"Eight Spider Lances…"
The moment the words left his mouth—
A crushing pressure descended. The air thickened, and everyone present felt their souls tremble.
A cloaked figure appeared soundlessly, standing atop a broken tree branch.
Her presence was terrifyingly quiet.
Her lips moved slightly, like a whisper.
"It seems this is the blessing the Angel Goddess had once granted me an external soul bone so much compatible with my martial soul…and now, I must retrieve it."
The figure raised a pale hand and slowly removed her cloak.
Black robes slid down like flowing shadows. The moment Tang San saw her face—
His pupils shrank to pinpoints.
Every trace of joy vanished, replaced by instinctive fear carved deep into his soul.
"Bibi Dong."
The name escaped his lips unconsciously. The others froze.
Zhao Wuji stiffened. Dai Mubai, Oscar, and Ning Rongrong looked between Tang San and the woman, confusion and unease written all over their faces.
Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, violet eyes gleaming with amusement. She had been following Tang san and Tang Hao from a distance. After Tang Hao went away she was even able to observe Tang San's fighting with the man faced spider silently.
"Oh?" she said lightly."Judging from that expression… it seems you know me quite well."
Tang San's mouth opened—
But he never got the chance to speak. Bibi Dong vanished.
In the next instant—
Boom!
Tang San was smashed straight into the ground.
His body was driven deep into the soil, bones creaking violently as blood sprayed from his mouth.
"Tang San!" the others surged forward instinctively—
Then—
A more terrifying aura erupted, making them realize the person standing before them was a Titled Douluo.
The sheer pressure slammed into them like a mountain. Their knees bent involuntarily.
Ma Hongjun felt his soul freeze. Oscar couldn't even breathe. Ning Rongrong's face turned pale as paper.
Zhao Wuji clenched his teeth, veins bulging across his forehead.
Bibi Dong raised her hand toward Tang San's back. The Eight Spider Lances trembled violently, resisting instinctively.
Just as she was about to tear them free—
A muffled, blood-filled voice rose from the pit.
"Master… Yu Xiaogang… would hate you… if you do this…"
Bibi Dong paused.
Her brows lifted slightly.
"Oh?" she replied coolly."And why would that be?"
Inside, however, a flicker of alarm surfaced.
'Xiaogang? Does this boy have a connection to him?'
Unlike the past, Bibi Dong was no longer obsessed with Yu Xiaogang. She knew nothing of his current life—nor that he had taken in a disciple.
Tang San clutched desperately at the dirt, as if grasping a lifeline.
"I—I am Yu Xiaogang's disciple!"
Silence followed.
Bibi Dong stared at him. Then she chuckled softly.
"So… Xiaogang really did take in a talented soul master."
Her gaze swept over Tang San briefly, assessing him.
'Level 30 at this age…But nothing extraordinary.'
Her worldview had already been reshaped by Julia's existence. Well if she knew about her own daughter's level she might really be scared instead of feeling proud.
Compared to that… this boy was merely acceptable.
Bibi Dong straightened and spoke calmly to everyone present, her voice cold.
"An external soul bone is an extremely precious thing."
"Don't you think that only the worthy should possess it?"
Her eyes flicked toward the corpse of the Man-Faced Demon Spider.
"Just like how the soul beast you killed was an evil soul beast."
Under the pressure of a Titled Douluo, even breathing felt like a crime. This was the fully unleashed pressure of a Level 98 Titled Douluo
Then—
Tang San spoke again.
" Master Yu Xiaogang…."
The faint smile on Bibi Dong's lips vanished.
Her expression turned icy.
In the next instant—
She ripped the Eight Spider Lances from Tang San's back.
"AAAAARRRGH—!!!"
"AAAAAA—!!"
His scream was hoarse, distorted, almost unrecognizable.
Blood exploded outward as skin split violently along his back. White-hot agony surged through his nervous system, drowning every thought.
The spider lances were connected directly to Tang San's vertebrae.
As they were torn away—
Flesh split open. Blood sprayed violently.
The sensation was as if his spine itself was being pulled out inch by inch.
Every nerve screamed. Pain beyond imagination consumed him.
His scream echoed, hoarse and broken, until his voice finally failed him.
His muscles spasmed uncontrollably. His fingers clawed into the dirt, nails breaking, hands trembling violently as he tried—desperately—to remain conscious.
As his consciousness slipped away— Through blurred vision—
Tang San saw Bibi Dong turning her back, the Eight Spider Lances floating beside her like dark wings, before fainting.
She walked away without a single glance back.
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Hanhai City
The morning sea breeze swept across Hanhai City, carrying with it the mixed scents of salt, fish oil, and wet timber. Seabirds circled endlessly above the harbor, their sharp cries echoing between towering masts and stone warehouses. As one of the most important coastal cities of the Heaven Dou Empire, Hanhai was both a commercial hub and a strategic stronghold.
Massive dock stretched into the sea like iron ribs, crowded with merchant ships, and fishing boats of all sizes.
Beyond the docks, the city rose in layers—white stone buildings near the shore, taller guild halls and noble residences further inland. The sound of the waves never truly faded here; it was the city's heartbeat.
In a private booth of a Well known restaurant.
Qian Renxue who was drinking Tea in Hanhai city said " I am so disappointed, I thought that there will be an entry of other amazing actors on the stage, I had built with so much difficulty."
She was disappointed that the person she put the bait for did not make any movements.