Golden Ranking Twelfth Place, Xiao Qiao Exposed!

At that moment, the Golden Light on the Heavenly Curtain surged once more.

An even grander phenomenon began to appear.

The once somewhat noisy continent fell silent in an instant.

Top Twelve!

The real main event had arrived!

[Martial Soul Ranking, Twelfth Place announced!]

[Name: Xiao Qiao]

[Affiliation: Eastern Wu (Currently Traveling Douluo Continent)]

[Martial Soul: Natural Wind (Spirit of Elements)]

In the picture.

A petite figure slowly emerged.

She was a young girl who looked harmless to humans and animals alike, holding an enormous Folding Fan.

There were no terrifying Soul Beast phantoms around her, nor were there any ferocious weapons.

There was only wind.

Pure, free, and yet wind powerful enough to tear apart the heavens.

Spirit Hall, Papal Palace.

When she saw the young girl holding the Folding Fan.

The smile on Bibi Dong's previously lazy, unconcerned face instantly froze.

As if struck by lightning, she abruptly straightened up from the Pope Chair.

A trace of barely concealed terror appeared in her Pale Purple eyes, which had once been filled with majesty.

"It's her..."

Bibi Dong's voice even trembled slightly.

It was a nightmare from when she had traveled the continent in her youth.

Back then, she had been high-spirited and considered herself invincible among her peers.

In that nameless forest, she had encountered a pair of sisters.

The sister holding the fan had looked so weak and so adorable.

Bibi Dong had originally intended to test her.

But then.

With just one wave of the fan.

She had not even seen how the other girl made her move.

That incomparably terrifying storm had directly destroyed all her defenses.

The armor of the Death Spider Emperor had been as fragile as paper before that wind.

Had the other girl not shown mercy, Bibi Dong would have already been dead then.

The atmosphere in the inn room was somewhat heavy.

Yu Xiaogang stood with his hands behind his back, pacing back and forth with an air of self-assured certainty on his face.

He glanced at the worried crowd, then finally fixed his gaze on Xiao Wu, his tone rather steady.

"No need to worry too much."

"Natural Wind—just from the name, it is merely one kind of elemental Martial Soul."

Yu Xiaogang pushed up his glasses and revealed a disdainful smile.

"On this continent, elemental Martial Souls may be rare, but they are far from uniquely extraordinary."

"Wind specializes in speed and cutting. Its offensive power is decent, but its defense is lacking, and its control cannot compare to the Blue Silver Emperor's tyranny."

At this point, he stopped pacing, swept his gaze across the crowd, and raised his voice slightly.

"And what does Xiao San possess?"

"The emperor of plant-type Martial Souls, the Number One Under Heaven Weapon Martial Soul!"

"One for control and one for powerful offense, offense and defense as one—flawless."

"What could a mere single wind-element Martial Soul use to compare with Twin Martial Souls?"

"In my opinion, the Heavenly Curtain must have made some mistake, or some evaluation mechanism we do not understand has malfunctioned."

The Shrek group nodded repeatedly as they listened.

Though Grandmaster lacked strength, his theories came one after another and truly could fool people.

Ma Hongjun sprawled carelessly into his chair, grabbed a chicken leg, and gnawed on it fiercely.

"Exactly! Third Bro has a God-Tier Configuration. This Xiao Qiao, I've never even heard of her."

"She's probably just there to fill the numbers."

Just then.

Golden Light blazed across the Heavenly Curtain.

The reward belonging to Twelfth Place Xiao Qiao finally appeared.

[Martial Soul Ranking, Twelfth Place reward!]

[Bestowed Super Divine Artifact—Firefly Fan (Banana Leaf Fan)!]

[Bestowed three God-grade Wind Element Soul Bones (Skull Bone, Torso Bone, Right Leg Bone)!]

The moment these words appeared, the entire room fell into Deathly Stillness.

Oscar's eyes widened, and the sausage in his mouth fell to the floor without him even noticing.

"God... divine artifacts?"

"And God-grade Soul Bones?"

Everyone looked at one another, their minds filled with question marks.

Bibi Dong and Tang San's previous rewards had both involved grand Martial Soul Evolution. Why had the style suddenly changed here?

There was not even a hint of Martial Soul Evolution?

Everyone's gazes turned in unison toward Yu Xiaogang.

A layer of fine cold sweat formed on Yu Xiaogang's forehead.

He had not expected this outcome either.

But he had to explain it away, or where would Grandmaster's dignity go?

Yu Xiaogang gave a light cough, forcibly calmed himself, and shook his head with feigned profundity.

"This precisely confirms my conjecture."

"Look, there are only external rewards, with no Martial Soul Evolution."

"What does that mean?"

"It means this 'Natural Wind' Martial Soul has already exhausted its potential!"

"It has already reached the end of its evolution and cannot improve another step, so the Heavenly Curtain can only use divine artifacts and Soul Bones to make up the numbers."

"This is a kind of sorrow."

"It means the future path of this Soul Master called Xiao Qiao has already been cut off."

"But Xiao San is different. His Martial Soul can still evolve to God Level, and his future is limitless!"

Everyone suddenly understood and revealed expressions of "so that's how it is."

Heaven Dou City, Tang Sect Secret Chamber.

Tang San sat cross-legged, Blue Gold light circulating around his body.

When he saw that enormous Folding Fan capable of extinguishing Flaming Mountain, his pupils abruptly contracted.

As an expert in Hidden Weapons and control, his perception of Aura far surpassed that of ordinary people.

How could that be exhausted potential?

That was the Law of Wind refined to its absolute limit!

Even through the Heavenly Curtain, he could sense the terrifying pressure contained within that fan.

It possessed the Absolute Cut force capable of tearing apart even space.

Teacher had guessed the outcome correctly this time, but his reasoning was completely wrong.

The reason it had not evolved was because this Martial Soul itself was already the ultimate form of wind.

It was already God Level—how could it evolve further?

Tang San took a deep breath, and the gloom in his eyes deepened further.

Twelfth Place was already such a monster.

What kind of spectacle would the Top Ten be?

Chang'an City, beside an inn window.

Qian Renxue crossed her long Beautiful Legs, her golden hair casually draped over her shoulders.

She swirled a cup of crimson wine in her hand, her beautiful eyes shifting as she stared at the scene on the Heavenly Curtain.

"Exhausted potential?"

"Yu Xiaogang truly is as stupid as ever."

Qian Renxue snorted, her gaze settling on the young girl receiving her reward in the picture.

The young girl wore a pink-orange short skirt, brimming with youthful vitality.

What drew the most attention was her legs.

Though they did not possess Bibi Dong's mature charm, nor Qian Renxue's own slender strength.

They were an exceptionally well-proportioned, fair pair of young girl's Beautiful Legs.

Like Tender Lotus Root in early spring, they gave off a healthy, pure radiance.

She wore thick-soled shoes in the style of wooden clogs, revealing her round, adorable ankles.

Her Toes were pink like pearls, gently swaying in the wind.

That pure, loli-like beauty was a breath of fresh air even in this Soul Master World filled with slaughter.

"What an adorable lass."

A trace of appreciation flashed through Qian Renxue's eyes.

To cultivate to the level of a Titled Douluo at such an age while retaining such innocence.

This Xiao Qiao was no simple person.