"Fors, what's going on? Isn't Ao Wuchang your subordinate? Why does he look like he has such a deep grudge against Fusheng?"
Amid the roaring clamor from the audience seating, Xu Xiaoyan gently nudged Fors beside her, her tone carrying barely concealed worry.
"I don't know either."
Fors's brows furrowed slightly. A trace of obvious confusion crossed her refined face, which usually carried a hint of laziness.
That shouldn't be the case. Ao Wuchang should know Nan Fusheng's identity.
Before the match began, Ao Wuchang had even called her specifically and solemnly said, "I will definitely present Lady Fors with an exciting battle."
But now, watching Nan Fusheng surrounded by three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts below, she could not help but wonder: Had Ao Wuchang chosen to betray her?
The thought had barely surfaced before Fors suppressed it. Yet upon further consideration, it did not seem entirely impossible.
After all, Ao Wuchang had only pledged allegiance after being subdued by her force. He was not truly one of her own. Loyalty won through intimidation might indeed deserve a very large question mark.
Seeing Xu Xiaoyan's concern, Fors softly reassured her, "Xiaoyan, don't worry. Fusheng has some skill. Nothing will happen to him so easily."
Although she remained suspicious of Ao Wuchang's abnormal behavior, Fors had never doubted Nan Fusheng's strength in the slightest.
Even if he used only a Soul Master's abilities, no Soul Master in this Martial Arts Marriage Tournament could truly hurt him.
The Fate-type ability, "World Harmony," was an utterly shameless ability.
On the competition arena, the roars of the three Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts made the air tremble slightly. Vast Soul Power fluctuations swept toward Nan Fusheng like tangible waves.
Among the three Soul Beasts, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Golden Lion Mastiff possessed the most terrifying aura, followed by