Great Soul Arena

The carriage moved slowly along the main street of Heaven Dou City. Gu Qingshan lifted a corner of the curtain, his gaze sweeping aimlessly over the shops and pedestrians on both sides of the street.

What a bustling city!

When the carriage passed a massive building, his gaze paused for a moment.

The structure occupied a vast area and was oval in shape with an open top; the roar of sound emanating from within could be heard even outside the main entrance.

Shouts, cheers, curses, and screams intertwined to form a roar that sent adrenaline surging, filled with a primitive, wild energy.

Great Soul Arena of Heaven Dou City.

Having transmigrated to Douluo Continent for so many years, Gu Qingshan had surprisingly never visited a Soul Fighting Platform.

Since he was passing by today, there was no harm in going in to take a look.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, let's go in and have a look."

Yue Guan followed Gu Qingshan's gaze toward the arena and smiled slightly. "Your Highness Holy Son has a refined interest."

He sighed inwardly. He had been following Gu Qingshan for several years now and had almost never seen this young man display any emotional fluctuations expected of a youth.

He always wore an expression as if the sky collapsing had nothing to do with him, appearing even more composed than a hundred-year-old man.

Coming to the arena to play was fine; at the very least, it would let the Holy Son experience the atmosphere of the youth.

Gui Mei did not speak, merely fulfilling his duty as a guard, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Soon, Yue Guan secured a private box on the second floor of the arena, which was well-positioned, facing the Soul Fighting Platform directly.

Gu Qingshan sat down on the sofa, crossed his legs, took a Blue Silver Leaf from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and took a chew.

Bai Chenxiang stood before the floor-to-ceiling window, her eyes fixed on the Soul Fighting Platform, eager to try.

She turned to look at Gu Qingshan, her lips moving as if to speak, but she closed them again.

"If you want to go, then go."

Bai Chenxiang's eyes lit up instantly.

"Really?"

"Mm."

Bai Chenxiang turned and walked toward the door, but after two steps, she stopped and looked back at Gu Qingshan.

"Your Highness Holy Son, if I lose, will I lose face for you?"

Gu Qingshan looked at her with amusement: "You are considered a little genius, after all; why so little confidence?"

Bai Chenxiang scratched her head in embarrassment. The Speed Clan had been through such miserable times over the years that it had left her lacking confidence.

A moment later, as the previous soul fight concluded.

The host's voice rang out: "Next, for the eleventh match of the day, Ma Hongjun... versus... Yan Zi!"

In the box, Gu Qingshan's chewing of the Blue Silver Leaf paused.

Ma Hongjun, that fatty from the Shrek Seven Devils—why was he here?

Were the rest of the Shrek group here as well?

Soon, both sides entered the arena.

It was indeed that fatty, his round belly stretching his clothes until they were bulging, his striking red mohawk making him look somewhat comical.

The moment Ma Hongjun saw Bai Chenxiang, his eyes went straight, and drool leaked from the corner of his mouth.

The beautiful young girl before him had a tall, well-proportioned figure, wore her hair in twin tails, and her light cyan dress revealed a section of slender, straight calves.

A cloth belt of the same color was tied around her waist, knotted into a bow at the side, making her already slender waist appear even more delicate and graspable.

Good heavens!

Cute and sexy!

That waist was truly lethal!

And those legs...

Ma Hongjun felt as if his heart had been struck by something; he felt he had fallen in love.

At this moment, the host displayed the information for both sides.

"Ma Hongjun, Martial Soul Evil Fire Phoenix, thirty-sixth-level Assault System Soul Elder!"

"Yan Zi, Martial Soul Sharp-Tailed Rain Swallow, thirty-ninth-level Agility System Soul Elder!"

A low gasp erupted from the audience; thirty-ninth level against thirty-sixth level was no small gap.

But that so-called Evil Fire Phoenix sounded formidable; after all, any soul martial soul related to phoenixes or dragons was never simple.

This match had plenty of variables—it would be worth watching!

Ma Hongjun wore a lecherous expression, wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and grinned.

"Little Sister Yan Zi, your waist is truly thin; I could grasp it with one hand."

Bai Chenxiang frowned slightly, her purple eyes turning a few degrees colder.

"Dead fatty, who are you calling little sister?"

Ma Hongjun didn't mind at all; he stepped forward and patted his round belly with his right hand.

"Calling you, little sister Yan Zi. Look at you, so pretty, why come to the Soul Fighting Platform? This place is so dangerous. If you get hurt, brother will be heartbroken."

Bai Chenxiang's brows furrowed even tighter, and she glared fiercely at Ma Hongjun.

"I'd like to see if your mouth is as sharp as your martial soul."

Ma Hongjun burst into laughter, sounding like a quacking fat duck.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

A crimson line of fire shot from Ma Hongjun's palm. The beam was as thin as a finger, but its temperature was shockingly high, distorting the air wherever it passed.

A pair of white wings appeared behind Bai Chenxiang. Her body left an afterimage in place, while her true self had already appeared several yards away.

"Too slow."

Ma Hongjun's eyes lit up: "Not bad speed, little sister."

"Third Soul Skill, Phoenix Wings Soaring!"

Flames condensed behind his back, and a pair of crimson fiery wings unfurled.

With a flap of his wings, his body sprang from the ground, his speed nearly doubling as he carved an arc through the air to pounce on Bai Chenxiang.

Bai Chenxiang's figure flickered continuously across the Soul Fighting Platform; Ma Hongjun couldn't catch up to her at all.

Her speed was too fast, and his second soul skill, Bathing Phoenix, could not lock onto her.

"Little sister Yan Zi, don't run!"

Ma Hongjun grew anxious; after all, flight skills consumed a massive amount of soul power.

"I'm not running, I'm walking a dog."

Bai Chenxiang's figure stopped in the center of the Soul Fighting Platform.

Ma Hongjun's expression changed, his smile froze, and his temper flared.

"Second Soul Skill, Bathing Phoenix!"

A layer of phoenix flames covered his body, significantly boosting his attributes and enhancing the power of his first soul skill, Phoenix Fire Line.

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

"First Soul Skill, Phoenix Fire Line!"

Ma Hongjun went all in!

Multiple consecutive beams of fire shot from his palm, pouring down onto the Soul Fighting Platform like a meteor shower, covering the entire stage with almost no blind spots.

Bai Chenxiang looked up at the fire lines descending from the sky. Her body spun rapidly in place, her skirt fluttering as she turned, revealing the straight, fair, and toned legs that had been mostly hidden by her long dress.

As she spun, her body became like a cyan whirlwind, weaving through the gaps in the fire lines.

Her sleeve was scorched, and a few strands of her hair were singed, but she had indeed dodged Ma Hongjun's outburst.

Ma Hongjun's breathing grew ragged, sweat beaded on his forehead, and the glow of his fiery wings began to dim.

His soul power was nearly exhausted.

Bai Chenxiang's figure appeared behind Ma Hongjun. Her right leg traced an arc in the air, kicking him squarely in the lower back.

Ma Hongjun's fat body plummeted from the air, slammed into the Soul Fighting Platform, bounced once, rolled a few times, and tumbled off the stage.

The referee raised his right hand at the perfect moment.

"Yan Zi, wins!"