Xiao Wu, the Trash Soul Ring Recycler

Tang San exhausted all his Soul Power, driving his Blue Silver Grass to block every attack.

Everyone watching Tang San on the Sky Screen could not help admiring him.

[Dugu Bo: What a Little Monster. This old man admits defeat.]

[Tang Hao: Does Spirit Hall have no shame? Sending so many people to gang up on a level-fifty Soul King?]

[Tang Chen: @Qian Daoliu, say something! Speak up, you birdman!]

Inside Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu watched the Sky Screen with a dark expression. He had lived his life with an open heart and clean hands. When had he ever done anything so rotten?

Ganging up on someone was bad enough, but they had still failed to beat him?

"Investigate those Soul Saints for me. Did they drug their way up the ranks? What kind of fighting strength is that?"

They had sent so many people against one level-fifty Soul King, lost one of their own, and now the Sky Screen had exposed the whole thing.

So their "iconic scene" was just Spirit Hall piling onto a level-fifty Soul King?

In the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong's face had darkened too. She had already suffered enough frustration in the dueling arena: Di Tian had beaten her down, and in the end, she had not even gotten a chance to challenge him.

Now she looked at the Sky Screen and saw that all those people could not take down a single level-fifty Soul King. Every last one of them was a useless freeloader.

[Xingqiu: He held off so many enemies to cover his companions' retreat... That courage truly deserves to be called an iconic scene.]

[Chongyun: But that Soul Bone... Didn't it hurt to wrench it off like that?]

[Furina: Oh? Maiming himself to protect his beloved... How tragic, how moving! It's practically