Chang Gong Miao's arms hung straight down. Both had already suffered fractures, and he was temporarily unable to gather Soul Power again, let alone fight. He could only rely on the Eight Spider Lances to support his body.
Tang San did not answer. Instead, he glanced at the Eight Spider Lances on Chang Gong Miao's back, surprise and excitement flashing through his eyes. "Your back?"
Chang Gong Miao gave an "oh," seemingly afraid Tang San would misunderstand, and hurriedly explained, "I got this when I killed a Man Faced Demon Spider that attacked me while obtaining my third Soul Ring. My father told me to keep it secret, so I never told anyone."
"Your father did the right thing. Otherwise, it probably would have been stolen long ago, just like mine was last time." Tang San did not probe whether Chang Gong Miao's words were true, and a mysterious smile appeared on his face.
Judging from the age of these Eight Spider Lances, they were not his original ones. But none of that mattered, so long as they had not fully fused with Chang Gong Miao's body.
At the same time, the six Soul Masters of the Tang-Elimination Squad aside from Tian Yue had already surrounded them. They happened to overhear the conversation.
"Tell me, are you two brain-dead, or do you just not take us seriously? You still have the mood to chat during a fight?"
A crisp, pleasant voice rang out beside them. At some point, Tian Yue had slipped behind Chang Gong Miao, wearing an innocent smile.
"I'll be taking this External Soul Bone."
"Chang Gong Miao, watch out!"
"Little Miao!"
Chang Gong Miao's pupils contracted almost instantly, and his hairs stood on end. Amid Tang San's and Yu Xiaogang's cries from outside the Spirit Battle arena,