Gu Sheng Makes a Move?!

Time flowed slowly.

The scene of the decisive battle.

On the arena stage.

Within the vast area of red mist.

Only Tang San remained, facing that terrifying Martial Soul Fusion Skill head-on.

Gu Sheng still stood at the edge of the arena.

When the rolling, surging red mist spread toward him, it was as if it had encountered something terrifying.

The red mist actually retreated to both sides of its own accord.

It did not dare to approach his body by even a millimeter.

Gu Sheng's expression was calm, his gaze piercing through the layers of fog.

He clearly watched the strange figure holding twin blades, formed by the fusion of Hu Liena and Xie Yue, charging toward Tang San with a destructive momentum.

The massive Moon Blade rotated at high speed in the air, bringing with it a heart-stopping, sharp whistling sound.

That was the self-created finishing move of Demon Charm.

Full Moon.

Wherever the blade passed, even the air was sliced clean through.

There was no avoiding it.

Tang San gritted his teeth, and the Eight Spider Lances on his back instantly shot out.

Eight spider legs, shimmering with a sinister purple light, crossed to block in front of him, forcibly bracing against the meat-grinder-like Moon Blade.

A piercing metallic screech resounded throughout the arena, sparks flying everywhere.

Immediately following that was a teeth-grinding sound of snapping.

Crack—

The incredibly tough External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, actually shattered inch by inch under that terrifying cutting force.

Purple fragments filled the sky, scattering in all directions within the red mist.

Seeing this scene, the corners of Gu Sheng's mouth curled into a faint smile.

The good show was finally about to begin.

In the stands outside the arena, the crowd had already erupted into chaos.

Tens of thousands of spectators were anxiously searching for the youth in black.

But when they saw Gu Sheng still standing at the edge of the arena like an outsider, they all lost their composure.

"What on earth is that guy doing?"

"Why hasn't he made a move yet!"

The clamor outside the arena did not affect Gu Sheng in the slightest.

He stood quietly in place.

He watched as Tang San, in the red mist, endured the excruciating pain of his broken bones and suddenly crouched down.

Tang San's hands swept rapidly across the ground, gathering all the shattered fragments of the Eight Spider Lances into his palms.

The next second, Tang San's fingers began to move in a strange, rhythmic pattern.

It was a method of exerting force that ordinary people could never comprehend.

A secret technique of the Tang Sect, a hidden weapon maneuver.

Bat Wing Reincarnation.

Dozens of purple streaks of light shot out from Tang San's hands.

These poison-coated fragments traced eerie and distorted arcs through the air.

Completely defying normal flight trajectories, they bypassed the frontal defense of Demon Charm and found the blind spots of the Martial Soul Hall team members from all directions.

The sounds of blades piercing flesh, "pfft, pfft, pfft," rang out in succession.

The potent poison instantly invaded their bloodstreams through the wounds.

The fused state of Demon Charm collapsed with a roar.

Xie Yue let out a miserable groan and was the first to fall.

Hu Liena's face turned purple-green, and she collapsed limply to the ground.

Sun Chuantao fell.

Li Kai fell.

Zhang Ping fell.

Standing at the very back, Xu Yu didn't even have time to raise his scepter before his vision went black, and he crashed heavily onto the stone floor.

The red mist dissipated.

Sunlight spilled back onto the arena, illuminating everything with stark clarity.

On the field, the only person from the Martial Soul Hall Team still standing.

Was Gu Sheng.

Every spectator's eyes were wide with disbelief, unable to comprehend what had just transpired before them.

"What is he doing?!"

"Why didn't he move to intercept those fragments!"

"He has completely disgraced Martial Soul Hall!"

Interrogations and angry curses intertwined, the roar of the crowd threatening to tear the roof off the stadium.

In the VIP box reserved for the Heaven Dou Empire royalty.

Emperor Xue Ye's brows were deeply furrowed, forming a character of 'three' on his forehead.

As an emperor, he had judged countless men, yet he could not fathom the conduct of this youth.

Sitting beside him, Xue Qinghe's fingers tightened abruptly beneath his wide sleeves.

A flicker of hidden concern flashed through those golden eyes.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect seating area.

Ning Fengzhi's brows were locked in a frown, his usual composure completely vanished.

"Why didn't he intervene?"

Ning Fengzhi turned his head to look at the Sword Douluo behind him.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a blade attempting to pierce through Gu Sheng on the arena floor.

"He did it on purpose."

The Sword Douluo's voice was heavy.

Ning Fengzhi was even more perplexed; this was the final battle concerning three Spirit Bones.

"Why?"

Sword Douluo slowly shook his head and said nothing more.

At the Martial Soul Hall seating area.

Pope Bibi Dong sat enthroned at the highest point.

She remained expressionless, her majestic eyes devoid of any ripples as she watched the scene below in silence.

Standing to the side, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was so anxious he was practically hopping in place.

He looked at the Golden Generation lying unconscious across the floor, his voice turning shrill.

"Your Holiness!"

"If he doesn't act now, the entire team will be wiped out! Please, give the order!"

Bibi Dong did not turn back, her voice icy.

"Shut up."

These two short words made Chrysanthemum Douluo shudder violently.

"Watch."

Bibi Dong spoke again.

Chrysanthemum Douluo swallowed hard and clamped his mouth shut.

In the center of the arena.

Tang San knelt on one knee, gasping for air.

He stared at Gu Sheng in the distance.

Instead of the joy of defeating a formidable enemy, an unprecedented sense of crisis rose within him.

He could not see through him.

This person had stood on the edge of the field from the start of the match until now, not moving a single step, not using a single move.

His teammates had fallen one after another around him, wailing in agony.

Yet he had not even glanced at them once.

It was as if all of this had nothing to do with him, as if those lying on the ground were nothing more than ants.

"Be careful."

Tang San's voice was hoarse as he stood up, warning his teammates in the air.

"Something is wrong with him."

The six members of Shrek in mid-air descended rapidly, gathering around Tang San.

The seven of them formed a tight defensive formation, cautiously surrounding Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng remained standing where he was.

Watching the Shrek Seven acting as if they were facing a formidable enemy, a smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

He slowly stretched out his arms.

"Is it finally my turn?"

His calm voice was not loud, yet it reached everyone's ears with perfect clarity.

The moment his words fell, Gu Sheng moved.

He took a step forward, unhurried, with his long legs.

Tang San abruptly raised both hands upward.

The Blue Silver Grass, which had been coiled and ready, erupted from the ground, instantly weaving into a massive net that descended upon Gu Sheng.

Gu Sheng did not dodge; he walked right into it.

The moment that incredibly tough, highly toxic Blue Silver Grass made contact with Gu Sheng's body, it was as if it had passed through empty air.

It pierced straight through his body, failing to provide even a millimeter of resistance.

Dai Mubai slammed into him from the side with ferocity.

With his White Tiger Vajra Transformation fully activated, his strength had reached its absolute peak.

That massive tiger-claw fist, accompanied by a shrill whistling of wind, smashed fiercely toward Gu Sheng's chest.

It passed right through.

Dai Mubai felt as if he had punched into a vacuum.

The immense momentum carried his body straight through Gu Sheng's torso.

He stumbled to the other side, his legs turning to jelly, nearly face-planting onto the ground.