Watching the group descend into chaos, Tang San did not act immediately.
As the saying went, the mantis stalked the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind it.
And he intended to be the hunter who shot the bird.
Who could guarantee there was no one else in the group thinking along the same lines? To get the soul bone, he had to hold back until the very end, waiting until everyone had fought themselves to exhaustion before stepping out to reap the fruits of victory.
Besides, the group contained quite a few Soul Elders, and even a burly Soul Ancestor leading them.
He was not Qin Jiuxiao. He did not possess such absurd strength.
If he wanted to eliminate the others, he had to use his wits, not brute force.
By now, the group had erupted into a boiling pot of arguments.
The dozen or so Soul Masters had split into several small circles, whispering among themselves, their eyes filled with wariness and hostility.
Some had revealed their martial souls and weapons, ready to strike at any moment.
Tension hung in the air, like a taut string that might snap at any moment.
Seeing the situation about to spiral out of control, Huang Yun gritted his teeth and shouted, "Everyone, please hear me out!"
His voice was loud enough to drown out the noisy discussion.
The crowd quieted a little, everyone turning to look at him.
Huang Yun took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down before speaking. "There are more than a dozen of us here, but only one soul bone. Only one person can possibly get it."
"In other words, more than ten of you will get nothing. If you all join the fight, that's one thing if you get it, but if you don't, you'll face