Hearing this, Ye Xingchen, who stood with his arms folded, felt a little helpless!
Just as he was about to lead everyone away, he suddenly spotted a familiar figure in an advertisement beside the street.
Tang San!
He studied it thoughtfully for a few moments, then muttered to himself:
"What a narrow road for enemies. I never expected to run into you here!"
Night gradually fell, and inside Hanhai Cheng's Soul Fighting Arena,
Ning Rongrong stood with her arms folded, a glint of gold appearing in her eyes as she surveyed the scene before her!
She glanced back at Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing and teased:
"It really hasn't been easy. It's been ages since we last visited a Soul Fighting Arena, hasn't it? The last time was when we followed my husband in there and slaughtered our way in every direction!"
Everyone burst out laughing at her words!
Oscar and Ma Hongjun, in particular, did not know whether to laugh or cry as they began joking.
"That's right. Those Soul Fighting Arenas still tell legends about us. They say we were a team that won while lying back and doing nothing, and that without Brother Ye, we probably wouldn't even have made the top ten!"
"What you heard was pretty mild. The things I heard were much more ridiculous. Without Brother Ye, for instance, we couldn't even beat ordinary Soul Masters. It really had me dying of laughter!"
"They might say that, but I can still feel how sour they are. It feels fantastic. If I can win lying down, there's no way I'm lifting a finger myself!"
"Exactly! What's wrong with following Brother Ye and feasting on the finest food and drink? Why should we keep listening to their chatter? It's not as if we're living our