Young Master of Fate's Martial Soul: The Compassionate Primordial Spirit That Makes All Things Grow

"Look!"

Ning Rongrong suddenly tugged at her sleeve, her voice full of excitement. "That bastard finally showed up!"

Young Master of Fate followed her gaze. At the entrance to the staging area, Zhao Linchuan and Xiao Wu were walking in, each supporting one of two people.

Yanzi, Lingling?

The two were practically being carried along. Their legs were weak, and they could barely stand.

Dugu Yan was draped over Zhao Linchuan, her cheeks flushed crimson, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes, and her lips swollen and red.

Ye Lingling was hardly any better. Supported by Xiao Wu, she trembled with every step, exhaustion plain on her normally cool face.

Young Master of Fate watched the scene. A faintly inscrutable glimmer passed through her clear violet eyes.

"Heh." She let out a sound that could have been a laugh or the faintest sigh.

Then she looked away and paid them no further attention.

Next, she fixed her gaze on the so-called "opponents." Soul Power surged around her, and emerald-green light poured from her body like a rising tide, spreading in an instant until it nearly filled the entire Soul Fighting Arena.

The light was pure and warm, brimming with the breath of life. It made one feel as though they had stepped into a forest in spring.

At that moment, a phantom slowly solidified behind her.

It was a gigantic beast, its entire body a deep green, resembling a tall and powerful ancient spirit deer.

It was nearly twelve feet long and over ten feet tall. Its form combined strength and grace, its limbs long and sturdy, and its pupils glittered like crystals forged from gold beneath the flowing light.

Its antlers were white as jade, with a faint moonlight shimmering across them.

Pale, moon-white spirit markings grew