Because Yu Xiaogang's true identity within Spirit Hall had never been made public, his sudden act of dropping to his knees and kowtowing immediately drew sidelong looks from the Shrek members around him.
Flender was busy bandaging Ma Hongjun's burns. Turning to see Yu Xiaogang kneeling on the ground, he lowered his voice and asked in bewilderment:
"Xiao Gang, what are you doing? Spirit Hall's people haven't even come to take prisoners yet, and you're already kneeling to surrender?"
Dai Mubai, clutching his still-bleeding crotch, also looked over in utter confusion.
Yu Xiaogang ignored Flender's question and was about to stand.
Just then, a sudden change came over Tang San, who lay nearby, tossed onto the ground like garbage by Tang Hao and already completely unconscious.
A dark red, sword-shaped mark lit up between his brows without warning.
Killing intent so dense it seemed tangible instantly shot into the sky, illuminating his pig-swollen face until he looked like some porcine ghost.
The sky above the Great Soul Arena instantly turned a searing scarlet. A pressure of pure slaughter, far surpassing mortal soul power, enveloped the entire square.
Crushed beneath this aura, Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and the others, whose martial souls had just been destroyed, could not even straighten their backs. They could only lie pressed against the ground, gasping. In the outer preparation area, Flender and Yu Xiaogang were overwhelmed with both shock and wonder. Just how many more secrets did Tang San have hidden away?
The red light rapidly gathered in midair, rising into a spectral figure several dozen feet tall.
The figure wore a full suit of dark red armor, his face hidden within an indistinct blood-colored mist. Only his eyes, gleaming like blood diamonds, shone with an icy gaze.
The Asura God's projection had descended.
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