Tang San practically tore at his own face, his expression utterly deranged.
"Eight Spider Lances, oh, Eight Spider Lances! My Eight Spider Lances!"
Du Dadan saw at once that something was wrong. They had their eyes on the thing that had appeared on his son's back.
He had already stepped in front of his son and released his Martial Soul and Soul Rings.
Du Dadan's body grew several sizes larger, and then his Soul Rings appeared.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black.
It was a passable Soul Ring Configuration. In a powerful sect, the fifth Soul Ring wouldn't be purple—unless it came from a super Soul Beast like a Titan Giant Ape or a Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear.
Still, given the Body Sect's current strength, a configuration like this was perfectly reasonable.
Du Dadan glared at Tang San and the others. "What exactly are you trying to do?"
He had gained a whole new perspective on the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. They really were a bunch of smiling tigers: they'd grin at you on the surface, but the moment they spotted something valuable, they'd show their true colors if you refused to hand it over.
Tang San gave an alluring smile and began putting on an act, adopting the manner of a refined gentleman. "Esteemed Soul Emperor, the bone on your son's back would be of great use to me. I wonder if you'd be willing to part with it? The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will offer you ample compensation!"
Du Dadan wasn't fooled by Tang San's performance. The Body Martial Soul had been discriminated against for years, and they had met all sorts of people. They could tell what kind of person someone was.
At a glance, Du Dadan could see that Tang San was a hypocrite.