Tang San's Humiliation, Spider Lances Torn Out

On the spirit arena.

Tang San unleashed the Eight Spider Lances soul bone.

The spectator stands instantly erupted.

Someone shot to his feet and shouted, "Isn't that guy's martial soul Blue Silver Grass? How did spider legs grow out of him? Just looking at it gives me the creeps!"

Beside him, an old man with graying hair and beard pushed up his glasses and said slowly, "That isn't a martial soul. That is an extremely rare External Soul Bone, second in value only to a hundred-thousand-year spirit ring."

The man turned back to glance at the old man, his tone filled with amazement as he said, "You even know such profound knowledge? Master, please accept my bow!"

The old man waved his hand, looking utterly unfathomable.

On the spirit arena, Tang San had already moved.

As the Eight Spider Lances spread open, his feet stepped out in the footwork of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track, and his entire body turned into a blurred afterimage as he rapidly closed in on Er Ming.

His speed was much faster than before. The eight spider lances behind him were like eight nimble arms, constantly adjusting their angles and directions.

Tang San's Purple Demon Eye operated at full strength, purple light gleaming in his pupils.

He saw every exertion and movement Er Ming made with perfect clarity.

He calculated quickly in his heart. This giant ape's strength was indeed terrifying.

But its speed and agility were clearly inferior to his own.

As long as he kept using Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to roam around it.

As long as he used Blue Silver Grass to continuously wear down its stamina, he would always find a chance to deliver a fatal strike with the Eight Spider Lances' poison.

The poison of the Eight Spider Lances was equally effective against spirit beasts. As long as it pierced its skin, the toxin could quickly invade the blood and gradually paralyze its body.

When that time came, no matter how strong it was, it could only obediently collapse.

As Tang San thought this, he flung several Blue Silver Grass vines from his palm, wrapping them around Er Ming's limbs and torso.

Although those vines were immediately snapped apart, each one could delay the rhythm of Er Ming's attacks.

Tang San's figure constantly shifted around Er Ming, sometimes left, sometimes right, sometimes in front, sometimes behind, like a venomous wasp circling a giant beast.

He glanced at the few weak opponents on the other side of the spirit arena, and a little more confidence rose in his heart.

No matter how strong this giant ape was, there was only one of it.

The remaining few fellows did not look like they had much strength.

As long as he dealt with this giant ape, the rest were just small fry he could clean up with a casual wave of his hand.

The advantage was mine.

The corner of Tang San's mouth lifted slightly.

Just as he was about to launch a new round of attacks, the burly figure on the other side of the spirit arena moved.

It's time for me to stretch my muscles.

Wang Tiezhu, Bai Yi's transformation, walked unhurriedly toward the center of the battlefield.

When he reached Er Ming's side, Er Ming's enormous body suddenly turned into a dark-gold phantom, rapidly shrinking and merging into his body.

A layer of fine golden monkey fur surfaced over Bai Yi's skin. A monkey tail extended from his tailbone and slowly swayed behind him.

His arms thickened visibly, his muscles swelling, exuding a plain and unadorned sense of savage power.

In the distance, Ning Rongrong also moved.

She held the pipa Phoenix Perches on the Parasol Tree across her chest and plucked four strings in succession.

The notes rang out one after another, each more urgent than the last. In the end, the four notes sounded almost simultaneously, turning into a stream of bluish-gold light that surged toward Bai Yi.

That was the fourth spirit skill of the Nine Treasures Glazed Pagoda that she had secretly activated.

The Crimson-Eyed Scale-Armored Beast's ability had been sealed into this melody by her, carrying the trait of defensive counterattack.

A flash of crimson light swept through Bai Yi's eyes.

A faint, illusory layer of scale armor appeared over his body, as if countless transparent plates of armor were fitted against his skin.

Tang San's gaze immediately locked onto Bai Yi.

He analyzed rapidly in his mind.

This giant ape could actually possess a spirit master.

It was completely different from his teacher Yu Xiaogang's Luo Sanpao.

Luo Sanpao was a martial soul that fought independently, and after possession, it would instead weaken combat strength.

But after the person before him was possessed, his aura had more than doubled.

That illusory layer of scale armor even carried a backlash sensation that made him rather uncomfortable.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Since this giant ape had possessed you, he would deal with you along with it.

The poison of the Eight Spider Lances was even more lethal to humans than to soul beasts.

Instead of retreating, Tang San advanced, thrusting his right palm forward as he shouted:

"Third soul skill, Spider Web Restraint!"

A huge Blue Silver Grass spiderweb unfurled in midair, blotting out the sky as it enveloped Bai Yi.

Every strand on the web was sticky and tough; once entangled, it would be extremely difficult to break free.

Bai Yi stood where he was, his expression calm.

