Tang San howled in agony. Deep in the forest, Dragon Duke, Snake Granny, and Meng Yiran, who were preparing to head home, could hear his screams from afar.
After Bibi Dong seized Tang San's Soul Bone, she casually threw him onto the ground and vanished into the forest with it.
Tang San lay unconscious on the ground, the flesh on his back mangled and bloody. He only had enough strength left to twitch.
Only after Bibi Dong left did Zhao Wuji limp over. Looking at Tang San with heartache, he nudged Dai Mubai with his elbow. "What are you standing around for? Hurry up and bandage Xiao San."
"Right, right, right." Dai Mubai finally came back to his senses.
The two crouched down and gave Tang San's wounds some rudimentary treatment. Then Zhao Wuji hoisted Tang San onto his back and hurried toward the nearest city.
Dai Mubai followed close behind. The miserable sight of Tang San on Zhao Wuji's back reignited the ambition that had once been extinguished in Dai Mubai's heart.
That was right. The same Man Faced Demon Spider had allowed Tang San to obtain the Eight-Spider Lance, yet in this lifetime, Bibi Dong somehow knew of Tang San's opportunity and forcibly stole it. With even the Eight-Spider Lance gone, could Tang San still be considered a Child of Destiny?
Perhaps the Asura God had already abandoned Tang San.
At that thought, Dai Mubai's heart began to race with excitement...
In his previous life, to Dai Mubai, life in the God Realm had been far less carefree than life on the Douluo Continent.
Tang San was the sort of person who kept himself pure and demanded the same purity from his companions. Ma Hongjun remained a widower for Bai Chenxiang. Ning Rongrong would not let Oscar touch