Bibi Dong: The Great Ming Team Has a Problem! Wei Kurong: Your Holiness, That's Perfectly Normal!

Ao Hongchen stood with his arms crossed and his chin slightly raised.

His gaze swept brazenly over the so-called "genius" Soul Masters around him, his eyes full of undisguised contempt and disdain.

"So these are Douluo Continent's elite?"

Ao Hongchen sneered. His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly to the nearby teams:

"Just a bunch of uncivilized natives who are still playing in the dirt."

At his words, countless angry gazes turned their way.

Shrek Academy's rest area.

"These guys are way too arrogant!"

Ma Hongjun gritted his teeth in anger, his fists cracking as he clenched them.

"I, Fatty, really want to go up there and give that pretty boy a Phoenix Fire Line!"

Meanwhile, on the high platform.

The Pope, Bibi Dong, sat at the head of the table, with Ning Fengzhi and the two Douluos, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, seated beside her.

When Xu Zhao and his group entered, Bibi Dong's usually placid phoenix eyes narrowed slightly.

"So that's the Crown Prince of the Great Ming Empire?"

Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on Lan Yiyi for a moment, and an inexplicable sense of alarm rose in her heart.

"Interesting... It looks like this tournament won't be boring."

While the various forces were occupied with their own thoughts,

Xu Zhao had already led his group to sit down grandly in the luxurious, specially reserved viewing seats.

He didn't even glance at the Pope on the high platform. Instead, he leaned lazily against his chair and casually waved to Ao Hongchen behind him:

"Go."

"Don't hold back in the first match."

"Show these frogs in a well what true power looks like."

"Yes, Crown Prince!"

Ao Hongchen licked his lips excitedly, his eyes flashing with a bloodthirsty glint.

He spun around and leaped straight onto the Soul Fighting Arena, facing