Time passed slowly.
The decisive battle arena.
On the platform.
Inside the vast expanse of red mist.
Only Tang San remained, standing alone to face that terrifying Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Gu Sheng still stood at the edge of the arena.
When the churning red mist spread toward him, it seemed to encounter something terrifying.
The mist actually parted on its own, retreating to either side.
It dared not come even an inch near his body.
Gu Sheng's expression was calm as his gaze pierced through the layers of mist.
He clearly saw the two-bladed monster formed from Hu Liena and Xie Yue charging at Tang San in an unstoppable rush.
The enormous Moon Blade spun rapidly through the air, its piercing howl making the blood run cold.
It was Demon Charm's self-created killing move.
Full Moon.
Wherever its blade passed, even the air was cleaved apart.
There was nowhere to dodge.
Tang San gritted his teeth, and the Eight Spider Lances behind him shot out in an instant.
Eight poisonous spider legs, gleaming with a sinister purple light, crossed in front of him and braced against the Moon Blade like a meat grinder.
The shrill clang of metal rang across the arena as sparks flew everywhere.
Then came a cracking sound that set everyone's teeth on edge.
Crack—
The incredibly hard External Soul Bone, the Eight Spider Lances, shattered inch by inch beneath that terrifying cutting force.
Purple fragments scattered in every direction through the red mist.
At the sight, the corner of Gu Sheng's mouth lifted in the faintest smile.
The real show was finally about to begin.
The stands outside the arena had erupted.
Tens of thousands of spectators anxiously searched for the black-clad youth.
But when they saw Gu Sheng still standing at the sidelines like an uninvolved bystander, they could no longer keep calm.
"What the hell is he doing?"
"Why hasn't he made a move?!"
The commotion outside did nothing to affect Gu Sheng.
He stood quietly where he was.
He watched Tang San, in the red mist, endure the agony of his shattered bones and suddenly crouch down.
Tang San's hands swept quickly across the ground, gathering all the shattered fragments of the Eight Spider Lances.
The next moment, his fingers began to move in a strange rhythm.
It was a method of exerting force that ordinary people could never understand.
The Tang Sect Secret Arts—Hidden Weapon techniques.
Bat Wing Reincarnation.
Dozens of purple streaks shot from Tang San's hands.
The poisonous fragments traced strange, twisting arcs through the air.
They defied all normal flight paths, bypassed Demon Charm's frontal defenses, and found the Spirit Hall Team members' blind spots from every direction.
The sounds of blades piercing flesh rang out one after another.
The poison instantly seeped into their blood through the wounds.
Demon Charm's fused state abruptly ended.
Xie Yue let out a muffled groan and fell first.
Hu Liena's face turned purple and blue, and she crumpled limply to the ground.
Sun Chuantao fell.
Li Kai fell.
Zhang Ping fell.
At the very back, Xu Yu hadn't even had time to raise his staff before his vision went black and he crashed heavily onto the stone floor.
The red mist dispersed.
Sunlight once again fell over the arena, illuminating everything clearly.
The only member of the Spirit Hall Team still standing was Gu Sheng.
All the spectators stared wide-eyed, unable to understand what had just happened.
"What is he doing?!"
"Why didn't he stop those fragments?!"
"He's disgraced the Spirit Hall!"
Questions and curses mingled together, their uproar nearly lifting the roof off the arena.
In the VIP seats reserved for the Heaven Dou Empire's royal family, Emperor Xue Ye furrowed his brows into a deep frown.
As an emperor, he had seen countless people, yet he couldn't make sense of this youth's actions.
Beside him, Xue Qinghe's fingers clenched beneath his wide sleeves.
A hint of worry flashed through his golden eyes.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's seats.
Ning Fengzhi's brows were tightly knit, his usual composure gone.
"Why didn't he make a move?"
Ning Fengzhi turned to look at Sword Douluo behind him.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a blade as he tried to pierce through to Gu Sheng on the arena.
"He did it on purpose."
Sword Douluo's voice was heavy.
Ning Fengzhi grew even more puzzled. This was the decisive battle for three Soul Bones, after all.
"Why?"
Sword Douluo slowly shook his head and said nothing more.
The Spirit Hall's seats.
Pope Bibi Dong sat at the highest point.
Her expression was blank. Her stern eyes showed not the slightest ripple as she silently watched the arena below.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, standing to one side, was practically jumping with anxiety.
Looking at the unconscious members of the Golden Generation sprawled across the ground, his voice turned shrill.
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
"If he doesn't act now, the whole team will be wiped out! Please give the order!"
Bibi Dong didn't turn around. Her voice was icy.
"Silence."
Those two short words made Chrysanthemum Douluo shudder.
"Look."
Bibi Dong spoke again.
Chrysanthemum Douluo swallowed and closed his mouth.
At the center of the arena.
Tang San knelt on one knee, gasping for breath.
He stared at Gu Sheng in the distance.
He felt no joy at having defeated a powerful foe. Instead, an unprecedented sense of danger rose within him.
He couldn't see through him.
The man had stood at the edge of the arena without moving or making a single attack from the beginning of the match until now.
His teammates had fallen beside him one after another, crying out in pain.
Yet he hadn't even glanced at them.
It was as if none of this had anything to do with him, as if the people lying on the ground were nothing but ants.
"Be careful."
Tang San's voice was hoarse. He got to his feet and warned his teammates in the air.
"Something's wrong with him."
The six Shrek members in the air quickly descended and gathered around Tang San.
The seven formed a tight defensive formation and cautiously closed in on Gu Sheng.
Gu Sheng still stood where he was.
He looked at the seven Shrek members, who were on high alert, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
He slowly stretched out his arms.
"Finally, it's my turn?"
His quiet voice wasn't loud, yet everyone heard it clearly.
The instant the words fell, Gu Sheng moved.
He took a long, unhurried step forward.
Tang San abruptly raised both hands.
The poised Blue Silver Grass burst up from the ground, instantly weaving into a vast net that dropped over Gu Sheng.
Gu Sheng didn't dodge. He walked into it.
The moment the incredibly tough, poisonous Blue Silver Grass touched Gu Sheng's body—
It was as if it had passed through empty air.
It went straight through his body without hindering him in the slightest.
Dai Mubai charged fiercely from the side.
With White Tiger Vajra Transformation fully activated, his strength had reached its peak.
His enormous tiger-claw fist tore through the air with a sharp whistle and smashed toward Gu Sheng's chest.
Straight through.
Dai Mubai felt as if his fist had struck a vacuum.
The massive force of his momentum carried him straight through Gu Sheng's body.
He staggered out the other side, his legs giving way as he nearly toppled face-first onto the ground.
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