Xiao Wu saw the shock in Tang San's eyes, her body trembled slightly, and her voice quivered.
"Mistress, I... I didn't mean to hide it from you."
She hesitated, unsure how to explain, and felt her heart sink.
Tang San struggled to sit up, his brow furrowed as the wound on his chest pulled at his chest, but he still reached out his hand to Xiao Wu.
His voice was hoarse, but unusually firm. "No need to say anything, I believe you. My father is gone, and now you're the only one left by my side."
Having spent so many years together, our friendship is etched into our very bones.
What did it matter if she was human or Soul Beast? All he knew was that Xiao Wu had never harmed him.
The shock of his father's tragic death was still churning in his chest, but looking at Xiao Wu's reddened eyes, only one thought remained in his mind: he couldn't lose her too.
Xiao Wu froze, tears instantly welling up in her eyes.
She had prepared herself to be ostracized and feared, but she never expected that Tang San would choose to believe her without hesitation.
She rushed to Tang San's side, took his hand, and tears streamed down her face. Her heart was filled with both sorrow and warmth.
"Ah, how touching."
A cold laugh descended from the sky. Bibi Dong slowly walked out from the Pope seat, her Soul Power surging slightly, and looked down at the two of them.
A triumphant smile played on her lips as her voice echoed throughout the room, "Stop pretending to be so sentimental, Xiao Wu. You're destined to become one of my Soul Ring; there's no escaping it."
She glanced at Tang Hao's corpse on the ground, her smile deepening, " Tang Hao is dead, and we even got a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit for free. This trip was definitely worthwhile."
Xiao Wu froze abruptly, the tears on her face still wet, instantly replaced by a bone-chilling cold.
It's her... it's definitely her!
The image of her mother's tragic death suddenly flooded her mind: blood, sharp claws, and Bibi Dong's cold eyes.
She desperately fled the Star Dou Great Forest, hiding her identity for so many years, but she never expected to fall into the hands of her mother's killer.
It's over.
Her heart felt ice-cold.
Tang Hao is dead, Tang San is seriously injured, Di Tian is strong but may not protect her, Bibi Dong is also eyeing her covetously.
This time, she really can't escape.
Tang San gritted his teeth and shielded Xiao Wu behind him. Even though he was covered in injuries and could barely stand, he still straightened his back and stood in front of her.
He stared intently at Bibi Dong, his eyes surging with hatred, yet he also clearly knew that the gap between them was as vast as an insurmountable chasm.
With Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring right before their eyes, none of the powerful figures present could resist its allure.
On the stands, Chen Xin gently stroked the hilt of his sword with his fingertips, a hint of fervor flashing in his eyes.
For Titled Douluo to advance further, Hundred Thousand Year Soul Bone and Soul Ring are the greatest opportunities. However, after glancing at Di Tian in the arena, he slowly suppressed his thoughts.
Ning Fengzhi gently shook his head, quietly signaling him to calm down. No matter how good the opportunity, you still have to be alive to seize it.
The sect leaders and elders of the surrounding sects were all breathing heavily, their eyes fixed on Xiao Wu, but due to Di Tian's power and the intervention of the Spirit Hall, no one dared to step forward rashly.
Bibi Dong watched the commotion and her smile widened.
She lowered her eyes to look at Xiao Wu, her tone casual yet carrying a deadly pressure. " Xiao Wu, obediently accept your death, and Tang San's life may be spared. Otherwise, neither of you will leave this Spirit City today."
" Bibi Dong!" Tang San's eyes were bloodshot. He tried to stand up, but the movement aggravated his injuries, and he coughed up a mouthful of blood.
"You scum from the Clear Sky Sect, how dare you address me by my name?" Bibi Dong's eyes turned cold, and with a slight pressure of her Soul Power, Tang San was instantly struck as if by a heavy blow, falling heavily back to the ground, struggling even to lift his head.
Xiao Wu trembled all over, her heart clenching as she looked at the dying Tang San.
She knew that Bibi Dong meant what she said, and if she resisted, Tang San would surely die.
But she hadn't avenged her mother yet; how could she willingly perish like this?
She looked around in a panic. The Spirit Hall was watching her like a hawk, and each sect had its own ulterior motives. No one would stand up for her.
His gaze swept across the entire room, finally settling on Shen Yifeng had remained silent throughout.
It was him.
Di Tian is from the Color Dragon Sect; he's here to protect him. Perhaps... he's the only one who can save him.
The thought popped into my head, like grasping at the last straw.
She couldn't care about anything else anymore. She staggered to Shen Yifeng and knelt down with a thud, tears mixed with despair falling to the ground. " Shen Yifeng, please, help me... I'll do anything as long as you save me and my third brother."
She looked up at the calm-looking boy before her, her voice choked with emotion, filled with a desperate hope.
She knew the request was abrupt, and the two weren't even really friends, but right now, she was truly desperate.
Shen Yifeng looked down at the person kneeling before him, a faint smile playing on his lips, "Help you? Why should I? Don't forget, your third brother was just thinking of poisoning me with the Eight Spider Lances."
Xiao Wu's tears fell even harder, her forehead slamming heavily against the ground, her voice trembling with sobs. "I know it was Third Brother's fault, I'll apologize to you on his behalf! Please, please save him, I'll go with you, I'll do anything you want!"
"Come with me?" Shen Yifeng said casually. "Do you know what will happen if you come with me? The most valuable thing about Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast in human form is its Soul Ring and Soul Bone."
"I know." Xiao Wu suddenly looked up, her eyes filled with determination. "I'm willing to become your Soul Ring. As long as you let Tang San leave Spirit City alive, I'm willing to do anything."
She knew in her heart that falling into Bibi Dong's hands would only lead to a more miserable death, and even Tang San would be buried with her. She was taking a gamble, hoping to at least save Tang San's life.
Shen Yifeng chuckled, seemingly finding it amusing. "Since that's the case, why shouldn't I help?"
He looked up at Di Tian and nodded slightly.
Di Tian instantly understood, stepped forward, and a terrifying pressure erupted from his body, covering the entire area. His gaze swept over Bibi Dong, and his voice was as cold and hard as iron. "Today, my Color Dragon Sect is taking these two away. Bibi Dong, you are not qualified to stop us."
After he finished speaking, the entire room fell into a deathly silence.
Bibi Dong's face suddenly darkened, her fingers clenched so tightly they turned white, and she stared intently at Di Tian, her eyes surging with anger and fear.
Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast is right in front of them, but Di Tian's strength is undeniable. If they really fight, the Spirit Hall won't gain any advantage.
She never expected that Shen Yifeng would actually intervene, and even slap her Spirit Hall in the face in front of all the Soul Master on the continent.
" Shen Yifeng, you should think this through." Bibi Dong's voice was cold. "Is it worth it to become an enemy of the Spirit Hall for a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast?"
"Whether it's worth it or not is not for you to decide," Shen Yifeng said calmly. "I'm taking the person away. If Your His Holiness the Pope is not satisfied, feel free to come to the Color Dragon Sect to find me."
Di Tian casually waved his hand, and two streams of Soul Power swept up the heavily injured Tang San and the dazed Xiao Wu, protecting them behind him. Black light flowed around his body, making it clear that he would directly attack anyone who dared to obstruct him.
The crowd in the stands was utterly silent, no one daring to utter a sound.
Yu Xiaogang stood frozen in place, watching Tang San being taken away. He wanted to go forward but dared not, his face turning deathly pale.
Chen Xin and Ning Fengzhi a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes. The Color Dragon Sect was clearly going to confront the Spirit Hall head-on, and the landscape of the continent was about to change completely.