He casually swept one arm out, and that force was terrifying beyond measure.

That swing of his arm actually stirred up a solid blade of air.

The air blade sliced soundlessly through the center of the spiderweb.

The entire web split in two down the middle and drifted to either side, failing to hold Bai Yi back for even a single breath.

Tang San had never expected the spiderweb to truly trap Bai Yi.

His real killing move was behind him.

The footwork of Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track erupted at full force the instant the spiderweb was torn apart.

Tang San's figure turned into a blurred arc, circling behind Bai Yi in an instant.

Eight spider lances spread open at the same time like a blooming cluster of purple thorns, their tips stabbing in perfect unison toward Bai Yi's back.

Bai Yi's back was reflected in Tang San's Purple Demon Eye, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a faint smile.

He said, "I win."

He was certain this strike would not miss.

But Bai Yi only tilted his head slightly and gently pressed his right hand downward.

The gravity around them increased nearly a hundredfold in an instant.

Tang San's smile froze on his face.

His body, which had been light and fleeting a moment ago, seemed to be slammed from above by an invisible giant hand.

His knees smashed hard into the ground, his limbs braced against the floor, and all eight spider lances stabbed into the ground at once as they struggled to support his body.

Tang San knelt on the ground in a humiliating posture.

Violent shock and rage churned in his heart.

How could the pressure be this strong?

He couldn't move. He couldn't move at all.

He couldn't even lift a finger, and every breath felt like swallowing stones.

Tang San gritted his teeth.

Ever since crossing over into this world, he had known low points and setbacks.

But never had he been pinned so firmly to the ground like this, without even the slightest room to struggle.

He was a disciple of the Tang Sect. In his previous life, he had leapt from a cliff to prove his resolve, and in this life, he was even more determined to reach the summit.

He would never willingly kneel before anyone.

I can't bring shame to my sect.

Tang San desperately circulated the Mysterious Heaven Skill within him, trying to use his Soul Power to push back the pressure on his body.

But that hundredfold gravity was like a tangible mountain pressing down on his spine, utterly unmoving.

Bai Yi turned around and looked down at Tang San, who was sprawled on the ground. On his rough face was a simple, kindly smile like that of an elder.

"Those spider legs of yours are all covered in poison. Too dangerous to use in a fight. I'll help you take care of them."

He bent down and gripped two of the spider lances on Tang San's back with both hands, one on the left and one on the right.

Tang San's body shuddered violently, and he forced out one word in a terrified voice: "You..."

Bai Yi pulled hard with both hands to either side.

Rip.

Two spider lances were forcibly torn from Tang San's back, bringing out a spray of dark purple blood and shredded flesh.

The instant those spider lances were ripped free, Tang San's body convulsed violently.

He let out a shrill scream, both hands clawing wildly at the floor of the spirit fighting arena.

His kneeling waist bent even lower.

Bai Yi casually tossed the two broken spider lances aside, then reached for the third and fourth.

Rip.

The screams in the second round were even shriller than the first.

Blood spread across the spirit arena, running along Tang San's back and staining most of the stage crimson.

The spectator stands fell briefly silent, then erupted into cheers even louder than before.

Some people shouted praise, some slapped their thighs and stood up, and some were so excited they yelled again and again.

Bloody. Cruel. Yet carrying a primal, pure visual impact.

In the distance, Ye Qingge saw this scene and felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body.

His legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees, tears spilling from his eyes as he cried out, "Third Brother! Don't!"

He wanted to rush over, but his legs simply would not obey. His eyes were filled only with deep heartache.

On the other side of the spirit arena, Zhu Zhuqing frowned and looked at Xiao Wu beside her.

"Xiao Wu, are we really not going to help? Tang San, he..."

Xiao Wu blinked, then waved a hand with an indifferent look and said, "Of course not. Anyway, even if all of us went together, we still wouldn't be a match for that uncle over there. Going would be pointless. Let Little San bear this pain. Just think of it as tempering him."

Zhu Zhuqing fell silent for a while. Looking at Xiao Wu's self-righteous expression, she finally sighed and did not argue.

The tearing sounds continued.

The sixth, the seventh, the eighth.

All eight spider spears on Tang San's back were pulled out one by one by Bai Yi and scattered across the floor of the spirit arena, dark purple blood still clinging to the broken ends.

Tang San lay sprawled on the spirit arena, his back a bloody mess, his clothes shredded, his flesh torn open and curling.

He lay there motionless, only the violent heaving of his chest proving that he was still alive.

He struggled to lift his eyelids. His gaze was thick with hatred as he roared hoarsely, "You... have already earned your death. I... will never let you go."

Bai Yi stood up and clapped the blood from his hands.

