The First Talisman, Divine Position Reward!

The Shadow Ninjas surrounded the group, their red eyes flickering.

"Hmph! You surnamed Flender, I am not Dai Mubai!" Dai Xieyue spat out coldly, once again ordering the Shadow Ninjas to attack.

"Slap! Slap!"

With two crisp sounds, Flender swatted the two Shadow Ninjas away, one in each hand.

"Boom—"

The Shadow Ninjas flew out of the room, startling the audience and staff at the Soul Fighting Arena.

"What is that?" The spectators looked toward the second-floor box in a panic, where cold light flashed and a fierce battle raged.

"Someone is actually causing trouble in the Soul Fighting Arena? Are they tired of living?"

People watched with excitement, momentarily losing interest in the soul fights happening below.

The Soul Fighting Arena strictly forbade disturbances, and those who caused trouble here never met a good end; this riot today was a rare sight to behold.

"Spent one ticket to see two fights, what a steal!" Someone looked through the hole in the wall into the room, brimming with excitement.

"Fight! Smash all the windows for me!"

Some beat their chests and stamped their feet, regretting only that their seats were too far away to see the full picture.

In the control room, the young manager of the Soul Fighting Arena saw this scene and shouted in anger, "Bastards! Go and bring them to me!"

Inside the room, the Shadow Ninjas emerged one after another, while Flender and Zhao Wuji shielded the others behind them.

Although the Shadow Ninjas were numerous, their individual combat strength was only equivalent to that of an ordinary Soul Elder; it was merely their eerie hidden weapons and elusive speed that forced Flender to pay attention.

Swish—

A Shadow Ninja bent down and fired a dart. Flender dodged it with ease, and the dart embedded itself straight into the pillar behind him, radiating a cold, lethal glint.

Hidden weapons again!

Flender grew wary. How did these people possess such skilled hidden weapon techniques, just like Tang San?

Diamond-shaped darts! Could it be that this world also had a lineage of hidden weapons?

Tang San's expression turned to one of surprise when he saw the dart on the pillar, but the battlefield left him no time to ponder.

"Let's try a Heavenly Maiden Scattering Flowers! Let's see how long your turtle shell can hold out!" Dai Xieyue laughed coldly.

The Shadow Ninjas quickly retreated to the walls, then pulled hidden weapons from their robes and fired them forward like throwing playing cards.

Swish, swish, swish—

Suddenly, the air was filled with hidden weapons, leaving the group with nowhere to hide.

Oh no, there are too many, it's too late!

Flender's eyes widened as he gritted his teeth, spread his arms, and activated his Martial Soul.

"Roar—"

Zhao Wuji transformed into a massive Vajra Bear, standing before the group as his black soul ring lit up beneath his feet.

Fifth Soul Skill: Gravity Squeeze!

The previously weightless air in front of them suddenly became incredibly heavy, as if crushed by some unseen force. The incoming darts were gathered into a cluster, kneaded into an iron ball, and dropped to the ground.

However, even so, a vast number of darts remained, impossible to block entirely.

"Third Brother!" Xiao Wu hugged Tang San in terror, feeling both fear and regret.

I haven't avenged my mother yet; I can't die here. I shouldn't have come out.

Zhu Zhuqing took a stance, staring stubbornly at the incoming darts; even in the face of danger, she gritted her teeth and refused to give up.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

The darts whistled past Flender, on the verge of striking Tang San behind him.

"Not good!" Flender turned back in a rush.

A hidden weapon slid from Tang San's sleeve. His eyes narrowed, and just as he prepared to launch his own counter-attack—

Bang!

A massive hammer flew into the center of the group, shattering all the darts in the air. Tang San and the others remained completely unscathed.

"What was that?" Flender looked on, bewildered.

Because the speed was too great, no one had seen who saved them, nor had they clearly seen the shape of the hammer.

But Dai Xieyue recognized it.

He would never forget this aura—the aura that had subjected him to such humiliating disgrace!

"Hahaha, good! You've finally come out!" He looked up and laughed, his expression turning gloomy as he scanned his surroundings.

"What kind of skill is hiding and skulking? If you have the guts, come out!"

"What are you yelling about? Shut your mouth!" A man in fine robes walked into the room, his face flushed with anger. "Don't you lot know that you can't cause trouble in the Soul Fighting Arena? All of you, come with me to see the supervisor!"

"You damn—get lost!" Dai Xieyue flew into a rage and kicked him away.

"Ah!" The man in fine clothing collapsed to the ground, staring at Dai Xieyue in disbelief. "You—you dare to cause trouble in the Soul Fighting Arena? Seize him for me!"

"Yes!"

Three Spirit Kings ignited their spirit rings, rubbing their palms together as they stepped into the room.

"Come out!" Dai Xieyue didn't pay the slightest attention to the three men behind him, raising his hand to unleash a wave of light.

The yellow spirit ring beneath his feet flickered violently, and streaks of black light struck every corner of the room.

After using his spirit ring, his spirit skills had changed accordingly; the original White Tiger Intense Light Wave had transformed into the White Tiger Evil Light Wave!

Although only one character had changed, it had gained a corrosive attribute.

"Dai Xieyue, don't you dare be arrogant!" Dai Shengyang stood in front of Zhu Zhuqing, firing a scorching wave of light from his hands that completely purified the black light waves.

His spirit skill had also changed into the White Tiger Holy Light Wave, which possessed a purification attribute.

Is this the power of the talismans? Yu Xiaogang watched the scene with excitement, his inner restlessness no longer containable.

If he could obtain this kind of power, perhaps he could fully awaken and no longer have to bear the title of a waste.

Tang San pondered seriously, looking around. He felt as though he were familiar with that power from just a moment ago; could it be that the person who had just saved them was someone he knew?

"Boom!"

A ball of light struck, and a figure emerged from the darkness.

Dai Xieyue was overjoyed at the sight, thinking, I've found you! However, the next second.

"Bang!"

"Cough—" Dai Xieyue was sent flying by a hammer, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

The entire process was as swift as lightning. No one present could see the attacker's identity; even the three Spirit Kings only saw a black shadow flash by before the troublemaker in front of them vanished.

"Dad?"

Tang San looked at the back of the figure, calling out the word unconsciously.

However, he quickly denied it himself. His father was just an ordinary blacksmith; how could he possibly be such a powerful Spirit Master?

At the entrance, the three men looked at each other, scratching their heads, not knowing what to do.

The man in fine clothing in the hallway stumbled to his feet, pointing at Flender and the others as he shouted angrily, "Seize them for me!"

"Yes!"

The three Spirit Kings approached Flender and his group threateningly, only to see...

"Hey, that looks like a Spirit Avatar, doesn't it?" one of them swallowed hard, speaking nervously.

"It, it seems so." The other two also stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward.

"Everyone, keep up. We're leaving."

Flender paid no mind to the three men, leading the Shrek group directly out the door, and the three didn't even dare to block them.

The man in fine clothing cursed incessantly from behind, but the people had already fled.

The Soul Fighting Arena's strength was unfathomable and not something Shrek could afford to provoke. If they stayed, something might go wrong; Flender's decision to leave before the experts arrived was truly a wise move.

On the other side, in a secret chamber of Spirit Hall.

Under the dim light, Dai Xieyue tremblingly stretched out his hand, half of the Tiger Talisman resting clearly in his palm.

Even if he were to be smashed to death by a hammer, he wouldn't dare forget Shendu's mission.

"Very good!"

Shendu was overjoyed. With the complete talisman, he could finally accept the reward of the godhood!

Let me see what rewards the godhood will give me!

He could hardly wait!