Bibi Dong gazed at Lin Ya, who stood before her calm and composed. Her beautiful, icy face tightened as she clenched her teeth, her heart churning with overwhelming resentment and fury.
"Lin Ya, if we keep fighting, I'm afraid neither of us will benefit. Why don't we fight another day?"
"Sure. Another day, then." Lin Ya looked completely indifferent.
Another day?
Give you five years, Bibi Dong, and you'll go from level 97 to level 99 at most!
Give me five years, and I, Lin Ya, will definitely go from level 72 to level 99!
The longer this takes, the more it'll work in my favor.
Seeing that Lin Ya and Bibi Dong were about to stop, the Star Luo Emperor also let out a sigh of relief. He had done it on purpose.
A Titled Douluo was still human. If he wanted to, he could absolutely keep all these people here.
But Titled Douluos were far too powerful. If they tried to escape, there was no way he could stop them.
Now that all three sides had stopped fighting, they were back to a three-way standoff. That was the best possible outcome for Star Luo.
The Star Luo Emperor was pleased, but Bibi Dong certainly wasn't. She looked at Lin Ya and suddenly spoke.
"Five years from now, the next Soul Master Tournament will be hosted by our Spirit Hall. I want to see you there."
"Then you'd better make the reward generous. Otherwise, I might not bother going," Lin Ya said calmly.
"Don't worry."
Bibi Dong gave a cold, derisive laugh, clinging to the last of her pride. "The foundations of my Spirit Hall are beyond anything the Star Luo Empire can match. I won't disappoint you."
The Star Luo Emperor: "..."
So after fighting, I still have