Eight Spider Lances, Tang San Was Numb!

Tang San's gaze fell on Tang Yuan and Zhu Zhuqing beside him.

Tang Yuan held a wooden staff, his aura deep and steady.

Zhu Zhuqing stood behind Tang Chen. Her black clothes outlined her slender waist, while her long hair swayed gently in the forest breeze.

Her gaze remained fixed on Tang Chen, and she paid Tang San no attention.

Tang San looked back at Tang Chen.

"This Soul Beast is mine."

Tang Chen sat cross-legged beside the corpse, his expression unchanged.

"It is dead now."

A moment later.

A purple Soul Ring rose above the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.

The Soul Ring drifted slowly, radiating dense Soul Power.

Tang San's gaze turned urgent.

"You are going to absorb it?"

Tang Chen glanced at the Soul Ring.

"I do not care for it."

Tang San froze slightly.

Tang Chen did not linger any longer.

Though that Two-Thousand-Year Soul Ring was not bad, he had already reached level thirty.

A Soul Ring of that age held no appeal for him.

After another moment.

A mass of black light suddenly emerged above the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.

The black light gradually condensed.

Eight pitch-black lances extended from within it, their tips glinting with a cold sheen.

Eight Spider Lances.

External Soul Bone.

Tang San's pupils abruptly constricted.

His eyes locked tightly onto the mass of black light.

Tang Chen saw the Eight Spider Lances as well.

This was exactly what he had been waiting for.

Tang Chen raised a hand and beckoned.

The Eight Spider Lances turned into a streak of black light and flew toward him.

"Stop!"

Tang San immediately stepped forward.

"I found this Man Faced Demon Spider first."

"You killed it, making it impossible for me to absorb its Soul Ring."

"The Soul Bone should belong to me too!"

Tang Chen halted and turned to look at Tang San.

Tang San's chest rose and fell.

He had already lost Xiao Wu's trail.

Now that he had finally found a Soul Beast suitable for himself, it had been taken away.

Only the person who personally killed a Soul Beast could absorb its Soul Ring.

Tang Chen had killed the Man Faced Demon Spider, so he could no longer absorb this Soul Ring.

But that did not mean Tang San was willing to give up the Soul Bone.

Tang Chen raised his hand.

The Eight Spider Lances hovered above his palm.

Black bone segments unfolded one after another, and the eight spider lances gleamed with a dim luster.

Tang San stared at the Eight Spider Lances.

"Give it back to me."

Tang Chen looked at him.

"Why should I?"

"I found this Soul Beast first."

"But I killed it."

Tang Chen gripped the Eight Spider Lances.

Tang San's expression darkened.

The two Soul Rings beneath his feet lit up at the same time.

Blue Silver Grass surged wildly from the ground, sweeping toward Tang Chen.

"Hand over the Soul Bone!"

Zhu Zhuqing moved, appearing at Tang Chen's side in an instant.

Tang Yuan raised his wooden staff, and powerful Soul Power spread through the forest.

Yet Tang Chen lifted a hand, stopping them both.

He watched the approaching Blue Silver Grass as the Destruction Scepter appeared in his right hand once more.

"You want the Eight Spider Lances."

"Then come take them yourself."

Tang San's Blue Silver Grass instantly rushed before him.

The black Soul Ring beneath Tang Chen's feet slowly revolved.

The purple crystal atop the Destruction Scepter once again lit up with a blinding radiance.

Blue Silver Grass covered the ground.

Blades of grass wrapped in Soul Power curled toward Tang Chen's legs and waist.

Tang Chen did not dodge.

The Destruction Scepter fell lightly.

Purple-black light spread outward from his body.

The instant every blade of Blue Silver Grass touched the power of destruction, it turned into black fragments.

Tang San groaned and staggered back two steps.

With his Martial Soul destroyed, his face turned even paler.

Tang Chen raised his hand and grasped the Eight Spider Lances hovering before him.

