Bai Chenxiang Completely Overwhelms Ma Hongjun

"Mm, I understand."

Bai Chenxiang nodded slightly.

Ning Rongrong instructed from the side:

"Xiangxiang, it'd be best if you crippled that sleazy fat bastard!"

"Yeah, cripple him!"

Xiao Wu also waved her fist, having no favorable impression of Ma Hongjun whatsoever.

"Uh..."

Bai Chenxiang froze for a moment.

"All right, do what you can."

Ye Qiu chuckled softly and lowered his hand.

Very soon.

Ma Hongjun and Bai Chenxiang stepped onto the arena.

Looking at the ball of flesh across from her, Bai Chenxiang immediately frowned.

He really was quite sleazy.

The cockscomb hairstyle was one thing, but he also had two whiskers like a rat's and mung-bean eyes.

Greasy and ugly.

Even without Ye Qiu's reminder, Bai Chenxiang would not be holding back now.

"Hong Jun! Go for it!"

Dai Mubai's shrill voice made everyone break out in goosebumps.

"The match begins!"

At the referee's command.

The two summoned their Martial Souls in succession. The golden Sharp-tailed Swallow possessed a unique beauty.

The grass chicken opposite her was shrouded in blood-red light.

The feathers growing from his arms were patchy as well.

He looked like a ruffled chicken.

Bai Chenxiang had no intention of exchanging words or dragging out the battle. Three Spirit Rings beneath her feet immediately lit up.

Yellow, yellow, and purple light shimmered around her.

"Second Spirit Ability, Phoenix Bath of Fire!"

"First Spirit Ability, Phoenix Fireline!"

Ma Hongjun also knew that his Soul Power was inferior to hers, so he immediately launched an attack.

However.

The Speed Clan's speed was not something a mere Soul Ancestor could catch.

Bai Chenxiang's streamlined body immediately began to dance through the air.

Several afterimages appeared.

They attacked Ma Hongjun from different directions.

"Hmph! Fatty can fly too!"

Ma Hongjun snorted coldly as his third Spirit Ring lit up.