Soto Great Soul Arena, central main Soul Fighting Stage.
The Soul Masters' battle on the stage had already reached its final moments.
At one side of the Soul Fighting Stage stood a Soul Master in red, her ponytail tied high. Flames piled around her like clouds, and beneath the flickering firelight, her red eyes were exceptionally sharp.
It was Nan Li.
Standing opposite Nan Li was a burly man, a defense-type Soul Master with Soul Power at level forty-three.
A defense-type battle Soul Ancestor!
Though he was only four levels higher than Nan Li, he possessed one more Soul Ring than her.
The smile on Nan Li's face remained unchanged, but her gaze stayed fixed on the figure charging toward her. Her Soul Power flowed and gathered. The Soul Power around Nan Li suddenly surged, only to settle in an instant.
The audience below saw all the flames around Nan Li vanish, her Soul Rings disappear from sight, leaving only the red wings on her back to spread slightly.
"What's the one in red doing? Why isn't she moving?"
"Tch, she can't win, so she wants to surrender."
"Which Soul Master challenging above their rank isn't arrogant at first, only to get beaten into a miserable state in the end? Just watch. She's another one who overestimated herself."
"..."
These spectators, accustomed to Soul Ancestor-level battles, might have heard of the name "Flame Feather Vermilion Bird," but they still did not believe she could defeat a Soul Ancestor across an entire major realm—especially a defense-type Soul Ancestor!
Apart from the spectators mocking her, another group had followed her from the Soul Elder-level fighting arenas. They knew the red-clad Soul Master's strength all too well and merely sneered at the others' ridicule.
Tell me, had they ever seen a Soul Master