Yan Finally Couldn't Sit Still: This Flame Lord Has Arrived!

On the Spirit Hall Team's preparation bench, Yan, a member of the Golden Generation, gaped wide-eyed, his eyes practically popping out of his head.

He stared blankly at the black, Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring rising from the platform, and swallowed hard.

"Level 5... Level 53? That little brat is actually a Level 53 Agility-attack-type Spirit King?"

Yan's eyelids twitched violently.

Just minutes before, he was proudly boasting to his teammates that he could sweep the field and make the Imperial Fighting Team beg for mercy once he stepped onto the field.

But now, the opponent has randomly sent out someone whose level exceeds that of him, Golden Generation genius of level 52!

"Pfft."

A clear and melodious laugh came from the side.

Hu Liena wore a tight-fitting, gold-trimmed battle dress, her long, straight legs crossed, her jade-like hand supporting her chin, and a naked mockery in her eyes.

"Wasn't someone just bragging that everyone else in the younger generation, except me, was a complete noob?"

Hu Liena laughed heartily, her long hair swaying in the breeze. "What? Now that you see this little sister's black Spirit Ring, you're so scared you can't even string your tongue together?"

Yan's cheeks instantly burned like a hot iron, and she retorted, her neck stiff, "Nana! I was just careless!"

"Besides, so what if she's a Spirit King? I am..."

"You're level 52, while they're level 53. You're a level lower than them."

Hu Liena blinked her alluring, foxy eyes and stabbed him in the heart without any mercy.

Yan was so choked that his face turned purple, and he couldn't utter a single word.

More than half a year ago, his strength was roughly equal to that of Hu Liena and Xie Yue.

But for some reason, Hu Liena suddenly left the team and went on a trip more than half a year ago.

When he returned, he was already level 57, far surpassing him and Xie Yue in strength.

Hu Liena has now reached level 58!

Yan can't even lift his head in front of Hu Liena now.

Xie Yue Shen, standing to the side, had an extremely solemn expression.

His eyes were fixed on Bai Chenxiang on the stage, and he said in a low voice, "The Imperial Fighting Team is hiding too much."

Of the entire team, apart from Hu Liena, who knew the Imperial Fighting Team inside and out, only Qian Renxue, who wore a mask, remained calm and composed.

A hint of a smile flickered in the depths of Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes as she glanced at Lin Qingmo in the distance.

"This guy has trained this team quite well."

At this point, the outcome of the battle on the arena was no longer in doubt.

That level 46 Spirit Hall Soul Ancestor,

Under Bai Chenxiang's absolute suppression, he couldn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

After a fleeting afterimage, a storm erupted!

The Spirit Hall's Soul Ancestor was blasted off the arena by the Berserk hurricane.

Referee Salas swallowed hard, his throat dry, and announced loudly, "First match, Imperial Fighting Team's Bai Chenxiang wins!"

A young man with a gloomy expression on the Spirit Hall's preparation stand snorted coldly and suddenly leaped onto the arena.

He is a level 48 Battle Soul Ancestor!

They saw that the opposing team had brought in a new challenger.

Just as Bai Chenxiang was preparing to gather her strength for the battle on the arena, she suddenly heard Lin Qingmo's lazy voice transmission in her ear.

"Chenxiang, winning one game is enough. Don't waste any extra strength. Let Zhu Zhuqing go up and have some fun too."

Bai Chenxiang was slightly taken aback, then playfully stuck out her tongue in Lin Qingmo's direction.

She didn't even pay attention to Zhang Ping, who was waiting in the arena, and with a twist of her body, she flew off the stage and landed back in the Imperial Fighting Team's seat.

I abstain!

This scene left the entire audience stunned once again.

Why would someone with such a clear advantage make a substitution?

On the Shrek Team's seat, Dai Mubai suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot.

