Tang San's Scheme Succeeds, Bibi Dong's Mentality Explodes!

Xie Yue's taunts made Tang San feel angry.

Yet he did not lose his reason, and still acted according to plan.

To achieve victory in this showdown and get those four spirit bones as the championship reward, even cursing his ancestors down eighteen generations mattered not.

Tang San bit his teeth tightly, his figure shuttling back and forth amidst the red mist like a swimming fish.

That white disk assaulted once more with a piercing sound of tearing through the air.

Tang San side-stepped in a hasty dodge, the sharp blade grazing past his Eight Spider Lances as a wave of scorching cutting force spread through his entire body via the external spirit bone.

A chill ran through his heart.

Under the state of the martial soul fusion, Xie Yue's offensive power was even more ferocious than he had imagined.

If he was struck head-on, even with the protection of the Eight Spider Lances, he feared he would suffer a heavy loss.

Tang San dared not be careless, fully deploying Ghost Shadow Perplexing Track to drag several afterimages in the red mist and evade the subsequent pursuing attacks.

At the side of the arena, Bibi Dong and the crowd of cardinals locked their gazes within the red mist.

With their spiritual power, that red mist naturally could not block their perception.

Bibi Dong's pupils slightly narrowed.

A look of solemnity gradually emerged on that poised and luxurious face.

She saw clearly that Tang San could move freely within that Demon Charm red mist.

That eerie footwork and keen perceptive power made Xie Yue's moon blade disk unable to lock onto him all along.

And what shocked her even more was that Tang San was not blindly dodging.

Every single one of his movements carried an extremely strong sense of purpose.