This Isn't a Match at All-It's Naked Murder!

"Now, you each have one minute to prepare!!"

Seeing that the atmosphere in the arena had already reached its peak, the referee hurriedly raised his voice.

The clear command, carried by Soul Power, spread to every corner of the Spirit Dueling Arena, attempting to suppress the faintly boiling unrest.

"Brothers, summon your martial souls!"

As captain, Dai Mubai was the first to release his martial soul and spirit rings.

In an instant, phantoms of martial souls in every color blossomed across the arena.

Yellow and purple spirit rings hovered around their waists, dazzling beneath the lights and drawing hushed cries from the stands.

In contrast, the Spirit Hall Team seemed indescribably strange at this moment.

Hu Liena, Yan, and Bai Bing of the Four Great Vajras retreated toward the edge of the arena at the same time, as if they had arranged it beforehand.

In the center of the vast arena, only four people remained in the blink of an eye.

Three "filler" teammates with utterly ordinary auras, as unremarkable as background props, and Xie Yue, who stood quietly with a cold aura swirling around him.

"What do you mean by this?! Are you looking down on our Slime Team?"

Dai Mubai immediately flew into a rage, and the Soul Power around him began to stir.

"Looking down on you?"

"Two mere Soul Ancestors leading a team, while the rest are only soul masters who barely qualify to compete. Why should we think highly of you?"

Bai Lan stepped half a pace forward, her tone as calm as if she were stating something utterly insignificant.

"You're courting death!"

Dai Mubai was thoroughly enraged by her contemptuous attitude.

His chest heaved violently, and his furious roar made the air around them tremble.

"Hehe, how ignorant."

A mocking curve formed at the