Just Wanted to Eat My Grilled Fish

"Purple, purple, purple, black."

The moment Zhou Yi saw Mu Feng's soul rings, her mind went blank. A twelve-year-old Soul Ancestor with an unprecedented soul ring configuration was simply horrifying.

When Mu Feng's dazzling Angel Martial Soul spread its wings behind him, Class One, which had just been marveling at Wang Dong's Light Goddess Butterfly, suddenly fell into dead silence. On the Soul Arena, Wang Dong finally understood why Huo Yuhao had urged her to admit defeat.

A Soul Ancestor with a god-tier martial soul was a gulf Wang Dong could never cross, no matter how desperately she fought. Wang Dong gritted her teeth. A Soul Grandmaster defeating a Soul Ancestor was nothing but a foolish dream, yet surrendering on the spot was something her pride would never allow.

Hovering in midair, Wang Dong looked down at Mu Feng and could only hope that he did not possess a flight-type soul skill. Only then could she drag out the battle a little longer and avoid losing too disgracefully.

But the more she feared something, the more it came true.

"Third Soul Skill, Star Spirit's Grace!"

A pair of gilded sacred wings suddenly unfurled behind Mu Feng. He did not immediately reveal his trump card, the External Soul Bone. Instead, he used the effects of his third soul skill to conceal it before releasing his External Soul Bone—Heavenly Punishment Sacred Wings.

Two powerful hurricanes swept toward Wang Dong from the left and right, sealing off the space around her in the Soul Arena. Mu Feng shot into the air and positioned himself between the two raging winds. "Second Soul Skill, Sin-Breaking Flying Blades."

As Mu Feng attacked, two golden streaks of sacred light condensed into blades and slashed forward. Together with the two hurricanes, the three attacks left Wang Dong nowhere