God King of Destruction 002 had guessed right. Besides Mute, he could also kick people out.
There were just too few viewers right now, and he had not fleeced them enough yet. How could he let them leave?
But...
If they kept being so stingy, then he could not blame this young master for killing a chicken to warn the monkeys!
"Aah!!!"
A miserable scream rang out.
Tang San had finally made up his mind and given away the Eight Spider Lances.
The External Soul Bone connected to Meng Yiran's spine in no gentle manner, making her cry out in pain.
Fortunately, her body had been greatly strengthened, and she could handle a two-thousand-year soul ring with ease.
Otherwise, with such a distraction, the soul ring would have exploded long ago.
Still, this had its benefits.
External Soul Bones and soul rings from the same source would stimulate one another. There might even be an unexpected surprise.
Di yihong walked over and touched Meng Yiran's head with his right hand.
"Sir," Meng Shu said with restraint, "Yiran needs to absorb the soul ring and soul bone. It would be best not to disturb her."
Di yihong shot him a sidelong glance.
He still had not figured out his place?
This young master was doing something, and he dared to babble?
"This is the first time," he warned, "and the last."
Anger surfaced on Meng Shu's aged face, but he quickly forced it back down.
Ever since becoming a Soul Douluo and earning the title of Dragon Duke Snake Granny, he had never suffered such humiliation!
Di yihong ignored him and lowered his head.
"Do not resist my power. I will make you stronger."
He reached out again and pressed a hand against Meng Yiran's head.
With a thought.
Meng Yiran