After Xiao Wu disappeared, a pink left leg bone slowly appeared, then quickly fused with Qian Wulu's left leg.
"The Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit's left leg bone..."
Qian Wuyou stroked his chin and gave a rare nod.
He was quite satisfied with the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone Xiao Wu had dropped.
In the original story, this Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit Soul Bone had two powerful Soul Skills: Teleportation and Invincible Golden Body.
Now that it had fallen into Qian Wulu's hands, it was like a tiger with wings.
"No... Xiao Wu..."
"My Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone..."
Tang San cried out again. When he looked at the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone on Qian Wulu, tears of envy, jealousy, and hatred welled in his eyes.
Well, there was no denying it.
That was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone...
Even the pure and spotless young master Tang San couldn't resist the temptation of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone.
-Buzz- Buzz- Buzz-
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, red.
Two yellow, two purple, one black, and one red Soul Ring slowly rose from beneath Qian Wulu's feet—six in all.
"Level 67..."
"Hahaha!"
"Brother, my Soul Power has reached level 67!"
Feeling the powerful Soul Power within her, Qian Wulu beamed.
If she just worked hard, she might even break through to level 70 and become a Soul Saint within six months.
At the thought of reaching level 70 and then pinning Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan—the irritating Golden Generation—to the ground and beating them senseless at the Continental Advanced Elite Spirit Master Tournament, she couldn't help grinning like a fool.
"Oh! A level 67 Soul Emperor..."
"Heh! Little sister, congratulations!"
Watching his sister in high spirits, Qian Wuyou smiled softly, satisfaction curling the corners of his mouth.
He knew exactly what his little sister was thinking.
Breaking through from level 67 Soul Emperor to level 70 Soul Saint within six months wasn't impossible.
"Damn it!"
"Spirit Hall, you made me lose the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone..."
"Bah! No, that's not right!"
"Qian Wuyou, Qian Wulu, you two siblings made me lose Xiao Wu. You have sealed your own doom!"
Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like an ox.
He could only watch as the opportunity that should have been his was snatched away by Qian Wuyou and Qian Wulu. Murderous intent and resentment surged in his eyes.
Xiao Wu had sacrificed her life to give up that Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone. They should have gone to him, her older brother.
But all of it had been snatched from his grasp by the siblings from the Angel Family of Spirit Hall!
If the gulf between their strengths weren't so vast, he would have loved to kill the accursed siblings with Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.
"One has to admit, she really was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast..."
"Bah! No, that's not right!"
"I should say, that really was Xiao Wu. She took Qian Wulu from level 60 all the way to level 67 Soul Emperor."
"She broke through seven levels in the process!"
"If I'd been the one to receive Xiao Wu's sacrifice, what realm would I have reached?"
The more Tang San thought about it, the more his heart clenched. His insides felt as if they were twisting together; regret, rage, jealousy, and resentment tore at his mind.
He could even picture himself absorbing the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone Xiao Wu had given up, his strength surging as he swept aside Qian Wuyou and the others from Spirit Hall.
But the more beautiful the fantasy, the crueler the reality.
The dazzling red Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring on Qian Wulu was a constant reminder that he had lost Xiao Wu and this heaven-defying opportunity, becoming the biggest laughingstock in all of Heaven Dou City!
"—Pfft—!"
The more Tang San thought about it, the more unwilling he became.
His chest heaved violently. A mouthful of hot blood surged up his throat, and he suddenly spat it out.
Then Tang San's vision went black. His body went limp, and he fainted right into Tang Hao's arms.
"Hmph!"
"You dared threaten the Angel Clan? You truly are a naturally evil little brat of the Clear Sky Sect."
The Six-Winged Elemental Angel formed by the fusion of the sisters Tianzhen and Wuxie held the Angel Holy Sword and charged straight at Tang San and Tang Hao.
"—Clang! Clang! Clang!—"
The Angel Holy Sword clashed with the Clear Sky Hammer, ringing out with crisp metallic notes as sparks flew.
"Damn it!"
"If this keeps up, Xiao San and I will both die here."
Tang Hao had already begun to consider retreating.
He was already gravely injured, and now he also had to spare his attention to protect Tang San. He couldn't afford to make even one mistake.
If he made even a single mistake in battle, there were only two possible outcomes.
Either the Angel Holy Sword would badly wound and defeat him, or Xiao San would be killed by a single strike of the Angel Holy Sword.
Neither outcome was what he wanted.
At that moment, Tang Hao was filled with resentment.
He hated the Heaven Dou Imperial Family, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
These powers were all near Heaven Dou City. They could clearly see the commotion at Shrek, yet not one of them had come to help.
They had simply watched Spirit Hall's people run amok, watched Xiao Wu sacrifice herself for nothing, and watched the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone that should have belonged to Xiao San get snatched away by Qian Wulu.
If they had helped sooner—even if they had only come to hold off Spirit Hall's people—things would never have turned out like this. He and Xiao San wouldn't have been forced into such a passive position, and they might even have saved Xiao Wu's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and Soul Bone.
But it was too late now. Those powers had all stood by and done nothing. He could only struggle on with his badly injured body, his resentment piling higher and higher with no way to vent it. Gritting his teeth, he held off the Six-Winged Elemental Angel's fierce assault, searching for a chance to escape with Tang San.
"—Roar!—"
Just as resentment filled Tang Hao's heart, the Hell White Tiger formed by Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's Martial Soul Fusion Skill, its body wreathed in bloodlust, fixed its gaze on Ning Rongrong.
In the next instant, the enormous Hell White Tiger glared viciously, its whole body radiating murderous energy. It slammed its four limbs into the ground and lunged at Ning Rongrong with an unstoppable force. Its sharp claws gleamed with a frigid light, about to strike her.
"Damn it... Stop! Don't hurt Rongrong!"
"Rongrong, don't just stand there! Run! Run!"
Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's pained, desperate voices came from inside the Hell White Tiger.
They were still conscious and knew exactly what they were doing, yet they couldn't control their bodies at all. They could only be manipulated by a strange force and forced to attack their own companion.
They strained with all their might to stop the attack and warn Ning Rongrong to run, but their bodies refused to obey. They could only watch as the Hell White Tiger drew closer and closer to her.
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