A simple, unadorned smile appeared on that rough uncle's face as he said, "Fine by me. I, Wang Tiezhu, stand upright and act honorably. I never hide or skulk around. If you've got the ability, come find me for revenge."

In the distance, Ning Rongrong secretly held back a laugh.

In her heart, she cursed with delight, Serves you right.

You ran your mouths back in the Star Dou Great Forest. Now karma's caught up with you, hasn't it?

Just then, two figures charged over from the other side of the spirit arena.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun had at some point finished eating the recovery sausages Oscar gave them. Most of their injuries had healed, and their Soul Power had recovered quite a bit as well.

Dai Mubai was covered in white tiger markings, while scarlet flames burned across Ma Hongjun's body.

The two roared at the same time, "Damn bastard, don't you dare humiliate our brother!"

Dai Mubai's White Tiger Intense Light Wave and Ma Hongjun's Phoenix Fire Wire slammed into Bai Yi's back at the same time.

Bai Yi did not turn around.

The two attacks struck the illusory layer of scale armor on his body, like water splashing against stone, and quickly merged into it before vanishing.

Dai Mubai's pupils contracted slightly.

In his heart, he thought in shock and uncertainty, What the hell? My full-power strike hit him, and he's completely unharmed?

Bai Yi turned his head slightly, and two beams of crimson light gathered in his eyes.

That was the energy transformed and absorbed from Dai Mubai's and Ma Hongjun's attacks just now. After being refined by the Crimson-Eyed Scale-Armored Beast's scales, it was released with double the power.

Two blazing crimson rays shot from his eyes and struck Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun squarely in the chest.

The two screamed at the same time and flew backward, tracing two parabolas through the air before smashing heavily into the edge of the spirit arena.

Bai Yi turned around and walked toward them step by step.

He bent down, grabbed Dai Mubai's head with one hand and Ma Hongjun's head with the other, then smashed their skulls hard against the floor of the spirit arena.

Then he raised his fists and punched the bodies they lay sprawled in several times in succession.

Dull, booming thuds echoed rhythmically across the spirit arena.

Tang San lay on the ground, his back a mangled blur of blood and flesh.

Using the last of his strength, he pulled the Godly Zhuge Crossbow from his waist, struggled to prop up the body of the crossbow, and aimed at Bai Yi's back.

His eyes were bloodshot, the hatred in his gaze as intense as a vengeful ghost.

If you offend me, Tang San, then you have to die.

He pulled the trigger.

The sound of the mechanism snapping open was crisp and brief.

Three crossbow bolts shot out at the same time, flying with pinpoint accuracy toward Bai Yi's back, so fast they dragged three afterimages behind them.

The bolts struck the layer of illusory scales on Bai Yi's back, ringing out in a rapid series of crisp metallic clashes.

Clang.

The three bolts were bounced away by the scales and fell crookedly onto the floor of the spirit arena.

Tang San's pupils suddenly contracted.

His voice was filled with disbelief.

"How is that possible? My Godly Zhuge Crossbow... actually couldn't break through his defense?"

Bai Yi glanced back at him and gently shook his head, merely pressing his right hand down slightly.

That hundredfold gravity fell onto Tang San again, forcing the upper half of his body, which he had just propped up, back to the ground.

Dai Mubai and Ma Hongjun were also caught in the spreading aftershock.

Their faces were pressed hard against the floor tiles of the spirit arena, and they could not move at all.

Their internal organs endured an increasingly heavy pressure, and breathing grew harder and harder.

The blood flowing from their wounds gradually dyed the ground in front of them red.

Bai Yi withdrew his gaze and turned toward the other side of the spirit arena.

Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing stood at the edge, having taken no part in the battle from beginning to end.

Bai Yi strode toward them.

Tang San lay on the ground. Seeing this, he used all his strength to lift his head and shouted in pain and urgency, "If you've got the guts, come at me! Don't touch Xiao Wu!"

Dai Mubai likewise struggled with all his might, gritting his teeth.

"Wang, if you dare lay a finger on Zhuqing, I won't let you off even as a ghost."

As Bai Yi's burly body approached step by step, Zhu Zhuqing's expression turned wary.

Her cat ears stood up from within her hair, her cat tail stretched taut behind her, the tips of her claws sprang out, and her vertical pupils locked onto the approaching Bai Yi.

Though she knew full well she was no match for him, she was absolutely not afraid to fight.

Xiao Wu looked at Bai Yi's rugged, rough-looking face and blinked, as if sending some kind of signal.

Through Communication with the Nether, Bai Yi sent an intent over.

You're actually standing on the sidelines watching your teammates suffer. Is that really appropriate?

Xiao Wu's eyes instantly lit up.

Hmph, what do you mean, watching? Clearly, you're just too terrifying, you big villain, and scared me silly. Are you going to grab me and take me away next?