"I wonder what kind of expression Xia Ran will make when he finds out his woman died at my hands!"
"Ke-ke-ke!"
As he fantasized about what he would do to her next, a sudden scream rang out in the distance.
"Third Brother! Help me!"
Zhu Zhuqing, who should have been knocked down by Yu Tianheng, was floating in midair, the Eight Spider Lances on her back stabbed straight through his body.
As Soul Power coursed through them, the purple spider legs gleamed with a cold light. In just a moment, Yu Tianheng went limp and dropped to the ground like a corpse, landing with a dull thud.
"This! How is this possible?"
"Why can you fly?"
Zhu Zhuqing still wasn't very skilled at using her Soul Bone Skill. At that moment, her right calf glowed with a faint blue light, and the eight spider legs on her back gleamed like blades as she looked down at Tang San with utter contempt.
Hundred-Thousand-Year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone!
Soul Bone Skill: Flight.
Zhu Zhuqing had learned the origin of this Soul Bone from Xia Ran long ago. Now that she was using Ah Yin's Soul Bone to fight Tang San, she didn't know whether it was fate playing tricks or whether he had brought this on himself.
"Tang San! Do you have any other tricks?"
"If not, give Xiao Wu's wooden comb back!"
Floating in the air, Zhu Zhuqing looked down at the figure below like a Valkyrie.
With Yu Tianheng's Soul Power replenishing hers, her complexion had improved somewhat after being drained.
But Zhu Zhuqing didn't let her guard down. She still remembered how this bastard had resorted to sneak attacks after losing last time.
Sure enough, Tang San, convinced he had no chance of winning, swiftly flicked his