At this point, he glanced at Wang Dong, whether intentionally or not. It was obvious those words were aimed at her.
As a grown man, cowering in battle without displaying any of the traits of an Assault System Battle Soul Master, relying instead on techniques to avoid making mistakes—it was truly foolish.
Wang Dong naturally understood what he meant. Just as she angrily stepped forward to retort, Jiang Yuheng had already leaped down from the preparation area ahead of her.
"Dai Huabin, do you dare repeat what you just said?"
His voice was icy, his pair of deep blue eyes faintly visible as he looked at Dai Huabin with a half-smile.
Though he had not released the slightest trace of attribute aura, Ice Silk began continuously forming across the Colosseum floor, reaching Dai Huabin's feet in the blink of an eye.
Faced with Jiang Yuheng's questioning, Dai Huabin clenched his fists tightly. It was as though someone had seized his throat, and his body seemed to have been struck by a paralysis spell, leaving him unable to move.
Even his White Tiger Martial Soul seemed to have sensed some kind of threat. No matter how he called upon it, he simply could not release it.
This was a warning—and even more so, a deterrent. If Dai Huabin still failed to recognize what was good for him, Jiang Yuheng would not mind letting him taste death...
Jiang Yuheng gave a slight bow and said, "Dean Yan, Director Du, I'll be the next one from Class One. I choose a Thousand-Year Soul Beast."
His tone was even, and though there were no fluctuations in his aura, confidence radiated from him.
Yan Shaozhe smiled and nodded, clearly having already guessed Jiang Yuheng's intentions.
According to Jiang Yuheng himself, the Frost Dragon had two