In the viewing area of the Star Luo Royal Team, the dejected Star Luo Crown Prince Davis, and the alluring but ashen-faced Zhu Zhuyun, both turned their gazes toward the Royal Fighting Team's seats.

Because, slowly emerging from the Imperial Fighting Team was a dark, ethereal figure exuding an aura of cold arrogance.

Zhu Zhuqing!

Dai Mubai's body trembled violently, his hands gripping the armrests of the chair tightly.

He even squeezed the steel chair back until it was deformed!

"Zhu Zhuqing..."

Dai Mubai's lips turned bluish, and his eyes flickered with complex and frantic emotions.

On the stage, Zhu Zhuqing stepped onto the platform.

Her tight black outfit accentuated her stunning figure.

Those cool, dark eyes swept briefly over Dai Weisi and Zhu Zhuyun in the VIP section.

There was no hatred, no resentment in his eyes.

All that remained was an utter indifference, as if looking at a stranger.

The Star Luo Empire's ruthless elimination system? Royal persecution and conspiracies?

During the time she spent with Lin Qingmo, those nightmares that once suffocated her had long since faded into the past.

She stands here, fighting only for the imperial battle, and fighting for herself!

The Hell Spirit Cat, Martial Soul Possession!

Yellow, purple, black!

A deep, inky black ring, as dark as ink, slammed heavily into everyone's hearts!

Level 53, Agility-attack-type Spirit King!

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

Dai Mubai completely lost control.

He shoved Ma Hongjun away abruptly, letting out a hysterical roar.

She was only Soul Ancestor when she fought me before.

Wrong!

She only used the power of the Soul Ancestor at that time!

"She held back her strength when she fought me? She defeated me without even using her full power?"

The immense humiliation and sense of loss gnawed at Dai Mubai's heart like a venomous snake.

He originally thought that his loss to Zhu Zhuqing was just due to a slight lack of luck and the Spirit Ring combination.

But now he understands.

In Zhu Zhuqing's eyes, he was nothing more than a joke who didn't even deserve her to use her full strength!

"Thump..."

Dai Weisi slumped into a chair in the spectator area, his eyes vacant and unfocused.

Zhu Zhuyun's face turned deathly pale, and her delicate body trembled like a leaf in the wind.

Their Star Luo Royal Team couldn't even beat Shrek.

But now, Zhu Zhuqing, whom they regarded as a pawn, is actually Spirit King!

Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing's strength, their future will be even more hopeless.

Unfortunately, what they didn't know was that the throne they had fought so hard for was probably more laughable than mud on the roadside in Zhu Zhuqing's eyes now.

The battle ended much faster.

Zhu Zhuqing's Gui Mei speed and sharp cat claws sliced through the air, leaving several streaks of black light.

Blink, thrust, miss, heavy strike!

Her opponent didn't even catch a glimpse of Zhu Zhuqing once before being swatted off the stage with a single claw.

Two matches, two wins!

The cheers of the 100,000 spectators erupted.

"Where is the Golden Generation? Why haven't the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation advanced yet?!"

"The Imperial Fighting Team is too strong, they're all Spirit King, how can we possibly fight them?"

The clamor and cheers from the stands were like adding fuel to the fire, completely igniting the Spirit Hall Team's anger.

"Enough!"

"A bunch of arrogant fools!"

A deafening roar!

A massive Berserk surge of fire-attribute Soul Power erupted forth.

Flame Lord Martial Soul, Yan!

He slammed his feet into the ground, and like a burning meteorite, crashed heavily into the center of the arena.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black!

Five Spirit Ring pulsed Berserk around him.

"Yan, a level 52 Power-attack Type Battle Soul King from the Spirit Hall Platinum Academy!"

Yan's eyes blazed with fury as he stared intently at Zhu Zhuqing, grinning maliciously:

"Little girl, don't think you can run wild in Spirit City just because you defeated two Soul Ancestor!"

"Your speed will be worthless when you encounter my Flame Lord!"