"Class Two's Su Wen wins! Teacher Bai, choose the next challenger!"
Instructor Qian Renhan came to his senses and announced the result, his gaze settling on Bai Ningbing.
But he couldn't help wondering: Was the Holy Son's Martial Soul immune to holy light?
Even the Pope's Martial Soul was suppressed to some degree by holy light.
This was a serious matter. He had to report it to the Grand Pontiff.
Bai Ningbing wore a wry smile as she saw Liu Ruge watching her with a broad grin.
Annoyed, she pointed at Qian Xi'er. "Pang Huzi, get up there and fight for your teacher. If you dare chicken out, I'll beat you senseless right here..."
Before long, Pang Huzi was flung off the Soul Fighting platform by the Yin Soldiers.
"Qian Xi'er, you're up!"
"Bai Ying..."
They watched one person go up, only to be thrown back down by the Yin Soldiers.
The students from the other classes were utterly stunned.
Tian Yue swallowed nervously.
Thank goodness.
She hadn't challenged the boss.
On the top floor of the Soul Master Academy, its dean, Sa'ensi, silently watched Su Wen.
His Soul Power was at level forty-five. When he summoned the Ghost Bride and she used her Spirit Skills, Su Wen didn't expend any Soul Power. Instead, it was the Ghost Bride whose Soul Power was draining. In other words, after fighting all that time, Su Wen himself was still at full strength.
According to the news from the Intermediate Soul Master Academy,
Su Wen had more than one Ghost Bride. He also had one carrying a mirror and another carrying a chain.
Dean Sa'ensi stroked his beard. Su Wen had too many secrets. No wonder a Ferocious Beast had gone out of its way to capture him. His growth would also gradually