"What's going on?"
"Why does Jin Feng seem weaker today than he was yesterday?"
"Could that move yesterday have drained too much from him, leaving him still unable to recover and stuck in a weakened state?"
"That actually seems possible when you put it that way."
"A soul skill that can instantly make a detached Martial Soul five or six times larger must consume an enormous amount of Soul Power!"
"Otherwise, there's no way a six-ring Soul Emperor could hold off the Golden Horned Behemoth for this long. It can't be that Jin Feng is deliberately holding back!"
"Why can't it be because Qian Renxue is strong?"
"After all, Qian Renxue is a genuine level 66 Soul Emperor who cultivated her strength herself. She can't be compared to Tang San, that pseudo Soul Sage who was forcibly boosted by the Soul Power of six teammates."
"..."
In front of the Pope's Palace.
Watching the battle on the spirit fighting platform.
Bibi Dong's delicate brows were slightly furrowed as well. She could not figure out what was going on with Jin Feng, and she muttered to herself, "Did Jin Feng expend too much yesterday?"
"Or is he deliberately showing weakness..."
"If he really has overexerted himself, then with the hidden trump cards Na'er and Xie Yue have kept concealed until now, along with Qian Renxue's strength as a six-ring Soul Emperor, the champion of this Soul Master tournament may still be Spirit Hall's."
Just as a glimmer of hope that Spirit Hall would win arose in Bibi Dong's heart.
On the spirit fighting platform.
Faced with the fierce assault of the Golden Generation's three members.
Dai Weisi, seeing that the Golden Horned Behemoth had still failed to defeat Qian Renxue, began to grow anxious as well.
"Zhu Zhuyun!"
He first punched