Sitting behind Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong watched the seven members of the Shrek Team make utter fools of themselves. Along with their amusement came a wave of relief that they had not agreed to Yu Xiaogang and Flender's request to enter this Soul Master Tournament.
Otherwise, they would have disgraced themselves all the way to their grandmothers' doorsteps.
Meanwhile, the Transmigrators in the arena took it all in.
The corners of Xuan Jian's mouth lifted slightly.
Xuan Gu also revealed a gloating smile.
Watching the seven sink into the illusion, unable to free themselves as one explosive revelation followed another, even Xuan Gu, with all his years of experience, could not help being amused.
He suddenly realized that this young fellow named Zhang Qing was a real talent.
He had actually managed to dream up a way of tormenting people like this.
But after today...
The boy would probably die without even a place to be buried.
Even if he, Master Xuan Gu, did nothing, and none of the other Transmigrators acted either, Tang San's father, Tang Hao, would certainly never spare the boy.
At that thought, he glanced from the corner of his eye toward a dark corner of the Soul Fighting Arena. There, Tang Hao stared at the stage, his gaze as dark and brooding as stagnant water.
His face was livid, his fists clenched tight.
He was practically grinding his teeth to pieces.
He had never imagined that Tang Weiwei's affairs with multiple men, along with the fact that he and Tang San had been using Yu Xiaogang, would be exposed at a time like this.
And right in front of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and a gathering of Heaven Dou Empire nobles.
Laid bare for them all to