Wang Dong'er looked at the two of them with growing disgust.
Xiao Wu, in the Divine Realm, felt the same way. "Boss Dai's descendants are getting more and more hopeless. They'd even go after a man. No wonder the wife who should have practically been delivered to his doorstep wanted nothing to do with him."
"Everyone has a time when they're young and reckless." Tang San smiled faintly, though his eyes rested on Huo Yuhao, his expression one of deep satisfaction.
In just three short months, he had grown from a Level 10 Soul Scholar into a Level 22 Soul Grandmaster. As expected of the Child of Destiny.
All the effort this God King had put into taming him hadn't gone to waste.
"Second Brother," Huo Yuhao said quietly.
"Hmm?" Dai Huabin turned to look at Huo Yuhao and caught the trace of chill in his eyes.
"Don't let them provoke you. If you show even the slightest opening, we'll face a devastating counterattack."
Huo Yuhao murmured the reminder so quietly that even Wang Dong'er didn't hear him.
Just then, the referee walked into the spacious competition area. All the partitions had been taken down, revealing the vast arena.
The referee raised a hand, signaling for both sides to enter.
Feng Piaoling's trio strode onto the field. Feng Piaoling still led the way, with Zhu Lu and Nanmen Yun'er on either side.
On the other side, Dai Huabin and Huo Yuhao led their team onto the field, with Wang Dong'er following behind them.
The referee glanced at both teams. "The rules for the finals have changed somewhat. You may move anywhere within the arena, but you must not fly higher than ten meters above the ground. So that you can show your full strength, you're free to go all out