Dugu Yan wore a look of absolute confidence, and Xu Qianqian could only sigh as two black ten-thousand-year soul rings slowly rose beneath her feet.
"Martial Soul: Chronicle of Time. Soul Power Level: 29. Probably a control-type."
"Bl-black ten-thousand-year soul rings? Th-this is impossible!" Dugu Yan instinctively looked toward Dugu Bo, who had just stepped out of the house. "Grandpa, you tricked me!"
"Yanyan, you agreed to the bet. Isn't Qianqian level 29?" Dugu Bo stroked his beard, his voice mild. "Don't tell me you're scared, Yanyan?"
What a blatant provocation. Even Xu Qianqian could not help criticizing him inwardly.
If Dugu Bo kept provoking her like this, Dugu Yan might refuse to honor the bet even if she lost.
"Um, Sister Dugu Yan, how about we forget it?"
"Hmph, no."
Dugu Yan gritted her teeth. Her Jade Phosphorous Serpent Martial Soul spread a purple mist that rapidly expanded toward Xu Qianqian.
"Third Soul Skill—Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison."
Watching the purple mist draw ever closer, Xu Qianqian sighed softly.
"First Soul Skill—Thousand Winds."
Wind elements surged, and violent gusts rose around Xu Qianqian.
As though obeying a command, the gales deliberately pushed into the poisonous mist formed by the Jade Phosphorous Purple Poison, sweeping it into the sky and scattering it.
The remaining wind elements encircled Dugu Yan, forming a ring-shaped wall of wind that trapped her completely.
"Damn it! She broke my thousand-year soul skill so easily." Dugu Yan was deeply unwilling to accept it. At the thought of being separated from Yu Tianheng, her resentment only intensified.
"First Soul Skill, Second Soul Skill..."
Dugu Yan released soul skills without pause, but whenever they touched the emerald wind wall, they were absorbed, then swept into the air and dispersed.
This continued for more than ten minutes before Dugu Yan