If Wang Dong'er did not take the initiative to reveal the secrets of the Soul Spirit system, they were destined never to figure them out.
But the black-robed Imperial Preceptor had already made up his mind. Once this Soul Fighting Tournament was over, he had to capture that female Soul Sage from the so-called Bright Hall.
Bright Hall, Bright Hall...
"Hmph!" The black-robed Imperial Preceptor snorted coldly, suddenly feeling annoyed.
The name Bright Hall seemed designed specifically to disgust their Holy Spirit Cult.
On the competition stage, Nan Qiuqiu immediately came to her senses when she realized that the thought of retreating had arisen in her heart.
No matter what, she could not shrink back.
From Wang Dong'er's earlier battles, it was clear that she was not the sort of person who thirsted for blood or deliberately struck too heavily.
Since that was the case, she should persist in this battle all the more. Only then could she gain something from it.
Nan Qiuqiu still pointed her right hand toward the sky, but this time, instead of extending a single finger as she had when using her first soul skill, she extended three.
Then, Nan Qiuqiu's body slowly rose from the ground, hovering some distance above it.
A dragon's roar rang out abruptly. A somewhat blurry pink phantom appeared behind Nan Qiuqiu, but vanished in a flash. Then, a mass of pink light condensed in her raised right hand, quickly becoming a ball of light as large as a human head.
With a flick of her right hand, Nan Qiuqiu sent the pink orb flying into the sky. It continued to expand, then at a certain moment plummeted like a meteor toward the area where Wang Dong'er stood.
Boom—
Amid a deafening explosion, the pink light abruptly detonated against the