Soul Bones Again! Just How Rich Was Ye Hua?!

"Still!" Jiangzhu quickly waved her Healing Scepter.

Thanks to the Immortal Herb Jade Creek Evergreen Fruit and the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring, Jiangzhu's healing abilities are now vastly different from before.

It only took a few seconds to heal Meng Yiran's injuries, but the damage to her Spirit Bone could only heal slowly on its own.

"I'm fine!" Meng Yiran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth. "It's just a minor injury!"

However, the Eight Spider Lances could no longer be used, Meng Yiran had no choice but to put them away and switch back to the Serpent Cane Martial Soul.

On the other side of the field, Huo Wu was completely stunned.

She used the Ring Fusion, consuming 30% of her Soul Power; this move was powerful enough to rival Soul King!

Meng Yiran actually still has fighting ability?

"How is this possible..." Huo Wu muttered to herself.

No, I shouldn't have used [Fire Dance Sunburst], I should have used my Self-Created Soul Skill [Fire Dance Meteor]!

Fireballs rained down, and no matter how powerful the opponent was, some of them were bound to hit Ning Rongrong!

At this moment, Zhu Zhuqing's eyes turned completely cold.

"You've been injured, are you prepared to pay the price?"

The fourth Soul Ring lit up--

Netherworld Shadow Clone!

Zhu Zhuqing's figure split into two, then into four, then into eight!

Eight Zhu Zhuqing rushed towards Huo Wu from different directions!

So fast that it leaves only a blur!

Even more terrifying, a pale blue light suddenly emanated from her right leg!

"Spirit Bone! Zhu Zhuqing actually has Spirit Bone!"

"Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone! It's still Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

"My god! Just how rich is the Long Night Team? A ten-thousand-year fourth-ring soul bone isn't enough for them, they also need a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?"

"I might be surprised by others, but I'm not surprised at all by Ye Hua's Long Night Team!"

The audience erupted in cheers!

Tang San sat by the window watching the betting, the betting slip in his hand fluttering to the ground.

He worked so hard, but didn't even get a single piece of Thousand-Year Spirit Bone!

But do Ye Hua's women all possess Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone?

That's not fair!

Why do I work so hard, yet receive no reward?

They only need to be decorative objects, and they'll have a smooth life!

No... no...

"No--!!!"

Tang San's vision went black.

Seeing him howling in despair, Ye Hua felt a pang of pity.

He's so pitiful, I should help him!

Ye Hua silently extended his finger to draw a talisman.

The Fortune-Wrecking Curse: Vitality Version: Entwined with Misfortune!

Last time it was black smoke, this time it's an invisible dark cloud!

The dark clouds loomed over Tang San's head, as if to block out all the sunshine, and even started to drizzle!

"Sigh, transgender people all like fair and clean skin. I was Kindness to help him shade from the sun."

On the arena, Huo Wu looked at Zhu Zhuqing rushing in from all directions with a serious expression.

The clones didn't charge all at once, but in batches!

What bothered her even more was that this wasn't an illusion; it could launch real attacks, so she had to be on guard!

Her Soul Power was being consumed rapidly, and cold sweat broke out on Huo Wu's forehead.

Seeing that his sister was exhausted, Huo Wushuang no longer cared about being wary of Wang Qiu'er.

His sister fought desperately and finally managed to force back the Eight Spider Lances; how could he, as the older brother, back down!

"Go!" Huo Wushuang gritted his teeth and attacked.

Wang Qiu'er snorted coldly, "Hmph! Get lost!"

Huo Wushuang possesses the Martial Soul of One-Horned Fire Dragon, granting him exceptional head-on offensive capabilities, having defeated countless formidable enemies.

Its very Martial Soul can be its Martial Soul; would the Fire Dragon dare to oppose the Golden Dragon King?

The Golden Dragon Spear was drawn, thrusting and retracting in a flash, splattering blood everywhere!

Huo Wushuang's shoulder was pierced, and the overwhelming dragon's might made him dizzy, leaving him no time to dodge!

If Wang Qiu'er hadn't shown mercy, the Golden Dragon Spear would have pierced her neck or heart!

"Invincible Golden Body!"

"Teleportation!"

"Waist Bow!"

Xiao Wu attacked from both sides, activating her golden body and charging forward relentlessly, making any attack seem like a mere tickle!

No one expected that the Xiao Wu, which was confronting Huo Wu, would suddenly return to help, catching everyone off guard!

The Blazing Fire Team was decimated, with many members lying unconscious on the ground; only Huo Wu remained capable of fighting.

Seeing this, Huo Wu clenched her fists in resentment.

Zhu Zhuqing kept splitting herself into multiple forms, launching a relentless attack.

But she Fire Resistance Ring, which would deplete her Soul Power. What would she use to block it?

I surrender!

Huo Wu withdrew her Martial Soul.

The referee's flag was lowered.

"The victor is Long Night Team!"

The entire venue erupted in cheers!

They stared intently out the window, cheers ringing out!

Tang San breathed a sigh of relief and picked up the betting slip to cash out his money... Where's my betting slip?!

Holy crap! Where's my betting slip?!