"Whoever kills a Soul Beast gets its Soul Ring and Soul Bone."

"You cannot possibly be unaware of that rule."

Tang San stared at the External Soul Bone.

"There is an order to everything."

"I found this Man Faced Demon Spider first, and I was the one who severely wounded it."

"If you had not intervened, I would have been the one to kill it in the end."

Tang Chen looked at Tang San.

"So?"

"It died by my hand in the end."

"You are unhappy about that?"

Tang San's chest heaved violently.

"You only acted at the very last moment and stole what should have been mine."

"What kind of ability is that?"

Tang Chen's Soul Power continued to rise.

Two Soul Rings slowly revolved beneath his feet.

The first Soul Ring was deep purple.

The second Soul Ring was pitch-black.

Purple-black destructive power filled the surrounding space, completely suppressing the Soul Power Tang San had released.

"This is Douluo Continent."

"It is not a place where whoever arrives first gets the prize."

"Strength rules all."

Tang Chen raised the Eight Spider Lances.

The eight black bone spikes slowly drew together in his palm.

"Since I have taken a liking to it, it is mine."

Tang San could no longer endure it.

His right hand quickly reached to his waist.

A rectangular mechanism appeared in his palm.

Godly Zhuge Crossbow!

Tang San raised both arms, aiming the mechanism at Tang Chen's chest.

There was no warning.

Nor did he show mercy.

Click!

The mechanism suddenly sprang open.

Sixteen refined iron bolts shot out at once.

A dark blue gleam shimmered over the bolts, each one carrying enough force to pierce through a Soul Elder's body.

They were only a few meters apart.

At such a distance, an ordinary Soul Master had no chance of dodging.

Zhu Zhuqing's expression changed.

She immediately rushed toward Tang Chen.

"Tang Chen, watch out!"

Tang Yuan remained where he stood.

The old man watched the incoming bolts without the slightest change in expression.

Those hidden weapons did possess considerable killing power.

But they were still far from enough to hurt Tang Chen.

Tang Chen did not even move his feet.

He raised his right hand.

The first Soul Ring beneath his feet lit up.

Atop the Destruction Scepter, the deep-purple crystal released an intense radiance.

A mass of purple-black power compressed to the extreme appeared before his palm.

"First Soul Skill."

"Destruction Judgment."

Purple-black light shot forward.

The instant the sixteen refined iron bolts entered the range covered by the destructive power, their tips began to disintegrate.

Then came their shafts.

In the end, even the poison coating the bolts was annihilated along with them.

In the blink of an eye.

All sixteen bolts vanished.

Not a single one could approach Tang Chen's body.

Destruction Judgment continued forward.

Tang San hurriedly rolled to the side.

The purple-black light brushed past his shoulder and struck an ancient tree behind him.

The thick trunk did not break.

Instead, the entire ancient tree began to collapse from the middle, turning into black powder scattered across the ground in an instant.

Tang San knelt on one knee.

He lowered his head to look at the Godly Zhuge Crossbow in his hand, his eyes filled with shock.

"How is that possible?"

"At such close range, even a Soul Ancestor might not be able to stop the Godly Zhuge Crossbow."

"He actually erased every bolt with just one Soul Skill?"

Tang San raised his head again.

Tang Chen was about the same age as him.

Yet the power they displayed was not on the same level at all.

Blue Silver Grass could not break through the power of destruction.

The Godly Zhuge Crossbow could not harm him either.

Even the hidden weapons Tang San had been so proud of had become useless before Tang Chen.

Tang Chen ignored Tang San's shock.

He turned and walked over to the Man Faced Demon Spider's corpse.

The Eight Spider Lances had already fully formed.

The eight bone spikes connected to one another, with a faint purple sheen flowing between the pitch-black joints.

Tang Chen reached out and grabbed the Soul Bone.

Once his Soul Power entered it, the Eight Spider Lances rapidly contracted, transforming into a piece of black bone that landed in his palm.