Eight Spider Spirit Bone Acquired

Hearing Chen Ling's words, Tang San suddenly raised his head. His eyes were filled with undisguised hatred as he stared fixedly at the Eight Spider Spirit Bone in Chen Ling's hand, disbelief written all over his face.

Tang San truly could not understand it. In that situation just now, his Dragon Beard Needle had already launched a silent sneak attack. It was fast and extremely well-concealed; by all rights, no one should have been able to stop it. Yet Chen Ling had caught it steadily.

That alone had already overturned his understanding. Even more absurdly, Chen Ling had severed his Eight Spider Spirit Bone in an instant.

Now, Tang San could only watch helplessly as Chen Ling took it away, not daring to utter a single word.

What he did not know was that from the very instant the battle began, Chen Ling had been watching his every little move.

Chen Ling had long figured out Tang San's habit of playing dirty tricks in the shadows. Even if he had been hit, it would not have mattered.

The complete set of Spirit Bones on his body was not for show; he simply rarely used it.

He could actually summon a form similar to divine armor. This Spirit Bone set, like an angel set, was a complete matching set.

Chen Ling lowered his head and glanced at Tang San, who was painfully writhing on the ground. He looked as miserable as a struggling maggot. A faint, mocking smile curved his lips as he lazily teased, "Tell me, how should I deal with you?"

He lightly toyed with the Eight Spider Spirit Bone in his palm. Its texture was cold, hard, and distinctly unusual.

"You said it yourself just now. You'd let me deal with you as I pleased."

Chen Ling became somewhat interested. He wanted to hear what Tang San, now cornered with no way out, could still say.

This was hidden content. Tang San had never lost in the original story.

At his words, Tang San instantly fell silent and said nothing.

Just as Chen Ling had expected, Tang San had never considered how he would handle such a situation. He had only blindly believed that he could not lose.

Tang San had underestimated the strength of a Titled Douluo. Even without using Soul Power or soul skills, and even if they were not beast martial soul masters, their physical bodies were not something low-level soul masters could withstand.

Seeing him play dead in silence, Chen Ling gave a disdainful snort and could not be bothered to waste any more time with him.

He stepped forward, precisely gripped Tang San's head, and effortlessly lifted him off the ground as though carrying a tattered sack.

"Don't think you can muddle through this by keeping silent."

Before his words had even faded, a third vertical eye suddenly opened between Chen Ling's brows. The next instant, a shriek as miserable as a pig being slaughtered erupted from Tang San's mouth and rang throughout the entire area.

Nether Mirror Insight Eyes' second soul skill, All-Analysis Insight.

It forcibly read the target's memories and obtained the information he wanted from them.

The essence of this skill was forcibly leafing through the target's memories. Put simply, it was a high-level soul-searching technique, only its method was gentler. It was not as sinister and strange as ordinary soul-searching, nor would it inflict irreversible, severe damage on the person being searched.

Tang San's current reaction clearly showed that he had realized his memories were being examined, which was why he was screaming like a slaughtered pig.

Chen Ling's goal was very clear: the medicinal section of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record in Tang San's mind.

Otherwise, he truly could not identify all those Immortal Herbs. As for the rest of the Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record, he took it all while he was at it.

Seeing this scene, no one present dared to interfere.

What a joke. This was a Titled Douluo. Besides, Tang San had been the one to ambush and cheat from the beginning; he was in the wrong first. Who would dare risk offending a Titled Douluo to step forward and plead for him?

Except for one Gangzi on the ground, stubbornly struggling alone.

At that moment, his body was hunched over, and he seemed to have aged more than ten years. His voice was hoarse and dry, as if he might die at any moment. He hurriedly shouted at Flender, "Flender, quickly! Take that token out of my Soul Tool!"

Liu Erlong stood to the side, her thoughts tangled and conflicted.

By all logic, she should have been angry. Yet what surged within her heart was only endless disappointment.

Xiaogang had not been like this before.

She had seen everything just now: the madness in Yu Xiaogang's eyes, his ambush, and the shameless actions of his disciple. Liu Erlong had seen it all.

