A Toad Craving Swan Meat

Before Wang Jingyu could even summon his martial soul, Yu Xiaogang's first soul skill lit up.

"Thunderous Fart, Earth-Shattering Luo Sanpao!"

Having received his master's command, Luo Sanpao turned toward Wang Jingyu, preparing to attack him with its fart.

At that moment, Bibi Dong, her face dark, finally erupted. She had already been burning with rage because Wang Jingyu had rejected her proposal.

But in order to build a good relationship with Wang Jingyu and gather intelligence, she had kept herself from flying into a rage.

Yet Yu Xiaogang had foolishly stepped forward, claiming that he wanted to teach Wang Jingyu, who didn't know his place, a lesson.

Yu Xiaogang himself was a worthless bum with barely over level 20 Soul Power, yet he dared call someone else ignorant of his limits?

Who knew where this guy got his courage from.

Bibi Dong took a swift step forward and rushed before Luo Sanpao. She viciously kicked its round belly just as it was about to fart, forcing it to hold the fart back in.

A martial soul's fate was linked to its master's. After Luo Sanpao was kicked hard by Bibi Dong, it writhed on the ground in pain.

Yu Xiaogang, who had been so aggressive moments ago, clutched his stomach in agony as well. Sweat covered his head as he howled miserably.

But Bibi Dong did not stop. She repeatedly stomped Luo Sanpao's belly, as though venting all the frustration she had suffered from Wang Jingyu onto it.

The spectators present looked at one another in dismay at Bibi Dong's brutal "abuse" of Luo Sanpao and Yu Xiaogang.

As the commotion grew increasingly serious, it alerted the person in charge of the Great Soul Arena.

To prevent a malicious killing from occurring within the Great Soul Arena, its manager hurriedly dispatched a number of arena guards, intending to separate the two sides.

In their eyes, anyone who dared cause trouble inside the Great Soul Arena was like carrying a lantern into a latrine—courting death.

As more and more Great Soul Arena guards gathered around, the members of Spirit Hall who had accompanied Bibi Dong also closed in around her to support her.

Before the Great Soul Arena manager could speak, Ju Douluo, who was responsible for Bibi Dong's safety, blocked him and displayed Spirit Hall's Elder Token.

"She is the Saintess of our hall. Try touching even a hair on her head. We would not mind making the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena disappear forever."

The moment the arena manager saw the token in the Spirit Hall elder's hand, his expression changed instantly.

Spirit Hall was one of the strongest forces on the entire Douluo Continent. Given Spirit Hall's immense influence, the manager understood that their Saintess was not someone to be trifled with.

But likewise, the Great Soul Arena was no insignificant force. It had been jointly established by the seven most prestigious soul master families across the continent.

There were many Great Soul Arenas like this in both the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire.

If they simply stood by and watched a guest get beaten to death in the Suotuo City Great Soul Arena without rescuing him—

It would undoubtedly be equivalent to grinding the dignity of those seven families into the ground.

After some hesitation, the Great Soul Arena manager cautiously asked Ju Douluo and Bibi Dong.

"My two lords from Spirit Hall, could you perhaps do this lowly one a favor and refrain from causing trouble within the Great Soul Arena?

Otherwise, if someone is beaten to death, it will be difficult for our Great Soul Arena as well. We will have no choice but to forcibly ask you all to leave the arena..."

Bibi Dong knew where the line was. Though she was Spirit Hall's Saintess and held an exalted status within the Holy Hall—

She could not abuse that status to cause trouble at will. Otherwise, even with her lofty standing, she would inevitably be punished upon returning to the Holy Hall.

Unwillingly, she gave Luo Sanpao one final kick to the stomach, then fixed Yu Xiaogang with a pair of beautiful eyes filled with killing intent.

"I have warned you many times already. Don't call me Dong'er, and don't meddle in my affairs!

This is my final warning. If you still can't remember it, I won't mind killing you next time!"

After delivering her threat, Bibi Dong stormed away in a huff, leaving everyone staring at one another.

After nodding courteously to the arena manager, Ju Douluo led his subordinates after Bibi Dong.

Just as Wang Jingyu was about to return to his seat to watch the match, he heard Yu Xiaogang's half-dead voice.

"Cough, cough... Kid, what exactly did you say to my Dong'er? Why has Dong'er's attitude toward me changed so drastically?

I know it was you. It had to be you. Otherwise, how could my Dong'er possibly treat me... Cough, cough..."

Yu Xiaogang coughed repeatedly and spat out a mouthful of blood onto the ground.

Wang Jingyu looked down at him as though he were an idiot and said calmly.

"Before today, I had never even met you, much less discussed you with her.

Believe it or not, that's all I have to say. As for why your Dong'er suddenly changed her heart and fell for me... well, it's probably because I'm more handsome than you. Very likely."

Wang Jingyu struck a pose he considered handsome. After sensing everyone's strange looks, he resumed a serious expression and headed back toward his seat.

"Kid, just you wait! Don't think you can get cocky just because Dong'er keeps protecting you.

The humiliation of today will be repaid tenfold by me, Yu Xiaogang, someday!"

Yu Xiaogang glared at Wang Jingyu's retreating back and angrily spat out his threat. Then, due to the severity of his injuries, he fainted.

Wang Jingyu was amused by Yu Xiaogang's idiotic words.

The guy had been humiliated and beaten but did not dare seek revenge against Bibi Dong or Spirit Hall. He only dared vent his dissatisfaction on Wang Jingyu. It was truly laughable.

Wang Jingyu turned back toward the arena manager and made a series of exaggerated facial expressions at him.

"My suggestion is, if you don't want anyone dying in the Great Soul Arena, you should hurry and find someone to throw him out. Otherwise, with such a noisy guy in the Great Soul Arena..."

"I'm afraid it wasn't just that girl who wanted to kill him. Even I wanted to send him to see the King of Hell."

Wang Jingyu's reminder made the arena manager nod repeatedly.

He could tell that the guy lying on the ground liked the Saintess of Spirit Hall, but he was clearly a toad dreaming of swan meat.

The Saintess of Spirit Hall had no interest in him whatsoever. Instead, she seemed interested in the man before her, so the toad lying on the ground had taken out his resentment on the other man.

Such behavior was not only childish but also disgusting. No wonder he had been brutally beaten by the Saintess of Spirit Hall. He was simply an old man swallowing arsenic—tired of living.

After Wang Jingyu left, the Great Soul Arena manager sent several arena guards to carry Yu Xiaogang out of the Great Soul Arena.

To keep the guy from dying outside the Great Soul Arena, they even specifically sent a Healing Spirit Master from the arena to treat his injuries.

Only after Yu Xiaogang's wounds had been mostly healed did they feel at ease tossing him by the roadside.

Seeing his ragged clothes and blood spilling from his mouth, some passersby took pity on him and tossed a silver coin in front of him.

One after another, more passersby threw money beside him. Before long, the coins piled up before him like a small mountain, drawing the jealous eyes of quite a few beggars...