Straight to the Dragon's Den

Then, a sausage radiating a silver glow appeared out of thin air in his hand. He swallowed it in one gulp, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

The next moment, he appeared behind Yu Xiaogang.

Yu Xiaogang was still running forward desperately, completely unaware of the commotion behind him.

Oscar gripped the silver staff in his hand and took a deep breath.

"Mystic Dragon Eight Trigrams Staff Technique - Straight to the Dragon's Den!"

His voice was deep, with a sharp edge.

The silver staff suddenly thrust out of his hand, transforming into a silver streak of light, and stabbed straight towards Yu Xiaogang's spot!

"Puff--!!!"

The long stick struck its target precisely.

"Ah--!!!"

Yu Xiaogang let out a shrill scream as he was swept forward by the immense force.

The silver staff pierced through his body, carrying him straight forward for over three hundred meters before finally stopping and pinning him to the ground!

The long staff pierced through his body and plunged deep into the ground, with only the end of the staff protruding and still trembling slightly.

Yu Xiaogang lay on the ground, his body convulsing, emitting weak groans, before gradually falling silent.

Oscar stood behind him, looking at the silver staff stuck in Yu Xiaogang's body, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"Done."

He clapped his hands, then turned and walked towards Tang San.

The flames on the battlefield were still burning; all the monsters had been reduced to charcoal, and the air was filled with a nauseating stench of burning.

Everyone put away their Martial Soul and breathed a sigh of relief.

Mo Xuan stood there, looking at Yu Xiaogang, who was pinned to the ground in the distance, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end he said nothing, simply turned around silently and walked back into the crowd.

In the Simulation, Tang San looked at Oscar, smiled, and nodded.

"Here you go."

Oscar chuckled and scratched his head:

"Your Xiao San was really underhanded. That guy probably won't be able to fart again."

Ma Hongjun leaned over, patted Oscar on the shoulder, and laughed heartily:

"Xiao Ao, you really nailed that ' Straight to the Dragon's Den' move! That guy'll probably avoid you from now on!"

Oscar rolled his eyes:

"That depends on whether he can still stand up."

Everyone laughed, and the tense atmosphere finally eased a bit.

Meanwhile, the battle above remained fierce.

Fu Shiyan wielded the Abyss Annihilation Halberd, dominating Bibi Dong and Beng Gong in the fight, showing no signs of being at a disadvantage.

His figure darted through the sky, each swing of his halberd carrying earth-shattering power, forcing Bibi Dong and Beng Gong to join forces to defend against him, unable to retaliate at all.

The black spear of Beng Gong clashed with Fu Shiyan's halberd, producing a deafening roar. Each collision caused Beng Gong's arm to go numb and his tiger's mouth to split open.

His expression grew increasingly grim, his eyes filled with apprehension.

"Damn it, this kid is too weird!"

He gritted his teeth, desperately trying to fend off Fu Shiyan's attacks, while shouting at Bibi Dong:

"Bibi Dong, think of something quickly! I can't hold on much longer!"

Bibi Dong's expression was also very grim. She brandished the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, continuously unleashing streaks of purplish-black blade light in an attempt to restrain Fu Shiyan.

But before those blades could even get close to Fu Shiyan, they were shattered by the halberd he casually swung, posing no threat whatsoever.

She gritted her teeth, a resolute glint in her eyes.

Just as Beng Gong was struggling to defend against Fu Shiyan's attack, Bibi Dong suddenly withdrew and retreated.

Her hands were clasped together in front of her chest, palms facing each other, fingers spread, as if gathering something.

A purplish-black light gathered in her palm, growing brighter and brighter until it finally condensed into a fist-sized purplish-black dot.

The point of light trembled slightly, emanating a chillingly malevolent aura.

Then, she took a deep breath and suddenly opened her arms wide.

The purplish-black light suddenly expanded, transforming into a massive spatial rift that hovered in front of her.

A purplish-black mist churned at the edge of the crack, exuding a suffocatingly malevolent aura.

Then, two figures slowly emerged from the crack.

