Tang San closed his eyes in despair, waiting for death to descend.
Meanwhile, inside the cage in Spirit City's central plaza.
Tang Hao was tightly bound by iron chains, his body covered in wounds and his breathing faint.
He raised his clouded eyes toward the arena, his heart filled with guilt and unwillingness.
He knew Bibi Dong would never spare Little San, but now that he had become a prisoner, he had no power to rescue him.
"Little San, Father has failed you..." Tang Hao muttered, tears sliding from the corners of his eyes.
Just then, a golden figure suddenly appeared outside the cage—it was Spirit Hall's Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo!
Golden Crocodile Douluo was a towering figure, terrifying Soul Power fluctuations radiating from his entire body. He looked coldly at Tang Hao, his eyes brimming with killing intent.
He had watched Qian Xunji grow up. For Tang Hao's act of killing Qian Xunji, he had long hated him to the bone.
"Tang Hao, your time to die has come!" Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice boomed like a great bell, making the cage hum violently.
Bibi Dong had long informed Qian Daoliu that Tang San might have the protection of a deity behind him. Knowing full well how dangerous Tang San was, Qian Daoliu reached an agreement with Bibi Dong.
While Bibi Dong moved to kill Tang San, Golden Crocodile Douluo would execute Tang Hao at the same time, lest a deity intervene to save him.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu was secretly watching the arena. The moment he noticed anything unusual, he would act immediately.
Golden Crocodile Douluo did not hesitate in the slightest. Soul Power surged wildly within him as terrifying force condensed in his golden fist, which blasted toward Tang Hao with a world-destroying momentum.
"Pfft—"