Beating Up Ma Xiaotao

Beating Up Ma Xiaotao

The moment Feng Tianyu revealed his Soul Ring configuration, even the proudest Inner Court students had no choice but to lower their haughty heads.

Having just entered the Inner Court, Feng Tianyu had already established himself. As the news spread, not a single Inner Court student dared look down on him.

After Feng Tianyu settled into the Inner Court, he found its management relatively relaxed, with no strict course requirements. Every day, he cultivated Reign Over the World, gradually mastering the Self-Created Soul Skill Mu En had passed down to him.

That day, while Feng Tianyu was in his wooden cabin, he sensed a scorching presence lingering outside.

"Ma Xiaotao—"

Yes, Feng Tianyu was no stranger to this scorching aura. It came from Ma Xiaotao.

Feng Tianyu rose, walked to the door, and opened it. Seeing Ma Xiaotao in her vibrant red dress, he asked bluntly, "What do you want with me?"

Compared to several years ago, Ma Xiaotao had become even more mature and alluring. Beneath her long, wavy crimson hair was a stubborn face with a faintly wicked air. "Tianyu—junior, I've already heard from my teacher. The Inner Court's higher-ups intend to have you take my place in this Continental Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament."

"You really are stronger than me. A Soul Emperor with two hundred-thousand-year Soul Rings... I don't know how you did it, but I refuse to accept it. I've prepared for this Soul Master Tournament for a full five years."

Ma Xiaotao's voice rose, sharp and shrill, as though flames blazed within her eyes. "I absolutely cannot miss this! This is my last chance to participate in the Soul Master Tournament. I challenge you! As long as I can defeat you, the Inner Court's higher-ups will definitely change their minds.