One man and one woman.

The man was as strong as a mountain, with a resolute face, but his eyes were devoid of any spirit.

The woman was gentle and kind, with a beautiful face, but her eyes were equally empty and lifeless.

Their eyes were blood red, and their expressions were blank, like puppets being manipulated.

The moment Tang San saw the two figures in the Simulation, his pupils contracted sharply, and he cried out in disbelief:

"Dad?! Mom?!"

Tang San, who was watching from the sidelines, also widened his eyes in surprise.

[Dad?! Mom?!]

[How could this be... How could they be controlled by Bibi Dong?!]

Tang Hao and Ah Yin stood in front of Bibi Dong, expressionless and with empty eyes, as if they did not recognize anyone below them.

Bibi Dong looked at Fu Shiyan, a crazy smile curling at the corner of her lips:

"Let's meet up with an old friend, Fu Shiyan!"

She raised her hand, pointed at Fu Shiyan, and said in a sharp voice:

"Kill him!"

Tang Hao and Ah Yin moved at the same time.

Their figures were like two streaks of light, rushing straight towards Fu Shiyan!

Tang Hao conjured a Clear Sky Hammer in his hand, its golden light dazzling, and smashed it toward Fu Shiyan's face!

Ah Yin was surrounded by blue-gold light, and countless Blue Silver Emperor vines surged from behind her, Entanglement around Fu Shiyan's body!

Fu Shiyan frowned slightly, and with a swift movement, dodged the two attacks.

But he did not retaliate.

Just dodging!

Bibi Dong watched this scene and laughed even more maniacally:

"What? Can't bring yourself to do it? Hahaha! Fu Shiyan, you've finally met your match!"

Just as she was about to say something more, her gaze inadvertently swept towards the battlefield below.

Then, her smile froze on her face.

Her pupils dilated suddenly, her face turned deathly pale, and her voice trembled:

"Xiao Gang --!!!"

Below, Yu Xiaogang was pinned to the ground by a long silver staff, covered in blood, motionless, his fate unknown.

Bibi Dong's eyes instantly turned red.

Her body was trembling, her lips were quivering, and the madness in her eyes was gradually replaced by fear and anger.

"You... you dare to..."

Her voice was hoarse, filled with barely suppressed murderous intent:

"How dare you hurt him!!!"

She abruptly turned her head, looking down at the Simulation Tang San and Oscar, her eyes filled with resentment:

"I want you all... to be buried with him!!!"

She raised her hand, Rakshasa Demon Scythe burst forth with a dazzling purplish-black light. A huge blade of light condensed from the scythe and slashed straight down at the crowd below!

The blade's light blotted out the sky, tearing apart the air and carving deep furrows into the ground wherever it passed!

Tang San's expression changed drastically in the Simulation:

"Get out of the way!"

Everyone scattered and fled!

But the blade's edge was too fast, so fast that they had no time to dodge!

At this critical moment—

A figure dressed in black with silver hair appeared before them.

Fu Shiyan.

He stood in front of the crowd, raised the Abyss Annihilation Halberd, and met the blade's edge head-on!

"Boom--!!!"

The blade and the halberd collided, unleashing a deafening roar!

Fu Shiyan took a slight step back, her robes fluttering in the air currents.

But his expression remained calm, as if the attack just now was nothing more than a gentle breeze.

He raised his head, looking at Bibi Dong, whose eyes were bloodshot, in mid-air, and said calmly:

"Your opponent is me!"

Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently, her eyes filled with hatred.

"Fu Shiyan! Get out of my way!"

Fu Shiyan did not move.

He simply gripped the halberd in his hand and looked at her calmly.

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, and tears finally streamed down her face.

Looking down at the figure nailed to the ground, she felt an overwhelming sense of despair and anger.

Xiao Gang...

She finally reunited with him, finally reconciled with him, finally...

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

When she opened her eyes again, the tears were gone, leaving only a chilling killing intent.

"Since you're courting death—"

She raised her hand, Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand erupted with an even more dazzling light:

"Then I'll grant your wish!"