"This thing needs to be destroyed too."
Yang Jian withdrew his gaze and looked once more at the purple Soul Ring floating above the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.
Stealing the Eight Spider Lances was not enough. He could not let Tang San absorb the Soul Ring either.
With a flick of his right hand, the Three-Point Double-Edged Saber appeared in his grasp. He swung it, and the blade aura split the Soul Ring in two. Purple motes scattered into the air and vanished without a trace.
Tang San's eyes nearly split with rage.
His teacher had said that a Man Faced Demon Spider's Soul Ring suited him best.
Yet after finally managing to kill one and preparing to absorb it, it was gone just like that.
"Pfft!"
Overcome by fury, Tang San vomited mouthful after mouthful of blood, staining the front of his clothes red.
Quite pleased with his handiwork, Yang Jian clapped his hands.
He walked over to Tang San.
"You little punk, I know where Xiao Wu is. Do you want to know?"
Tang San suddenly raised his head, a glimmer of hope flashing through his eyes.
"Where is Xiao Wu? Tell me!"
Yang Jian chuckled.
"Don't worry. You'll definitely see her again someday. But I can't guarantee what she'll be like by then. Hahahaha."
With that, he turned and left.
Zhu Zhuqing followed behind him. She looked back at Tang San, complicated emotions flashing in her eyes.
Just a few days ago, they had still been teammates.
Now, things had developed into this.
"Stop! Stop right there!"
Tang San struggled to get up, but his injuries were too severe. The moment he propped himself up, he collapsed again.
He lay on the ground, watching Yang Jian's back fade into the distance and disappear into the depths