Just as she was trying to comfort herself and find reasons to persuade herself to forgive him, a sharp sound of something cutting through the air suddenly rang out.

Flender moved quickly and had already taken an ancient token from Yu Xiaogang's Soul Tool.

Several martial soul patterns could vaguely still be seen on it.

The Papal Token.

Liu Erlong's gaze suddenly froze. All light vanished from her eyes in an instant, while countless thoughts churned within her heart.

She stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang, whose aura had weakened and whose appearance was utterly miserable, and immediately understood.

So after all these years, he had never truly let go of that woman.

Everything made sense now.

Liu Erlong silently sighed in her heart, but a strange doubt arose again a moment later.

Bibi Dong could actually stomach him?

After all, no one knew Tang Hao's whereabouts. Moreover, because Spirit Hall had sealed off information back then, only a very small number of people knew the truth of that battle.

Liu Erlong's assumptions led her to naturally conclude that this Papal Token was a token of affection Bibi Dong had given Yu Xiaogang.

On the other side, Flender helped the swaying Yu Xiaogang to his feet. Enduring the agony throughout his body, Yu Xiaogang forced himself into a dignified pose and shouted sternly despite his inner weakness, "Chen Ling, I am an honorary elder of Spirit Hall. Release my disciple immediately!"

Tang San was now his only hope. As long as Tang San could become strong, he could naturally find a way to restore his cultivation.

Clinging to this obsession, he ignored the pain throughout his body and forced himself to speak in intimidation.

With a casual flick, Chen Ling threw Tang San, who looked like a dead dog, far away.

It was not that he truly feared the Papal Token or was willing to give Yu Xiaogang face. It was simply because the soul-search had already ended, and Tang San was no longer of any use to him.

Just as Yu Xiaogang secretly rejoiced, believing that he had successfully intimidated this Titled Douluo by producing the Papal Token, the light and shadows before him flashed, and a fierce wind surged up.

Chen Ling had already Teleported to a spot not far in front of the three members of the Golden Iron Triangle.

A vast, mountain-like pressure swept over them. The three were instantly forced back again and again by the terrifying aura, their faces pale as paper and their hearts filled with panic.

Chen Ling glanced at the silent Liu Erlong and was somewhat surprised.

So this mother tyrannosaur had such a good temper?

But when Chen Ling's gaze returned to Gangzi, he felt somewhat relieved.

Liu Erlong could not really be blamed. To put it bluntly, the reason Douluo Continent produced so many love-struck fools was naturally because of all kinds of melodramatic love triangles and the so-called white moonlight effect.

Bibi Dong and Liu Erlong's relationship with Yu Xiaogang was a classic example. The two of them were simply still thinking about the spirited Gangzi from back then, which was why they could not let him go.

Of course, the Martial Soul Fusion Skill and the Rakshasa God's divine intent within Bibi Dong had also influenced matters.

The Gangzi of the original story had more or less possessed some seductive-demon qualities. But now...

Code was code, yet once a white moonlight lost its halo and revealed its ugly true face, years of obsession and longing would instantly collapse.

Presumably, Liu Erlong had already been utterly disillusioned inside.

At that thought, a somewhat malicious smile curled Chen Ling's lips. He intended to use the opportunity to probe for information and lure Yu Xiaogang into digging his own grave.

"The Papal Token? I didn't expect you to still be in contact with the current Pope." Chen Ling feigned surprise, his tone carrying a hint of amusement.

Seeing the shift in Chen Ling's tone, Yu Xiaogang assumed the intimidation had worked and immediately gained a little more confidence.

He had originally intended to invoke Tang Hao's name, but seeing this, he simply followed the topic and pressed the advantage.

"Since you know that, you should know better than to act rashly. I have a close relationship with the current Pope. I advise you to let us leave immediately, or Bibi Dong will never forgive you!"

The instant those words fell, the last trace of light in Liu Erlong's eyes went out completely. Her entire gaze turned dim and lifeless, devoid of even the slightest spark.