Tang Hao: That bastard took over my son's body. I saved his life, and he still dared to hold a grudge against me?
Tang Hao: I should've shot him onto the wall back then!
Tang Hao: Once Ah Yin is revived, I definitely need to make a new account and train it up.
Tang Hao: As for that neither-human-nor-ghost thing—
"Tang Hao!"
Tang Huang's thunderous shout reminded Tang Hao.
He hurriedly reined in his thoughts and began silently reciting something else.
Tang Hao: Outstanding Battle Spirit Hammer, towering Clear Sky Sect. With only eight soul rings, why seek your own destruction?
Mm.
Di yihong gave him a thumbs-up. That was certainly a distinctive recitation.
"Alright, stop fooling around."
"Get in the arena and start fighting."
Though that was what he said,
once the ten of them had taken their positions, no one made a move for quite some time.
The Hell Slaughter Arena had been modified into a "Slapping Contest." Why did it feel so hard to start hitting people?
The Evil Spirit Masters in the spectator stands all huddled up without daring to make a sound.
Di yihong had casually killed the first wave of spectators, along with the referee.
Most of those here now had fled in, all busy figuring out how to survive. Who had time to enjoy the match?
—Especially such a playful match!
"What are you doing?" Di yihong called out. "Don't know how to play? Then I'll get things started!"
"Whoosh—"
Di yihong used the Soul Bone Skill: Teleportation, flashing to Tang San's side.
He swung a vicious slap at him.
Smack!
Tang San spun like a top where he stood, whirling toward the edge of the Slaughter Arena Ring.
Di yihong flashed after him and stopped him with a backhanded slap.
"Isn't this