Eight Against Zhao Wuji

"Xiao Liu, this soul skill of yours is practically heaven-defying. It's completely unbeatable." Dai Mubai's eyes gleamed as though he had thought of something.

"Now that you all know about Tang Liu's second Martial Soul, he will not use it in future battles alongside you. You must also be careful not to accidentally reveal his second Martial Soul." The Grandmaster gave them one final warning, his expression growing somewhat sterner.

"Don't worry, Grandmaster. Xiao Liu is our own little brother. Would we older brothers let him fall into a disadvantageous situation?" Oscar said with a smile, draping an arm around Tang Liu's shoulders.

Tang Liu remained calm, then teleported him a hundred meters into the air. "Who are you calling little brother?"

"Ah—"

Oscar's scream rang out above everyone's heads for a second before Tang Liu teleported him back. He then stood beside the others, eyes shut, howling miserably for half a minute.

"HAHAHAHA!"

Everyone laughed at him mercilessly.

Looking at this spirited group of children, the Grandmaster could not help but smile slightly. Then he said, "All right. You have half an hour to rest. After that, the eight of you will fight Zhao Wuji and Flender separately. However, Xiao San, you may not use the Eight Spider Lances."

Zhao Wuji: "???"

Flender: "???"

The two of them had been peacefully watching from the sidelines, only to get dragged into it.

After hearing the Grandmaster's words, everyone stopped laughing at Oscar. They swiftly sat cross-legged on the ground and began recovering the Soul Power they had expended earlier.

After all, both Zhao Wuji and Flender were Soul Saints above level seventy. They certainly would not be easy opponents, so they had to restore their Soul Power as quickly as possible and face them in their best condition.

Naturally, before