Boring

The eight poisonous lances turned into debris scattered across the ground.

On the arena stage, the screams gradually weakened, leaving only ragged breathing and cries of pain.

The match had ended far too quickly.

From the referee's announcement of the start to Tang San losing all his trump cards and having his External Soul Bone snapped, only a few short minutes had passed.

The once-deafening Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena was now completely silent.

The dead silence lasted for the time it took to drink half a cup of tea.

"What exactly happened just now?"

"I couldn't see clearly. That Holy Son from Spirit Hall seemed to have shattered all their killing moves without even releasing his martial soul."

"Those poisonous needles were everywhere. An ordinary Soul Emperor would have been riddled with holes, so how did they fail to even graze a corner of his clothes?"

"Shrek is finished. All their main fighters are down. Not one of them can even stand."

In the VIP seats.

Xue Qinghe's eyes were wide as he stared fixedly at the center of the arena.

"Sect Master Ning..."

"Did you see what happened just now?"

"In only a few breaths, how did things end up like this?"

The veins on the back of Ning Fengzhi's hand bulged one after another.

Deep wariness and resentment flashed through his eyes.

"Your Majesty."

"It was purely physical strength, along with that strange platinum sword energy."

"He caught lethal hidden weapons barehanded and snapped a mutated Soul Bone containing deadly poison with his bare hands..."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, struggling to calm the raging turmoil in his heart.

"It is fortunate that this child is not an enemy of Heaven Dou."

Salas sat on the other side, his grin nearly reaching his ears, his face