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"Fuck."
At that moment, Soul Feng had a "fuck" in his heart that he did not know whether he should say.
Soul Feng's expression was rather ugly.
He could not understand what Soul Jade meant by those words. Was he saying that Soul Feng was easy to bully?
Watching the finger phantom gradually condense, Soul Feng had no choice but to use his Divine Grade Bloodline.
If he did not use it—
With the little battle qi remaining in his body, he simply could not fully unleash the Heavenly Overlord Hand Seal.
Much less block Soul Jade's Dou Breaking Finger.
Soul Jade was completely forcing him to risk his life by risking his own.
If he did not fight desperately, he could only die.
There was no solution to this. Soul Jade was risking his life, so he had to do the same.
Even if—
He luckily won in the end, he probably would have nothing to do with the following matches.
Just as Soul Jade had said.
What Soul Jade could not obtain, Soul Feng could forget about getting his hands on as well.
Both of them had used their Divine Grade Bloodlines. No matter who won in the end, neither would have the strength to fight in the remaining Clan Competition.
As the referee, Hun Dun frowned at this moment.
He could not help looking toward Soul Emperor, seated in the center of the high platform.
Without Soul Emperor's instructions, he simply did not know what to do in a situation like this.
Logically speaking, they elders had no right to interfere in disputes among the younger generation.
If they intervened—
The nature of the matter would completely change.
Soul Emperor watched Soul Jade, who was fighting desperately, and Soul Feng, who had