Dumbfounded. The entire arena was dumbfounded. They had actually witnessed something this explosive.
This was the first time something like this had happened at the Soto Great Soul Arena in all these years.
It would have been one thing if it had happened, but they had even seen it firsthand.
"Say, was that Three-Pointed Double-Edged Halberd coated in lubricant or something? How did it go in so easily, plug it up so tightly, without leaking at all?"
"Could it be that the tip was so sharp that it forced its way in?"
"This is a good weapon, but can it still be used?"
"Hiss, now that is a question for the soul!"
On the Soul Fighting Arena, Jiang Liu looked at the martial soul that had been thrown away and asked himself the same question.
Use it again after picking it up?
It was impossible not to feel sick about it.
But if he did not use it, he did not have a second martial soul.
That damn Thousand Hand Silver Grass was truly disgusting. It had actually used such a despicable method.
No wonder he wore a mask and used an alias. Was he afraid people would beat him to death after he went outside?
Jiang Liu could only keep hinting to himself and persuading himself in his heart.
It was not a big problem. Once the martial soul turned back into Soul Power, it would not bring anything back with it.
He silently repeated it countless times before finally convincing himself.
But if one had to name the person suffering the most, it was undoubtedly Tang San.
He was the one who had been humiliated the most, and he was also the one who had been hurt.
Intense pain continuously surged from his butt. He stiffly turned around