Hu Liena listened to the wager between the two from the side, her brows tightly furrowed.
She walked over to Lin Ye and lowered her voice.
"Lin Ye, are you insane? Do you know how strong Yan is? He's a level 49 assault-type Soul Ancestor, and his Martial Soul is the top-tier Flame Lord."
"And he has extremely rich combat experience! You're only a three-ring Soul Elder. How could you possibly beat him?"
She admitted that Lin Ye's talent was monstrously exceptional, and a third ring of ten thousand years was unheard of.
But talent did not equal strength!
A Soul Power gap of more than ten full levels was practically an insurmountable chasm in battles between Soul Masters!
She could not understand why Lin Ye would make such a reckless gamble with no chance of winning.
Looking at the concern in her eyes, Lin Ye replied coldly,
"Senior Sister, don't worry."
"Yan is nothing worth putting in my eyes."
Yan was nothing?
Hu Liena was so angered by his boundless arrogance that she laughed.
Fine!
Just fine!
She had kindly tried to warn him, yet he would not listen at all!
Fine, since you're so confident, I'll wait and see how Yan beats you into the ground later!
With that thought, Hu Liena gave an angry snort, turned her head away, and stopped paying attention to him.
Only Zhu Zhuqing had remained quietly standing behind Lin Ye from beginning to end.
There was not the slightest trace of concern on her face, and her eyes were calm as still water.
Because better than anyone else, she knew that the man before her could not be judged by ordinary logic.
That five-ring Soul King had died at his hands before. What was a mere level 49 Soul Ancestor worth?
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