Over on the Tang Sect's side, Xu Sanshi also leaped onto the arena. Seeing Zhao Dongsu come up from East Cang Academy, he did not wait for the referee to speak before teasing him with a grin. "So it's you! East Cang Academy has so many beauties, and they sent you up instead? Brother, I'm Xu Sanshi. We lost to your East Cang last time, but I won't be holding back this time!"
"You'll lose this time too!" Zhao Dongsu replied with a smile. It had to be said that, with his long black hair, Zhao Dongsu was handsome and dashing, standing as gracefully as a jade tree in the wind. He was no less good-looking than Xu Sanshi.
"Then come on!" Xu Sanshi said, settling into his stance.
"Why don't you just take over as referee?" The referee gave Xu Sanshi an icy look. "Both contestants, step back."
The two retreated to the edges of the arena. Zhao Dongsu's gaze grew serious, and a fierce fighting spirit began to build within him.
The referee's raised right hand dropped sharply. Almost simultaneously, Zhao Dongsu shot forward. A pitch-black spear, twelve feet long, appeared in his hand, with four soul rings-two yellow and two purple-circling its shaft.
Xu Sanshi also released his martial soul. The Xuanming Turtle Shell Shield appeared in his hand, and some of the flippancy faded from his eyes.
Bei Bei had already told him of the Soul Breaking Spear's fearsome reputation. It was an extraordinarily powerful martial soul, the inherited martial soul of what had once been the Tang Sect's strongest Medicine Hall. If anyone still understood this martial soul best, it was the Tang Sect.
Yet Bei Bei's eyes remained full of pride. No matter what, his opponent was merely a Soul Ancestor, while he was