"This is an utter disaster! They were actually scared witless by the opponent's spirit ring configuration!"
"Xiao Gang, don't get angry yet. The children have never seen a situation like this, so it's understandable. I'll give them a good talking-to after we get down."
Liu Erlong comforted him while patting his back and helping him calm down.
On the arena, Tang San poked his head out of the tortoise shell and found Zhu Zhuqing staring coldly at him.
The God King felt bitter. It wasn't that he didn't want to use his other Soul Skills; those skills were simply useless in a real fight.
Blue Silver Grass's fourth spirit skill had inherited the color-changing ability of a century-old chameleon. He really couldn't think of any practical combat use for it.
I can't exactly pull out the Clear Sky Hammer and fight them head-on, can I? The Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall is sitting in the spectator stands!
"Are you going down yourself, or should I send you down?"
Just as Tang San fell into deep thought, Zhu Zhuqing's icy voice rang beside his ear.
Tang San froze slightly. Then endless fury welled up inside him. He found the other party's complete disregard for him impossible to accept.
"Nian Bing, he's really no good. You—yue!"
Long Nianbing nodded slightly, and the Aotian Blade quietly appeared in his hand.
"Who's going to save you!"
He was blasted onto the arena with a single strike and passed out.
Just as you predicted, the Blue Silver Turtle Shield was quickly dealt with. Ning Rongrong extended her claws and lunged at Wang Wan.
Apart from those unconscious unlucky bastards, the spectators farther away began protesting one after another.
The host had covered his nose and vomited for several minutes in the sky. When he