Yao Feng scratched his head and returned to the VIP seats, deliberately avoiding the Jia Ma Holy Emperor. When he saw the admiring looks on the faces of Nalan Jie and the other old men, several black lines appeared on his forehead. His gaze swept toward Yao Ye, whose eyes happened to meet his. Yao Ye snorted coldly and turned away.
Yao Yue waved her little fist at Yao Feng, putting on a threatening expression. Yao Feng sat down helplessly, only to see Zhou Tong secretly give him a thumbs-up. Yao Feng immediately rolled his eyes at him.
He had actually taken advantage of a princess in front of so many people, especially with the Jia Ma Holy Emperor present. Though it was only a misunderstanding, Yao Feng had a bad feeling about it.
Forget it. Soldiers come, generals block; water comes, earth dams. I refuse to believe they can do anything to me.
Since he could not avoid it, Yao Feng simply stopped worrying and focused on the arena where Nalan Yanran was. The battle there had already reached a fever pitch.
Nalan Yanran moved nimbly around Ouyang Ke, striking out with a palm from time to time, only for every attack to be blocked.
Ouyang Ke's Dou Qi was green and radiated a toxic glow. It was said that Poison Masters grew up immersed in poison, and their Dou Qi gradually transformed into poisonous Dou Qi after being steeped in toxic liquids for so long, making it far stranger and more troublesome than ordinary Dou Qi.
However, Poison Masters' bodies were constantly eroded by toxins, so their lifespans were generally short. To survive, they had to cultivate to the Dou Wang realm to eliminate the harm caused by the poison. Thus, although most Poison Masters might not possess