"The eighth Soul Skill..."
Tang San murmured for a moment, then his pupils abruptly contracted. "You really are the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda?!!"
"Impossible!"
His expression filled with horror.
He had assumed this girl was merely hung up on what people called her, clinging desperately to her pride. After all, from what he had observed over the past ten thousand years, the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Sect had tried countless times to find immortal herbs, yet had never found a lead. The poisonous mist around Sunset Forest had kept them out as well.
But now...
Counting the levels of her pagoda, there really were nine!
Wait!
He slapped his thigh in fury! No wonder his original self had been puzzled last time about the disappearance of Sunset Forest's poisonous mist, and even the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well. He had paid it no mind then, but thinking it over now, could the Sun Moon Empire-that little bastard Xu Cheng-have taken it all?!
Then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's loyalty to the Sun Moon Empire, their absolute devotion, was all because of his immortal herbs?!!
Well played, Xu Cheng! You fucking generous bastard-with someone else's wealth! Using this God King's possessions to buy favors for yourself!
Tang San's face darkened with anger.
Boom!
But he had no time to think. Wang Dong'er had already charged back at him, fully restored. The sharp Signal Axe in her hands carved ripples through the air, every move carrying a fierce killing intent.
Their battle, approaching the level of Super Douluos, made the entire Battle Platform tremble.
The shock waves spread, and even Jing Hongchen personally appeared above the Competition Arena, taking over from the referee to maintain the energy barrier, afraid the aftershocks would break through and strike the hundreds