Hearing the two of them, En Ci could only agree with a smile and lead them toward the Soul Battle Arena.
He refused to believe that his juniors could not handle these two little girls.
One was an advanced Soul Ancestor who looked twelve or thirteen, and the other was an advanced Soul Elder who looked ten.
Could they really defeat the academy's little monsters, whose average cultivation was at the Soul Ancestor level?
Two against seven—how could they possibly win?
Long Yue was a Soul King.
Moreover, he had yet to see anyone capable of suppressing Long Yue's Martial Soul.
Unfortunately, the one thing capable of suppressing it was right before him today.
The complete Silver Dragon King.
He had actually encountered such an unlikely event.
Along the way, he had already sent word to summon them.
Before long, eight figures arrived one after another: Long Yue, Dai Yueyan, Su Mu, Dai Yun'er, Hua Lantang, Ye Zhi, Lin San, and Teng Teng.
The future Eight Kings of Monster Academy.
The eight of them stood in the arena, their auras uneven, yet every one of them was sharp and imposing.
They were clearly all core disciples of the academy.
"Teacher, who are these people?" Long Yue looked at Di Qiuer and Na'er, then glanced at Yin Hongye's group. He felt that none of them were simple.
"They're from the neighboring continent. A Titled Douluo at sixteen, a Super Douluo at seventeen, and a Limit Douluo at eighteen. That one over there. You can take him as a goal, but don't learn how to behave from him." En Ci did not dare mention the name. A Limit Douluo suddenly coming to another continent was an extremely offensive matter.
At those words, all eight stepped back in unison.
Would they die just