The one who spoke up was a burly man dressed in red, with flaming-red hair and even fiery-red pupils.
Yan, the last member of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. His martial soul was the Ancient Flame Lord, and he was a fifty-second-level Soul King.
At the same time, he was also Hu Liena's devoted pursuer, One of the Two Simps of the Douluo Continent.
Unfortunately, Yan's skills apparently weren't up to par. Unlike Feng Xiaotian, who eventually got what he wanted, Yan's pursuit of Hu Liena ultimately remained nothing but a fleeting illusion.
Hu Liena was left somewhat speechless by Yan's arrogant words. She had already told him that Dugu Chen had been a Senior Soul Ancestor two years ago. By now, he was likely above level fifty-three.
Besides, the way Yan confidently dismissed Dugu Chen made her brother—who had lost to Dugu Chen—look like a complete nobody.
Hu Liena's naturally enchanting eyes swept over Yan as she said solemnly, "Yan, Dugu Chen is very strong. If you keep being so arrogant, you'll suffer for it."
When Yan heard Hu Liena praising Dugu Chen, jealousy flashed through his eyes. Damn it! Nana has never praised me like that. Dugu Chen—you just wait.
When Bibi Dong heard Dugu Chen's name from above, a strange glint flashed through her eyes.
She had long known of this talent she had missed out on. News had come again two years ago, and she had once felt some regret over losing him.
But only a little. Though he was talented, that was all there was to it.
"Pressure creates motivation. Let Heaven Dou Royal Academy serve as your final assessment this time. If you win, Soul Bones and glory will all be yours," Bibi Dong encouraged.
"But if you lose—go stay in Death Valley for three