Tang San's Eight Spider Lances! You're Asking for Death!

It was not just Tang San.

Not far away, Zhu Zhuqing's body trembled once more.

She felt the Hell Spirit Cat martial soul within her let out a mournful cry, as if it had encountered the king of all beasts, curling up in a corner and shivering in fear.

The light of the Glazed Pagoda in Ning Rongrong's hand dimmed, and its rotation slowed to a crawl.

Below the stage, Dai Mubai felt a tightness in his chest; his martial soul was being suppressed so severely that even breathing became difficult.

In this moment, the entire arena was shaken.

In the VIP seating area.

Yu Xiaogang, who had previously been composed, stood up abruptly, gripping the railing so tightly that his knuckles turned white, his murky eyes wide with shock.

"What kind of martial soul is this?!"

"How can it completely suppress Tang San's martial soul, and even exert a suppressive effect on everyone else's?"

As the self-proclaimed master of theory, Yu Xiaogang had studied martial souls for decades and believed he understood the characteristics of every martial soul in the world.

Yet, he had never seen or even heard of such an overbearing existence.

Not even the Clear Sky Hammer or the Blue Lightning Overlord Dragon could force other martial souls to cower in fear through aura alone.

"This is unscientific! There is no such record in the Ten Core Competitiveness Theories of the martial soul world!"

Yu Xiaogang's worldview was suffering a massive shock.

Beside him, Ning Fengzhi and the Sword Douluo Chen Xin exchanged glances, both seeing the horror in each other's eyes.

"Uncle Sword, can you tell what that is?" Ning Fengzhi asked in a low voice.

Chen Xin took a deep breath, his usually calm and unruffled face now filled with gravity.

"I cannot see through it."

"But I can feel that the quality of that martial soul is likely even above my Seven Kill Sword."

"Perhaps... even above that legendary Angel martial soul."

In another, more secluded VIP room.

Xue Qinghe was still holding a teacup, but half the water had already spilled out.

Her golden eyes flickered with an unprecedented light.

"Chaos Green Lotus..."

"The martial soul mentioned in the diary that transcends the rules of this world."

"At the very least, it is a god-level martial soul, or perhaps even... at the level of a Creation God?"

She took a deep breath.

This Qin Feng was truly a monster among monsters.

In a corner of the spectator stands.

Liu Erlong helped a bruised and battered Xiao Wu to sit down.

Xiao Wu ignored the pain in her body, staring fixedly at the green lotus on the stage, her eyes filled with terror.

As a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, her perception was countless times sharper than that of a human.

In the presence of that lotus, she felt as if her hundred thousand years of cultivation were nothing more than a joke.

"What kind of martial soul is that... Third Brother's Blue Silver Grass is completely crippled."

Xiao Wu's voice trembled.

On the arena stage.

Tang San gritted his teeth, a trace of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

It was an internal injury caused by the backlash of his martial soul.

"I don't believe it!"

Tang San was unwilling to accept this.

How could he lose to a guy who only relied on brute force and this inexplicable martial soul suppression?

"Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track!"

Since his martial soul was suppressed, he would use the secret arts of the Tang Sect!

Tang San's footwork shifted, and his figure rushed toward Qin Feng like a phantom.

He held several Bone Piercing Nails in his hand, ready to fire at any moment.

"You never learn."

Qin Feng watched Tang San rushing toward him, a flash of impatience in his eyes.

Just as Tang San closed the distance, the soul power on Qin Feng's body erupted suddenly.

Level 47.

The tsunami-like fluctuations of soul power instantly engulfed Tang San.

Before Tang San could even throw his hidden weapons, Qin Feng's palm had already struck.

This strike appeared light and airy, yet it seemed to contain the force of Thousand Jun, sealing off every path of retreat for Tang San.

Slap!

The crisp sound of the slap echoed throughout the entire arena.

Tang San's once handsome face swelled up on one side instantly, his body spinning three times in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

Pfft.

Another mouthful of blood sprayed out.

This time, it was accompanied by two broken teeth.

"Third Brother!"

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong cried out in alarm simultaneously.

In their hearts, Tang San had always been synonymous with meticulous planning, composure, and strength.

Yet today, in front of this Qin Feng, he looked like a child who hadn't even learned to walk, being hung up and beaten.

Yu Xiaogang watched with eyes splitting from rage, his heart aching so much he could barely breathe.

"San!"

Liu Erlong was also filled with shock; that always-confident San was actually unable to put up any resistance?

On the arena stage.

Tang San struggled to climb to his feet, half his face swollen and unsightly, the fury in his eyes nearly burning away his sanity.

He had lost all face.

In front of tens of thousands of spectators, in front of Xiao Wu, and in front of everyone from Shrek, he had been slapped like a stray dog.

This humiliation was worse than death.

"You forced me to do this..."

Tang San's voice was hoarse, carrying a hysterical madness.

He lowered his head abruptly, and the clothes on his back instantly shredded.

Crack, crack.

The teeth-grinding sound of bones rubbing against each other rang out.

Eight thick, purple-black legs burst forth from his spine, tearing through his flesh.

Each leg was over three meters long, shimmering with a purple-black luster, their tips sharp as spears, emitting a nauseating, sweet, and fishy stench.

Eight Spider Lances.

Tang San's greatest trump card, an External Soul Bone!

With the appearance of the Eight Spider Lances, Tang San's aura surged instantly, the cold, poisonous miasma causing the surrounding air to distort.

"That is... a soul bone?!"

In the second-floor VIP box, Xue Qinghe raised an eyebrow slightly.

"A soul bone? And an External Soul Bone at that."

"It seems this Tang San has good luck; this is somewhat interesting."

"However, in the face of absolute strength, I fear this thing won't be enough to turn the tide."

Below the stage, Yu Xiaogang saw this scene, his shock instantly transforming into ecstasy and pride.

He pointed at Tang San on the stage and shouted to those around him:

"That is an External Soul Bone! One of the most precious types of soul bones, second only to a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

"San obtained this when he hunted a Man Faced Demon Spider in the Star Dou Forest. If it weren't for my theoretical guidance at the time, he would never have been able to absorb it."

"This soul bone carries a potent poison and can devour the life force of its enemies. Once struck, even the gods cannot save you!"

Liu Erlong looked at Yu Xiaogang with adoration.

"Xiaogang, you are truly remarkable. You were able to help San obtain such a treasure, and you didn't even covet it for yourself. Such character is rare in this world."

Flender adjusted his glasses, a glint of light flashing in his shrewd little eyes.

"Since San has revealed his trump card, this match is in the bag."

"It looks like the money I bet is going to double."

"All-in; it really is a form of wisdom."

On the stage.

Tang San was currently suspended in mid-air, supported by his Eight Spider Lances, looking down at Qin Feng from above.

With the enhancement of the External Soul Bone, the sense of dread from being suppressed just moments ago finally began to dissipate.

He had regained his confidence.

"Qin Feng, to be able to force out my Eight Spider Lances, you have enough reason to be proud."

"But this match ends here!"

Tang San said coldly, his eight spider lances shimmering with a chilling light like the scythes of the Grim Reaper.