Tang San had no way to leverage himself in midair, and Chang Gong Miao was hardly kind enough to save him.
"Ah, go die!"
His wife had been injured by someone, her fate unknown. Having finally acted like a real man for once, he was utterly enraged. With a beat of his wings, he roared and dived toward Feng Xiaotian.
The two became locked in combat.
But this left Tang San in even worse shape.
With no other choice, he summoned the Clear Sky Hammer and raised both arms, forcibly altering the Blue Silver Overlord Spear's trajectory. The spear collided with the Clear Sky Hammer, sending sparks flying everywhere.
Tang San had ultimately underestimated Feng Xiaotian's strength and still failed to redirect it completely. The Blue Silver Overlord Spear flew past his forehead. Yu Xiaogang and Flender hurriedly rose from below and shouted, "Little Third!"
The next second, something happened that left every spectator laughing and crying at once. The Blue Silver Overlord Spear that had flown past Tang San's forehead did not kill him, nor did it even scratch his skin. It merely sliced through his headwrap and passed through the groove in his forehead, giving him a train-tunnel haircut.
Tang San slowly landed while holding the Clear Sky Hammer. The entire venue fell silent, the surrounding area dead quiet.
No one had expected such an absurd scene to unfold.
Tang San, meanwhile, felt his scalp tingle beneath the gaze of tens of thousands of people. He was ashamed, furious, and enraged all at once. Covering his head felt wrong, but not covering it felt wrong too.
The enormous arena sank into a deathly silence.
Boom.
Only when Feng Xiaotian smashed the Flying White-Green Tiger apart, sending Dai Mubai and Chang Gong Miao flying off the arena in a