Xiao Wu's Descendants Are Everywhere

"Understood!"

The Sacred Spirit Sect Soul Douluo nodded.

With a light wave of his right hand, the iron chains wrapped around Xiao Wu suddenly soared into the air.

Xiao Wu's body was hoisted up by the iron hooks and firmly impaled on the highest crossbeam of the Spirit Dueling Arena.

Xiao Wu now looked like a rabbit caught on an iron hook.

Her body hung limply, blood dripping down along the chains.

Under the sunlight, it even gave off an eerie sheen.

"Whew—"

This sudden scene instantly sent Tang San and the others' hearts into their throats.

They stared blankly upward at Xiao Wu, who was barely clinging to life in midair, their hearts pounding violently.

Fortunately, Xiao Wu was still alive. That was a blessing amid disaster.

But just as Tang San and the others' emotions began to settle slightly, Ye Muyun's voice rang out again.

"Oh, right. Let me give everyone a reminder first."

"This humanoid soul beast may look like a cute bunny-eared girl, but she is actually a rabbit that has lived for a hundred thousand years."

"As for how many times she has mated and how many litters she has borne over those hundred thousand years, you can do the math yourselves."

Ye Muyun did not spell it out, but everyone present understood.

She was reminding those with certain peculiar tastes that if they wanted to set their sights on Xiao Wu, they should first consider whether they could accept "several million green hats."

No one knew what those people with peculiar tastes were thinking.

But the gazes of the vast majority of normal people present became exceedingly strange as they looked at Tang San.

Tang San actually liked such a soul beast, one that had "seen all the vicissitudes of life"?

"Cough, cough, cough..."