A short while later, on the arena.
Bibi Dong and Tang Xiao stood at opposite ends, north and south.
The sunlight shone straight down from overhead, casting their shadows across the Adamantine Rock floor, one long and one short, one to the north and one to the south.
Tang Xiao stood there with the Clear Sky Hammer hanging at his side. The dark light on its head flickered on and off, like his unsettled mood.
The pressure on him was immense. His younger brother had just been defeated by Zhao Linchuan in such a wretched state.
If he couldn't restore their honor, the Clear Sky Sect's reputation was bound to plummet.
But the question was, how could he restore their honor when facing a Soul Saint with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring?
As he pondered this, Tang Xiao suddenly felt countless threads appear in the air.
They surged in from every direction, silently and without a trace, like a spider weaving an invisible web in the dark.
Before he could react, the threads tightened all at once!
They wound around his wrists, ankles, waist, stomach, and neck, layer after layer, coil after coil, binding him completely like a gigantic cocoon.
The threads dug into his clothes and skin, leaving him unable to move. Even breathing became difficult.
"Come here!"
Bibi Dong, facing him, called out playfully and yanked her right hand back.
"Ugh—!"
Tang Xiao cried out in alarm. Like a heavy cocoon, he was dragged toward her by an irresistible force.
His feet carved two long tracks into the ground. His soles scraped against the Adamantine Rock with a grating squeal as his body pitched forward, his head tilted back, and his hands bound at his sides, leaving him unable to keep his balance.
Bibi Dong gave a