"Zhao Wuji pays his respects to the Dragon Duke!"
Dragon Duke Meng Shu gave him a sidelong look and snorted coldly, his aged face full of displeasure, his tone openly accusatory:
"Zhao Wuji? The Immovable Wisdom King? What, stealing a Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent from my granddaughter earlier wasn't enough? You want a hand in this Man Faced Demon Spider too?"
Hearing the displeasure in the Dragon Duke's voice, Zhao Wuji hurriedly rose and cupped his hands again, adopting a humbler posture:
"You must be joking, Dragon Duke. This Man Faced Demon Spider suddenly burst out of the forest and ambushed us. We only fought back to defend ourselves, not to compete for it."
"I know this Man Faced Demon Spider is the one you have been tracking, Elder Dragon Duke. Naturally, I wouldn't dare act rashly."
"Now that you're here, this Soul Beast naturally belongs to you. I have no objections whatsoever."
Hearing Zhao Wuji's words, Dragon Duke Meng Shu's expression eased slightly, and he snorted coldly:
"At least you know what's good for you. If you dare covet my granddaughter's Soul Beast again, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
With that, he turned and led Meng Yiran and Chao Tianxiang toward the grievously wounded Man Faced Demon Spider nearby, preparing to take this Soul Beast's Soul Ring.
Just then, a somewhat unsteady figure emerged from the forest-it was Tang San, who had left earlier.
He clutched his chest with one hand, his face pale and cold sweat beading on his forehead, clearly in considerable distress.
Three minutes earlier-
As Tang San turned to leave, a sharp, stabbing pain suddenly shot through his chest, as though something intimately connected to him was being forcibly torn away.
At first, he paid it little mind, taking it for an aftereffect of