Feng Xiaotian stared dumbfounded into the air.
Tang San stood proudly on the spirit fighting stage, Clear Sky Hammer in hand, a faint smile curling his lips. "Feng Xiaotian, your Self-Created Soul Skill is indeed powerful, but sorry, I have to win this spirit fight!"
"You've forced out the Clear Sky Hammer I was saving for the semifinals. You have every reason to be proud!"
"From here on!"
"The roles of attacker and defender have been reversed between us!"
As Tang San's words fell.
The stunned soul masters around the spectator stands instantly snapped back to their senses. The previously quiet venue erupted like oil poured into boiling water!
"Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!"
"Tang San actually has Twin Martial Souls!"
"That's the Clear Sky Hammer, the inherited martial soul of the continent's number one sect, the Clear Sky Sect! Four ten-thousand-year soul rings—Tang San hid himself far too well!"
"No wonder Tang San's rank rose so drastically! When his Blue Silver Grass martial soul absorbed its fourth soul ring, he also attached four ten-thousand-year soul rings to his Clear Sky Hammer martial soul!"
"My god, a four-ringed Soul Ancestor can cultivate two martial souls at once? How did he solve the problem of the two martial souls conflicting?"
"Feng Xiaotian is definitely going to lose now!"
"Wait... Tang San is a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, and the Clear Sky Sect is on such terrible terms with Spirit Hall. How did he dare reveal his Twin Martial Souls in Spirit City?"
"Now this will be interesting!"
"..."
Amid countless shocked discussions.
Tang San swallowed a Flying Mushroom Sausage Oscar had handed him before being eliminated. A pair of wings sprouted from his back as he charged at Feng Xiaotian with the Clear Sky Hammer in hand.
**Bang!