Chen Ming'er watched helplessly as the blue-gold eggs spewed out by Tang San's second soul skill landed not far from him.
Of the three eggs, one hatched into a chick. Under his gaze, the chick trotted straight over to his feet, then stretched out its neck and wrapped itself around his calf.
"Pfft... What a ridiculous soul skill..."
He could not hold it in and burst out laughing. Mainly because the chicken laid an egg, and then a blue-gold chick about five centimeters tall hatched from it.
Then the chick spread its tiny legs, ran to his feet, and immediately hit him with a motherly entanglement. He really could not keep a straight face.
Tang San's vision immediately went dark. Seeing the Destruction Brat across from him laughing so hard his shoulders were shaking, he felt his self-esteem suffer a tremendous blow. His eyes instantly reddened, and he roared furiously while panting like a bull:
"Shut up! I'll kill you!"
He immediately unleashed the Eight Spider Lances martial soul behind his back and charged at his opponent. Chen Ming'er held back his laughter as he extended two fingers to catch the incoming Eight Spider Lances, consoling him:
"It's fine, you little loser. Looking at it another way, your soul skill actually comes with tracking and target lock-on. It's seriously way overpowered."
To Tang San, those words of consolation sounded like mockery of how ridiculous his soul skill was. He immediately lost all reason.
"Destruction Brat! You will die a horrible death! I, Tang San, will kill you in this life!"
As his words fell, the Eight Spider Lances suddenly pierced through his own body. Bibi Dong had exerted force. Tang San's face, flushed red from holding it in, immediately began turning purple. Then he slowly and weakly collapsed, dying there.