A week passed in the blink of an eye.
With the fourth Arena Tournament about to begin, all the Soul Masters eagerly awaited it.
Winning even one battle in the Arena Tournament not only earned rewards but also brought fame and glory.
For many people, that was an irresistible goal.
Especially for the young generation, so proud and ambitious.
Every one of them wanted to shine before the whole continent, bringing glory to themselves and their factions.
Soon...
The Heavenly Ranking began announcing new information.
[Fourth individual match: Random pairing!] [Two participants successfully selected!] [Dragon Emperor Douluo Long Xiaoyao vs. Spider Emperor Douluo Bibi Dong.]
"Interesting. Looks like this Arena Tournament will be quite a spectacle."
A smile tugged at Su Yu's lips.
Whether it was Long Xiaoyao or Bibi Dong,
both were hugely influential figures.
First, Bibi Dong!
Bibi Dong was a woman who had one foot in the realm of the gods.
A mere twitch of her foot could make every faction tremble with fear.
After all, no one could match Bibi Dong's madness.
Even the Evil Soul Masters had never considered destroying the continent.
But Bibi Dong had wanted to destroy all of Douluo Continent.
It wasn't hard to see from this that Bibi Dong was not only insane but terrifyingly powerful.
Without overwhelming strength, how could Bibi Dong have ever imagined destroying the entire continent?
As for Long Xiaoyao, he was a peak figure of the Peerless Tang Sect era.
Long Xiaoyao and Mu En were known together as the Black and White Twin Holy Dragons.
To describe just how powerful he was in one sentence: he could bring down a nation.
Long Xiaoyao deserved at least half the credit for the fall of the Holy Soul Empire.
Du Busi had even been forced by Long Xiaoyao to self-destruct.
For Ye Xishui, Long Xiaoyao had willingly joined the Holy Spirit Cult and was ready to do anything.
Now, Ye Xishui had been killed in an instant by Qian Daoliu, and her Soul Spirit had been fused with Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Long Xiaoyao surely harbored a deep grudge against Spirit Hall.
Su Yu didn't need to guess to know that Bibi Dong was in for a rough time.
Long Xiaoyao would surely unleash all the pent-up fury in his heart on Bibi Dong.
When the two top powerhouses clashed, it would be an absolute crowd-pleaser!
As for which side Su Yu would bet on,
naturally, it was Long Xiaoyao.
Bibi Dong's current strength was still limited by the divine trial.
At most, she could bring out the fighting strength of a Level 98 Title Douluo.
And her Second Martial Soul still hadn't received all its new Soul Rings.
Right now, Bibi Dong was absolutely no match for Long Xiaoyao.
Long Xiaoyao had a full set of Soul Rings and a complete set of Soul Bones.
On top of that, Long Xiaoyao had Dual Soul Cores.
Whether in explosive power or staying power, he was superior to Bibi Dong.
Until Bibi Dong became a god, she would never defeat Long Xiaoyao.
"I've finally got my turn!"
"Spirit Hall, prepare to face my boundless wrath."
The Holy Spirit Cult!
Long Xiaoyao stared at the name Bibi Dong, his teeth clenched in hatred.
Back then, Ye Xishui had been killed in an instant.
Long Xiaoyao had been powerless to help from outside the arena.
He had promised to protect Ye Xishui.
But he had failed to keep that promise.
No one knew the pain in Long Xiaoyao's heart.
He was like a useless husband, forced to watch the woman he loved be slaughtered by Spirit Hall.
And now, he finally had a chance to avenge Ye Xishui.
No matter the cost, Long Xiaoyao would make Bibi Dong die.
"Uncle Long, you have to kill that bitch Bibi Dong."
"Mother's revenge is in your hands."
Zhongli Wu's hatred for Spirit Hall was no less than Long Xiaoyao's.
Whenever he thought of how he had lost to Qian Xunji, that stepping stone,
he felt utterly humiliated.
Spirit Hall had left him and Ye Xishui one crippled, the other dead. They would never share the same sky again.
Spirit Hall had to pay for it in blood.
And Bibi Dong's death would be the Holy Spirit Cult's retaliation against Spirit Hall.
The Holy Spirit Cult had lost its Supreme Pontiff Emeritus, so Spirit Hall had to lose an emperor, too.
Long Xiaoyao walked slowly toward the teleportation passage.
He kept his murderous intent hidden beneath the darkness.
Meanwhile...
Bibi Dong looked up at the arena standing high in the void.
A confident smile flickered across her lips.
"It's finally my turn!"
"Today is the day I become a god."
Bibi Dong was exhilarated.
As long as she won this match,
perhaps she could become a god on the spot, just like Qian Daoliu.
Under her original plan,
Bibi Dong would need at least several more years to become a god.
And during that time, she would have to make plenty of arrangements.
But now, a shortcut lay right before her.
All she had to do was beat Long Xiaoyao.
Then the time it took her to become a god would be drastically shortened.
How could Bibi Dong pass that up?
She would give it her all and crush Long Xiaoyao utterly.
"Xiao San, listen to me."
"If you bet on Bibi Dong this time, you absolutely won't lose."
Yu Xiaogang watched Bibi Dong's peerless figure and spoke with absolute certainty.
Yu Xiaogang knew very well how strong Bibi Dong was.
She was the most talented woman he had ever met.
Bibi Dong was also the first genius to successfully cultivate Twin Martial Souls.
No matter how outstanding Long Xiaoyao might be in the future,
Yu Xiaogang could say with complete certainty that Bibi Dong wouldn't lose.
"Teacher, gambling is a road with no return."
"Don't go down the wrong path."
Tang San wouldn't listen to Yu Xiaogang's analysis even if he were beaten to death.
He'd already been burned twice.
If he kept following Yu Xiaogang's advice, Tang San might never break through to Soul Elder in his entire life.
Gangzi's words were just like Luo Sanpao: all hot air.
"Xiao San, it's only gambling when the outcome is uncertain."
"When you already know how the battle will end, that's like picking money up off the ground."
"Listen to me and go all in."
"I guarantee you'll win a fortune."
Yu Xiaogang spoke with absolute conviction.
If his Soul Power and Martial Soul hadn't already been wiped out,
Yu Xiaogang would have bet on Bibi Dong long ago.
He had an inexplicable confidence in her.
Tang San showed no sign of wavering.
Yu Xiaogang always thumped his chest and made guarantees.
But the outcome never turned out the way he wanted.
Tang San would never believe Yu Xiaogang's nonsense again.
"Xiao San, I'm only saying this for your own good."
"Don't disappoint your teacher's good intentions."
Yu Xiaogang was getting anxious.
If Tang San hadn't promised to take him to retire in the Divine Realm someday,
Yu Xiaogang wouldn't have bothered telling him about such an easy way to make money.
"Teacher, I think it's better to keep my feet on the ground and cultivate."
Tang San refused to change his mind.
To be honest, he wanted to bet on Long Xiaoyao just to go against him.
Yu Xiaogang always managed to steer clear of the right answer.
Tang San admired Yu Xiaogang's ability to be wrong every single time.
"Foolish child, you've let a great opportunity slip right through your fingers."
Seeing how firm Tang San was, Yu Xiaogang could only sigh helplessly.
He didn't even know how to scold him for failing to seize such a wonderful opportunity.
Once Bibi Dong won this battle, Tang San would realize just how foolish his stubbornness had been.
"Gangzi the deadweight wants to rip me off again."
"This time, I won't fall for it."
Tang San snorted and quietly settled in to watch the show.
Cultivating Soul Power wasn't easy for him.
He couldn't afford to let Yu Xiaogang keep dragging him down.