Shen Lian remained unmoved.
He knew Demon Charm's weakness, and he knew even better the killing move Tang San had hidden in his sleeves.
Sure enough, before long, Demon Charm's figure suddenly swelled, crimson foxfire sweeping across the arena like a tide.
Tang San's teammates fell one after another. The two from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect were scorched by the foxfire, and the Clear Sky Sect disciples lost their ability to fight under the mental assault. In the end, Tang San alone remained standing at the center of the arena.
The Clear Sky Sect disciples in the stands cried out in alarm. Tang Xiao's expression darkened again, his hand resting on the Clear Sky Hammer behind his back, ready to intervene at any moment.
"Is it over?"
Bibi Dong sat upright in the Pope's seat, a trace of barely perceptible anticipation flashing through her violet-gold eyes.
At that moment, Tang San suddenly raised his head, and a chill flashed through his black eyes.
He did not look at his fallen teammates. Instead, he slowly raised both hands, his wide sleeves swaying faintly.
Shen Lian raised a brow—here it came.
Countless cold flashes suddenly shot from Tang San's sleeves, dense as a torrential downpour.
In an instant, countless cold flashes burst from Tang San, pouring down upon the Spirit Hall Representative Team like rain.
Dragon Whisker Needles, Bone-Piercing Nails, Yama's Invitations... all manner of strange concealed weapons intertwined into a net of death, sealing every route of retreat.
"Ah!"
Someone in the stands cried out.
The Spirit Hall disciples were caught off guard and were struck one after another.
Some had their arms pierced through, while others had their knees shattered. Screams rose and fell without end.
Hu Liena reacted the fastest. Her Nine-Tailed Demon Fox Martial Soul unfolded