Yan flicked his arm and hurled Tang Long out of the arena like a dead dog.
With Tang Long dealt with, Yan brushed the blood from his hands and stepped forward.
Hu Liena and Xie Yue closed ranks at the same time, linking up with Yu Xiaozhu and Tian Ling in front and Qian Renling and Xiao Wu behind.
All seven members of the Spirit Hall Team formed an airtight circle around Tang San and Ning Chengjiu, who were half-kneeling at its center.
Qian Renling took a step forward, and a ring of icy-blue Soul Power lit up beneath her feet.
"Crack, crack—"
Cold surged across the fractured ground. In the blink of an eye, a thick sheet of blue ice spread beneath Tang San and Ning Chengjiu, climbed up from their knees, and froze their lower legs in place.
Beneath the ice, ice-attribute Soul Power hovered at the brink of eruption. With a single thought, Qian Renling could detonate it all.
"Surrender."
Qian Renling's voice was steady. "Or be forced to surrender!"
Tang San kept his head lowered, his gaze fixed on the blue ice gripping his legs. The corner of his eye twitched sharply.
He had experienced the power of Qian Renling's Ice Explosion Technique firsthand. The bloody holes studded with ice shards on Tang Long, who had just been thrown from the stage, were warning enough.
If this ice exploded, his leg would likely be blown to pieces on the spot. He had nothing left to withstand it.
By all rights, surrender was his only way out.
But the Asura God Trial!
Deep in Tang San's mind, the blood-red mark of the Asura God Trial throbbed with heat.
If I surrender in front of the entire continent today, what will happen to my God Trial?
*I can't