Tang San panicked and looked down, only to find that the betting slip, which had slipped from his hand and should have been lying obediently on the ground, had vanished without a trace!

When he was released from prison, he received over Gold Soul Coin. The person who got him out said that his teacher had given them to him!

Although I'm happy that Teacher Gao successfully obtained support from the Spirit Hall,... he hasn't returned yet!

That Gold Soul Coin were all his capital during this period, used for living expenses, buying materials, and crafting Hidden Weapon!

After finally winning a bet, the betting slip is gone?!

Tang San gritted his teeth and looked at the shop assistant who was doing accounting in the window.

This is the guy; I just processed his betting paperwork!

Clinging to a slim chance, Tang San staggered forward.

"Um..." Tang San forced a smile that looked more like a grimace, "Brother, do you still remember me?"

"I just bet 1,000 Gold Soul Coin on the Long Night Team to win."

The waiter didn't even lift his eyelids. "There are so many people betting, how would I remember who's who?"

"It's me!" Tang San exclaimed anxiously, "Wearing a black robe, I was standing right here!"

After speaking, he didn't forget to take out a black robe and put it on.

The waiter finally raised his eyelids and looked Tang San up and down.

"Oh--it's you!"

"Yes, yes, it's me! I lost my betting slip, could you perhaps..."

"Aren't you the sixth granddaughter of my grandparents' third aunt's husband, fourth aunt's husband, and fifth aunt's wife?"

Tang San's smile froze on his face.

"No, no, I placed a bet with you!"

"Tch," the guy rolled his eyes, "Where's the betting slip?"

Tang San's forehead veins bulged. "I lost it by accident."

The waiter sneered, "Heh, if you can't even afford this, why should I exchange it for you?"

Tang San's fists clenched so tightly they cracked.

"Brother," Tang San pleaded, his tone laced with servility, "I don't want the winnings, I just want my principal!"

"One Gold Soul Coin, just check the records for me, just check..."

"No record," the clerk waved his hand. "No betting slip, no record. That's the rule."

"You!"

Tang San could no longer hold back.

Blue Silver Grass sprouted from his palm!

The slender vines, like snakes, coiled around the waiter!

"It's a staged accident! It's a robbery!" the waiter yelled at the top of his lungs.

As soon as he let out that shout, all eyes turned to him.

Tang San's face turned ashen. He wanted to retract his Martial Soul, but it was too late.

Heavy footsteps approached from all directions.

"Don't move!"

"Squat down! Put your hands behind your head!"

Imperial soldiers arrived, their spears and short blades aimed at Tang San.

Tang San froze, the Blue Silver Grass still wrapped around the shopkeeper's arm, caught red-handed.

"Sir! Sir!" The waiter pointed at Tang San, "It's him! He tried to scam me and then hit me!"

"I didn't!" Tang San roared, "I just wanted him to check my betting records!"

"You need Martial Soul to check records?" The leading officer didn't believe it. "Take him away!"

The soldiers grabbed Tang San's arms and dragged him away from the viewing window.

Finally, they didn't forget to fasten the handcuffs and shackles that sealed the Soul Power.

"Wait! Let me explain!"

"I really did bet a Gold Soul Coin!"

"I am a student of the Shrek Academy!"

"My teacher is the Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang!"

The officer stopped in his tracks and turned to look at him.

Tang San thought he had a chance, "The Platinum Bishop Salas of the Spirit Hall knows me too! You can just ask him!"

The officer paused for a moment, then waved his hand. "Add two more charges: impersonating an academy student and falsely accusing the Spirit Hall's bishop."

"Yes!"

Tang San's eyes widened, and just as he was about to curse, the officer ripped off his smelly sock and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Ugh--Ugh ugh ugh--"

Tang San's mouth was foaming at the corners of his mouth; he was almost knocked unconscious by the fumes!

He was dragged off the field, drawing stares from spectators along the way.

"Hey, isn't that the transvestite from the Shrek Team?"

"A ladyboy! He's gotten into trouble again?"

"Tsk tsk, a leopard can't change its spots!"

Upon hearing these words, Tang San's vision went black, and he fainted on the spot.

His Gold Soul Coin, his betting slips, his hope for a comeback...

Everything's gone!!!

On the other side of the field, Ye Hua also received his teammates.

But as soon as they met, Ye Hua sensed something was amiss.

"Zhu Qing, are you injured?"

"It's nothing." Zhu Zhuqing shook her head, but beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

Ye Hua reached out and placed his hand on her wrist, probing her with his Soul Power.

Mild fire toxicity is so subtle that it cannot be detected without careful examination!

"It's the residual fire poison caused by Huo Wu's Soul Skill." Ye Hua frowned and beckoned to Jiangzhu.

Jiangzhu summoned her Martial Soul, Healing Scepter glowed with a soft blue light, enveloping Zhu Zhuqing.

The cooling sensation seeps into the meridians, Sisi removing any remaining heat and toxins.

The lesion that Zhu Zhuqing felt hot and sweating from was removed.

Ye Hua nodded and was about to lead the team away when a fiery red figure chased after them from behind.

"Etc!"

Everyone turned their heads, and there stood Huo Wu!