Suotuo City.
After this stretch of consecutive victories, the members of the Royal Fighting Team were brimming with fighting spirit.
"This is our final stop. I hope Suotuo City has some opponents worth fighting." Yu Tianheng lounged lazily on the sofa, his eyes full of disdain for Suotuo City, as though no one here could possibly be their match.
Over the past few days, Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan had been kept on the bench by Qin Ming, with no chance to take the field at all.
In the Soul Elder bracket, Yu Tianheng and the other five were all high-level Soul Elders, so naturally, they rarely encountered worthy opponents.
The substitutes, Zhu Zhuqing, Ling Xiao, and Zhu Dazhi, all possessed top-tier strength and Martial Souls. With Han Yu's guidance, they too had few rivals among those at the same level.
"Teacher Qin, how about we fight in the Soul Ancestor bracket in Suotuo City tonight? I feel like I'm only one exhilarating battle away from breaking through." Yu Tianheng slowly sat upright and looked toward Qin Ming beside him, his expression growing much more serious.
Under normal circumstances, Qin Ming would naturally have agreed to Yu Tianheng's request.
But not now. He needed to make money for those nobles. They would hardly ever lose in the Soul Elder bracket, but if they fought in the Soul Ancestor bracket, the outcome would be unknown.
"Tianheng, don't become arrogant. Only when at least half the team has reached Soul Ancestor can you compete in the Soul Ancestor bracket."
As he spoke, Qin Ming's gaze flicked toward Dugu Yan from time to time.
Yu Tianheng only found it somewhat regrettable, but he did not say anything more.
His performances in the soul battles over the past few days had been remarkable. He