After a long while, Yan finally suppressed his shock, his expression turning solemn.
"Let's begin."
Yan looked at Ye Qifeng and seriously stated his Martial Soul and level:
"Yan, Flame Lord Martial Soul, level twenty-five Battle Spirit Master. Please advise me."
On Douluo Continent, Soul Fights were not life-or-death struggles. As a sign of respect, before a Soul Fight, one had to inform one's opponent of their name, Martial Soul, and Soul Power Level. This was an unspoken rule accepted by every Spirit Master.
Though the rule was somewhat old-fashioned, that was part of Douluo Continent's character. There was no need to break it... Ye Qifeng followed local customs and seriously stated his own Martial Soul and level as well:
"Ye Qifeng, Dark Shadow Martial Soul, level twenty-five Battle Spirit Master. Please advise me."
The two then took their stances, and the Soul Fight began at once.
"It's starting."
Xie Yue's eyes lit up below the platform. He was very familiar with Yan's Martial Soul and Spirit Skills. What he was curious about now was Xiao Feng's Martial Soul and Spirit Skills. Those were millennium-level Spirit Skills—what exactly were they like, and how powerful were they?
Judging from his little sister's inexplicable confidence in Xiao Feng, Xie Yue vaguely felt that things might not be so simple. Yan might very well... lose?
At that thought, Xie Yue suddenly could not remain calm.
He hurriedly turned to Hu Liena and asked:
"Nana, can you give your brother a little hint? What are Xiao Feng's two Spirit Skills, and how strong is he in battle?"
"You can't," Hu Liena said, shaking her little head in refusal. Smiling sweetly at Xie Yue, she said, "You wouldn't let me tell Xiao Feng your information, so of course I can't tell you Xiao Feng's Spirit