Dean Feng Sends Feng Biyao

At the same time, the humanoid silhouette began to undergo subtle changes.

That blurry face gradually became clear, ultimately taking on Na'er's appearance.

Her silver hair danced in the wind, and her skin was as delicate as snow. But unlike Na'er, she was extraordinarily indifferent.

Her eyes seemed to hold endless coldness, a bone-chilling frost.

Just one glance made the surrounding temperature plummet.

The next instant, Na'er moved.

Without any warning, she suddenly appeared before one of them.

The man widened his eyes, his face full of shock, before he could even react.

Na'er's left fist had already struck out.

The wind from her punch howled as it slammed straight into the man's chest.

With a thunderous bang, his body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, smashing directly into the wall behind him.

Under the impact, dense spiderweb-like cracks instantly spread across the wall.

The people around them were stunned by the sight, frozen in place with alarm on their faces.

In the blink of an eye, one of their teammates had been sent flying just like that?

He had not even been able to resist.

Such sharp, ruthless methods made their hearts tremble.

However, they quickly came back to their senses.

In an instant, all kinds of Soul Skill lights flashed as they attacked Na'er.

Seeing this, a cold gleam flashed through Na'er's eyes, and she moved again.

Her speed reached an extreme, like a silver bolt of lightning weaving back and forth through the crowd.

Every time she appeared, a scream rang out and someone was sent flying.

These people could not even see Na'er's figure or movements before they were knocked away.

Outside the arena.

Feng Xiaotian's eyes widened. Watching Na'er slaughter her way through them as though no one was there, he swallowed and muttered, "So strong!"

Dean Feng's expression turned solemn. He nodded slightly. "She truly is incredibly strong. If I didn't use my Martial Soul Avatar, I might not even be able to hit him."

Na'er's speed had now reached an utterly inconceivable level. Every movement of hers seemed like teleportation.

But compared to her speed, Na'er's attacks were even stronger.

After Martial Soul Fusion, her attacks carried an "Armor Break" effect, instantly piercing the target's defenses and ignoring a certain percentage of the opponent's armor and shields.

That was why the attacks from Martial Soul Fusion were the real highlight.

Seeing all his teammates taken care of, Feng Xiaotian surrendered directly.

"Godwind Academy has lost."

Feng Xiaotian and Dean Feng stepped onto the field.

Na'er and Ye Lingtong released their Martial Soul Fusion and reappeared. Sweat covered their foreheads, and their faces were still somewhat pale.

They were only Soul Elders, after all. Using a Martial Soul Fusion Skill had indeed drained them greatly.

"You're far too strong," Dean Feng said to Xu Hanfeng with a sigh.

"Not really. I was just lucky."

Xu Hanfeng was not wrong. If he had not awakened this Martial Soul, how could he possibly be this strong?

"Luck is also part of strength."

"Dad."

Feng Biyao and Huo Wu also came onto the stage.

"So handsome."

Seeing Xu Hanfeng up close, Feng Biyao's cute, baby-fat cheeks flushed red.

Feng Xiaotian rubbed his forehead helplessly. His little sister was obsessed with looks—severely obsessed.

She had absolutely no resistance to handsome people.

That was why he and his father did not dare let her go out.

Otherwise, she might get lured away by someone.

"Let me introduce her. Feng Biyao, my daughter. Her Martial Soul is the Wind Falcon. She is currently nine years old and has Level 14 Soul Power."

"Hello, Brother."

Feng Biyao held out her hand.

Xu Hanfeng took it. Her hand was soft and chubby, and felt quite nice.

"I'm nine too. Who says I'm definitely the older one?"

At those words—

Feng Xiaotian and Dean Feng were both violently startled.

What? Nine years old?!

Only nine, yet he possessed such heaven-defying Soul Power and combat strength?

Damn! Wouldn't he become a Title Douluo by the time he was twenty?

Tang Hao wouldn't amount to shit compared to him!

Dean Feng had made up his mind.

"Xiao Feng." Dean Feng's voice became gentler.

"What is it, Dean Feng?" Xu Hanfeng found Dean Feng's behavior somewhat strange.

"It's like this. Bi Yao is rather wild and doesn't like cultivating much. She clearly has good talent and Innate Level 8 Soul Power, but we can't control her, so..."

Xu Hanfeng's expression turned odd as he listened to Dean Feng.

Why did that sound like he was trying to give away his daughter?

"So, could you take Bi Yao out to see the world?"

"Eh?!"

"Father, how can you do this?" Feng Xiaotian was dumbfounded. The woman he liked had run off with him, and now his little sister was going to run off with him too.

How could that be allowed?

"This has nothing to do with you."

"Dad! Really?" Feng Biyao's eyes widened like bells, her delight impossible to conceal.

"Of course, if Xiao Feng agrees."

Huo Wu gave Dean Feng a thoughtful look.

She knew Dean Feng quite well.

He looked proper and upright, but he had plenty of little schemes hidden inside.

Wasn't he just trying to use his daughter to win over Little Brother Xiao Feng?

Even if he failed to win him over, it would be easier to ask him for help in the future.

He was giving away his daughter. What was one favor?

Wait... why did this feel so familiar?

Huo Wu thought it over carefully, and her expression froze.

Huo Yaoyang!!!

Huo Wu gritted her teeth. So that was why he had agreed so quickly—he wanted to give her to Xiao Feng.

What a hateful man.

Once I become Xiao Feng's card, I'll come back and teach you a lesson!

"This... isn't that inappropriate?"

Xu Hanfeng had only agreed because Huo Wu was older.

But Feng Biyao was only nine.

He was not an animal.

"Brother~~ just agree already~~ I don't want to stay at Godwind Academy at all~~"

Feng Biyao grabbed Xu Hanfeng's arm and shook it as she coquettishly pleaded.

Her deliberately sweet voice made goosebumps rise all over Xu Hanfeng.

She was too good at this.

This little girl was way too good at this.

Feng Xiaotian was completely stunned. Was this really his little sister?

Since when had his little sister known how to act so coquettishly?

Why was she always so fierce whenever she was with him?

At once, Feng Xiaotian felt that his little sister was no longer cute.

Sob...

"Xiao Feng, the little girl is quite interesting. Just agree," Tang Ya said, rubbing Feng Biyao's head when she saw her acting cute.

"Yeah, we don't have a child like this in our family yet," Ye Lingtong agreed.

Ling Luochen and Wu Sido were both rather cold and detached, so they did not want to get involved in this sort of matter.

Seeing them agree, Feng Xiaotian and Dean Feng still found it unbelievable. These Summoning Soul Masters could actually speak.

"Ahem... yes, Xiao Feng, just agree." Dean Feng was determined to send his daughter away today.

Na'er raised her head slightly, blinking her seemingly expressive eyes as she stared unblinkingly at Xu Hanfeng.

When Xu Hanfeng saw her looking at him like that, his heart softened.

"Alright."

If Feng Biyao had been five or six years older, Xu Hanfeng might not even have hesitated.

But she was nine!

She might even still wet the bed.