Every one of Wang Dong'er's attacks vanished the moment they struck that layer of light. They didn't even make a splash.
Standing within the light, Wang Dong'er looked at Xu Yanli, who faced her with effortless composure. At last, a trace of bitterness flickered in her eyes.
The gap between them was simply too vast. She had thrown everything she had at him, yet she couldn't even break through his defenses.
Wang Dong'er took a deep breath and closed her eyes.
She didn't admit defeat. She didn't retreat, and she certainly didn't give up.
She directly roused the divine thought hidden deep within her Martial Soul!
In an instant, Wang Dong'er's body stiffened. Her pink-and-blue hair stirred without a breeze, and the pale golden dress she wore fluttered wildly.
Her eyes remained tightly shut, her brows knitted as if she were enduring tremendous pain.
Then she opened her eyes.
Those were no longer Wang Dong'er's eyes.
Their color had changed from pink and blue to a deep, oceanic blue. Towering waves churned in her pupils, as if they held an entire sea.
Her aura had changed completely, too. It was no longer the aura of a ninety-first-rank Titled Douluo, but a pressure imbued with divinity, transcending the mortal realm and sweeping wildly through the entire Soul Fighting Arena!
This wasn't human power. This was the will of a god!
In the stands, Xuan Zi shot to his feet, his face changing drastically. He was so stunned he couldn't get a word out.
The teacup in Du Busi's hand shattered against the ground with a sharp crack. Scalding tea splashed onto his hand, but he didn't feel a thing. He stared fixedly at the figure on the competition platform, his face filled with shock.
On the elevated platform, Xu Tianran gripped