhao Wuji's seventh Soul Ring—the profound black ten-thousand-year Soul Ring—did not light up, yet the terrifying foundation belonging to a high-level Soul Master had already begun warping the space around him.
Immovable Ming King Body!
Though he had not activated his Martial Soul Avatar, his physical defense alone was enough to withstand attacks from Soul Emperors of the same rank!
"Cry?"
A cruel curve tugged at Bai Tang San's lips.
"That is the right of the weak."
"And I..."
"Am only responsible for making others cry."
Before his words had even faded.
Crack! Crack!
The clothes on Bai Tang San's back suddenly tore apart without warning.
Eight bulges writhed madly along either side of his spine.
Then.
Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!
Eight thick, savage lances gleaming with purple-black light burst from his body, carrying a nauseating stench of blood!
Eight Spider Lances!
The tips of every Spider Lance glinted with a chilling, soul-stirring coldness.
They unfurled and danced through the air.
Like a slaughtering demon god descending upon the mortal world.
"An External Soul Bone?!"
Zhao Wuji's pupils contracted sharply.
As an old hand, he recognized the value of this thing at a glance.
"No wonder you're so arrogant."
"So you have such a priceless treasure protecting you!"
The anger in Zhao Wuji's eyes receded slightly, replaced by solemnity.
An External Soul Bone could evolve and possessed special attributes.
It truly was the foundation for challenging those above one's rank.
But he