I Just Signed Up for the Martial Arts Matchmaking, and Now the Ghost Emperor Has His Eye on Me
"Master, would you be willing to enter the Matchmaking Conference?"
Compared to the two furious dragons,
Bi Ji was clearly much calmer.
If they barged in and snatched her away by force, they would certainly cause a huge commotion.
That would affect Gu Yuena as well.
Everything would become complicated and impossible to control.
The best solution now was to have the man before them enter the Martial Arts Matchmaking.
Then claim first place fair and square!
"Bi Ji!"
Hearing this, Di Tian instantly calmed down.
They couldn't panic when trouble arose!
They had to find the best solution.
Bi Ji was a high-ranking member of the Spirit Pagoda, after all.
Using her status to arrange a contestant's entry would be no problem at all.
And even if they were exposed in the end, that Old Thief Qiangu surely wouldn't be able to defeat the Vanguard Titan.
They were already in an invincible position.
But if they could be courteous before resorting to force and rescue Gu Yuena,
wouldn't that be the best outcome?
After all, at this critical moment,
it wasn't suitable to let open conflict erupt between humanity and the Soul Beasts!
"Master, are you willing to help us with this?"
Seeing that Di Tian had calmed down too, Bi Ji pleaded once more.
The situation had arisen so suddenly
that they couldn't find a better option right away.
They could only place all their hopes in the man before them!
"Sure. I've never entered the Martial Arts Matchmaking before. I might as well go have some fun with them."
Honestly, Luo Feng was curious about this Martial Arts Matchmaking, too!
What he'd read in the novel and what he was experiencing firsthand were completely different things!
Besides, Gu Yuena was the prize. That alone was more than enough to tempt him!
"That's wonderful. I'll take you to register in a moment. Sorry for the trouble, but could you put this mecha away first?"
"No problem. I'm already at the Limit Douluo level, anyway. I can deal with those competitors with one hand!"
In the original story,
none of the contestants
had been anywhere near the level of a Limit Douluo.
At this point, even without BT, and without using a single Soul Skill,
Luo Feng could easily crush those youngsters with nothing but his level-99 Limit Douluo body.
Even if Qiangu Dongfeng himself entered the contest, he might not be able to gain the upper hand against him.
This was a sure-win deal.
He'd just play along with them for a bit.
"Bi Ji, I'll leave everything to you from here!"
Seeing the man before him nod, even Di Tian's tone turned much gentler.
Nearby, Zi JI looked utterly compliant as well.
After all, anything concerning Gu Yuena was a major matter for every Soul Beast on Douluo Planet.
Soon,
after changing back into his human form, Luo Feng followed Bi Ji to the registration area.
Since the beautiful woman held a token from the Spirit Pagoda's inner circle,
they didn't need to go through any preliminary rounds.
They were ushered straight into a VIP room.
"My lord, here is your entry form. Please enter your name!"
Soon, everything was ready.
Luo Feng used his real name.
There were plenty of people with the same name on Douluo Continent, anyway.
There was no need to worry about anyone discovering anything suspicious.
And with Bi Ji right beside him, no one else would dare ask questions!
"You can all leave. I still have things to discuss with the contestant. Don't disturb us unless necessary!"
After helping him fill out all the forms,
Bi Ji sent the guards away.
Once the door closed,
Di Tian's Soul Spirit appeared again.
"Damn the Spirit Pagoda! Why can't I sense our lord's bloodline?"
It was obvious!
The Spirit Pagoda wasn't somewhere just anyone could barge into.
Old Thief Qiangu had locked Gu Yuena up by herself.
And since the Silver Dragon King couldn't reveal her identity just yet, she had no choice but to endure it for the time being.
They would probably have to wait until the actual competition before the people in charge let Gu Yuena out!
"Don't worry. This is no trouble for me. I'll definitely bring your Dragon King back!"
It was the first time Luo Feng had seen Di Tian so nervous.
But he might not have noticed yet.
Ever since he had just entered the city, a pair of eyes had already been watching him from behind.
In a corner of the Spirit Pagoda Headquarters' extravagantly luxurious, bustling matchmaking registration hall,
a "young talent" dressed in a meticulously tailored white aristocratic suit, his face somewhat pale yet exceptionally handsome,
held a glass of red wine and leaned against a marble column, seemingly without a care in the world.
His appearance perfectly fit the image of a top-tier young nobleman, born to an illustrious family and blessed with extraordinary talent.
But if anyone could see through to the essence of his soul, they would be horrified to discover
that beneath this youthful, vibrant skin,
hid a terrifying old ghost, reeking of rotting corpses and wrapped in countless vengeful spirits!
He was none other than the Ghost Emperor, one of the Holy Spirit Cult's absolute core members, alongside its leader, the two monarchs, and the Four Heavenly Kings!
He had infiltrated the Spirit Pagoda today
first to sabotage Qiangu Dongfeng's scheme to use this opportunity to unite the continent's factions;
second, to sow chaos at the matchmaking conference.
If he could seize the chance to abduct the Silver Dragon Princess, this perfect "flesh cauldron," and offer her to the Demon Empress, the Holy Spirit Cult's grand plan would be complete!
But just a moment ago, when Luo Feng followed Bi Ji into the VIP room,
the hand holding the wineglass suddenly trembled beyond his control!
"Crack!"
The sturdy crystal goblet crumbled into powder, crushed by a wisp of Soul Power that escaped him unconsciously.
Dark red wine dripped from his pale fingers, like blood.
"This... this aura..."
The Ghost Emperor hurriedly lowered his head and wiped his hand with a handkerchief.
But beneath his fringe, his eyes were already surging with a terrifying storm!
"There's no mistaking it! It's the Underworld Emperor's [Ultimate Undead Grudge Seal]!"
The Holy Spirit Cult's upper ranks shared an extremely secret soul-sense.
In the microsecond when the God-Slaying Cannon's level-twelve blast completely erased the Underworld Emperor in the Star Dou Great Forest,
he had once poured everything into unleashing a venomous curse mark.
Though that mark had nearly vanished in the annihilation of antimatter,
a faint trace of its destructive aftertaste still lingered on Luo Feng—a trace only Evil Soul Masters like the Ghost Emperor, who specialized in souls, could detect!
"It was him! That harmless-looking kid killed the Underworld Emperor!"
The Ghost Emperor's heart convulsed wildly.
What kind of strength did the Underworld Emperor possess? He was a level-99 Limit Demigod, and he wielded the nascent Super Divine Artifact, the Underworld King Sword!
Someone of that caliber shouldn't have been left without even a single soul fragment, not even if the Demon Empress herself had acted.
Yet this young man had done it!
"A monster... He's definitely a monster wearing human skin!"
The Ghost Emperor took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the urge to turn and run.
He had lived for centuries, and his greatest skills were patience and making others do his killing for him.
"Heh heh heh... This is interesting."
The Ghost Emperor's lips curled into an incredibly sinister smile as he frantically plotted in his mind.
"Old fox Qiangu Dongfeng thinks he's laid a perfect net throughout the Spirit Pagoda.
He wants to use the Martial Arts Matchmaking to toy with all the continent's geniuses as if they were in the palm of his hand."
"But what a pity. He never imagined that he'd invited an ancient Ferocious Beast capable of turning the entire Spirit Pagoda upside down!"