Six Soul Bones

Even Tang Long and Tang Hu, standing next to them, were blown to bloody messes, screaming as they were sent flying like tattered sacks.

Only Meng Yiran and Oscar remained, frozen in fear in mid-air.

Even after landing, their legs felt unsteady.

They were stunned!

They never imagined that the two from the Clear Sky Sect, along with a Soul King, would be so easily defeated. With Tang Long and Tang Hu, two formidable fighters, gone, the match had lost all suspense.

But they couldn't understand why this had happened.

When they faced Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, Hell White Tiger, their performance hadn't been this pathetic.

But this situation was clearly different.

It was still a fusion skill, and the amount of Soul Power determined the total Soul Power of both sides. Undoubtedly, the Martial Soul Hall team had an overwhelming advantage.

"Hoo~"

Yan exhaled a long breath, his eyes filled with fervor. He was somewhat addicted to this feeling. He could guarantee that with the support of Zhu Zhuqing and the others, his Soul Power had reached the Soul Sage level!

Even facing a Soul Sage above level seventy head-on, he wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

At least for a short time.

Yan took a deep breath, suppressing his surging Blood Essence. He knew his mission wasn't over yet.

Ye Qiu had naturally seen Tang Long and Tang Hu being blasted away. He immediately instructed Hu Liena to retract the red mist.

Soon.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the strange red mist, laden with multiple negative status effects, vanished without a trace.

Tang San's figure was naturally revealed.

Clang!

The sound of the moon blade colliding with the Clear Sky Hammer rang in everyone's ears. The masked Tang San's lips curved into a slight smile.