Heh, This Kid's One Strange Piece of Work! The Eldest Young Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Yu Luomian's Fury!

"How can you endure the hardships of cultivation if you can't even put up with this little bit of suffering?"

Everyone fell silent.

Tang San could only sigh inwardly... This was so Flender.

Fortunately, Liu Erlong had led Xiao Wu and the others away, so they didn't have to suffer alongside them. That made him feel just a little better.

With Shui Bing'er and Qian Renxue's entrance, cheers crashed through the arena like a mountain-breaking tsunami.

The Shrek group's attention was instantly drawn away as well.

"Ladies and gentlemen, esteemed guests—"

"Welcome to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena! Coming up is a Wager Match that has everyone on the edge of their seats!"

"The wager is a staggering one hundred thousand Gold Soul Coins!

But that's not even the most important part—

Our mysterious competitor prefers to face his opponents without using his Martial Soul or Soul Skills, and has already achieved the astonishing record of seven consecutive victories!"

The handsome, golden-haired young host leaped onto the stage. His Martial Soul was Golden Lion Roar, and his voice was naturally rich and powerful. The moment he spoke, it boomed through the arena, stirring the crowd.

"Can he keep his winning streak alive today and claim the crucial tenth victory?"

"And can the competitor from Ice Plains Province end his undefeated legend?"

"Now, please welcome—Ice Phoenix and Fei Xue!"

"Fei Xue! Fei Xue!"

Cheers swept across the arena like a collapsing mountain and a roaring sea. After watching so many matches,

the audience's attitude toward Qian Renxue's refusal to use her Martial Soul and Soul Skills

had quietly shifted from their initial anger and contempt

to respect and admiration for a strong fighter.

But when Shui Bing'er entered, the one-sided tide of support wavered.

"Ice Phoenix! Ice Phoenix!"

Her figure was flawless, and her cool, aloof bearing instantly captivated the crowd.

Though the upper half of her face was hidden behind a snowflake mask,

her haughty aura and perfect figure alone

made it plain—

she was unquestionably a goddess.

"Uncle Gu, have you managed to find out anything about this 'Fei Xue'?"

In the VIP seats,

Ning Fengzhi watched the two figures in the arena, whose extraordinary bearing made them look like a golden boy and jade girl, and asked.

He had spent the past half month in seclusion.

He'd heard there was a freakishly talented fighter at the Soul Fighting Arena,

but he hadn't had time to pay it any attention.

Only after emerging from seclusion did he realize the commotion had grown so great. Curious, he'd come to the arena at once to see for himself.

"Heh, this kid's one strange piece of work."

Bone Douluo folded his arms. For once, his skull-like face wore an expression of near exasperation.

"I followed him several times, but every time, I lost track of him halfway there..."

He had previously tried to extend an invitation to Qian Renxue, but she had rebuffed him with cool indifference.

With Ning Fengzhi in seclusion, he hadn't dared make too much of a scene.

He'd planned to investigate discreetly,

but hadn't uncovered a single thing. Instead, he'd wound up questioning his own sanity.

"Ordinary factions really would struggle to nurture a peerless genius like this."

Ning Fengzhi gave his jade fan a gentle wave. The first group that came to mind was Spirit Hall.

His gaze drifted toward Bishop Salas, not far away,

but when he learned that Salas was also investigating the young man in secret,

his suspicions only deepened.

Nearby, Yu Luomian summoned one of his subordinates and asked in a low voice,

"Is everything in place?"

"Second Master, it's all taken care of! Not even a fly will get out!"

The middle-aged man, who had a fleshy mole at the corner of his mouth, answered confidently.

"Good! Today, that brat will learn what happens when he crosses the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"

Yu Luomian gritted his teeth, his eyes gleaming with icy menace.

"But, Second Master,

the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Spirit Hall, and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family all have people here today...

Could they interfere?"

"Hmph, don't worry. I've looked into it!

That brat may have a mysterious background, but he definitely doesn't belong to any of those factions.

As long as we act quickly, they won't have a chance to interfere."

Yu Luomian spoke with absolute confidence.

"But..."

The middle-aged man hesitated, then cautiously leaned closer.

"Could he be from the Clear Sky Sect?"

Yu Luomian furrowed his brows. After a moment of silence, he snorted.

"So what if he is?"

"After lying low for so many years, they might already be in decline."

"Besides... is my Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan weak?"

Just a few days ago,

Yu Tianxin had fought Qian Renxue and been utterly crushed, beaten so badly he'd shut himself away.

That was his precious grandson, one of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's twin stars.

How could he swallow that humiliation?

"Second Master, I saw Miss Erlong just now..."

Yu Luomian's anger faltered, and his expression turned complicated in an instant.

After a moment's silence,

the subordinate cautiously added, "And... the eldest young master is here too."

At those words, Yu Luomian's face turned icy. He slapped the armrest.

"Shut up! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has no such good-for-nothing!"

The thought of that useless man still entangled with his daughter

only made him angrier the more he heard.

He was about to get up and tear the wretch to pieces.

But—

"What's the matter? Why is Second Master Yu so furious?"

A sinister voice rang out, laced with mockery.

Bishop Salas, seated not far away, gazed at Yu Luomian with a strange smile.

"Hmph, just some family business!"

He couldn't let others laugh at him. Yu Luomian forced down his anger, sat back down, and squeezed out a stiff smile.

"Oh? Is that so?"

Bishop Salas gleefully rubbed salt into the wound.

"I just saw the eldest young master of your Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, too!"

"Why, Second Master, didn't you invite him up to join you?"

"Bishop Salas, I suggest you watch your words!"

"Our Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan cast that good-for-nothing out more than a decade ago."

"There is no such thing as an eldest young master."

Yu Luomian replied coldly,

then turned away,

ignoring Salas and the old man's face full of malicious amusement.

Below the stage, undercurrents swirled and murderous intent lurked.

On the stage, a clear cry of a phoenix cut through the din, and the fierce battle began in an instant!

Shui Bing'er didn't attack right away. Instead, she first covered herself with her second Soul Skill—I​​ce Emperor Armor!

She didn't dare assume that just because her opponent didn't use his Martial Soul or Soul Skills, he had no ranged attacks!

His opponent two matches ago had been caught off guard for exactly that reason and lost.

Sure enough,

the moment she donned her Ice Armor, a streak of sword energy shot toward her like lightning!

It left a web of cracks across her glittering armor.

Her second Soul Skill was originally a team-defense skill, but she had concentrated it on herself alone.

That more than doubled its defensive power, allowing it to barely withstand the attack.

If she'd been even a fraction of a beat slower,

the countdown to the end of the match might already have begun!

Shui Bing'er secretly breathed a sigh of relief, then launched her counterattack.

Behind her spread a pair of wings, white as snowflakes and gleaming like feathers.

She swooped and weaved through the air,

keeping her distance from Qian Renxue to guard against her close-range attacks.