"This is my surprise for you. Well? Do you like it?"
Meng Yiran's icy voice rang out then, flippant and tinged with amusement, yet utterly merciless.
Tang San stared at her in shock, a trace of his earlier smugness still lingering on his face. He wanted to say something, but the moment he opened his mouth, a thick, metallic sweetness surged up, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
The crimson blood carried a deep purple tinge. Clearly, he had already been severely poisoned.
Just moments earlier, Tang San had worn a cruel, triumphant smile as he swung his Clear Sky Hammer at Meng Yiran without mercy or hesitation.
Yet before he could truly unleash his Nine Absolutes of the Clear Sky, Meng Yiran had beaten him to the punch and abruptly counterattacked.
Where no one in the arena could see, eight bulges rapidly rose along the middle of Meng Yiran's spine. Then eight bizarre, deep-purple spider legs burst from her back and suddenly unfurled with lightning speed.
Gleaming purple from end to end, they shone brilliantly. They were none other than the external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances.
-The external soul bone, the Eight Spider Lances, was the gift Ye Qifeng had snatched away from Tang San back then and given to Meng Yiran. It had also served as compensation for costing her the Thousand-Year Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent's spirit ring.
With the appearance of the Eight Spider Lances, the fluctuations of soul power around Meng Yiran seemed to undergo a peculiar change. Her aura suddenly grew much more sinister and cold, and even the temperature around her noticeably dropped.
This cold was unlike the extreme chill released by her Dragon Spear martial soul. Rather, it reflected a fundamental change in her bearing, exerting tremendous pressure on the