Arrogance

"It's true that we caught this Phoenix-tail Crested Serpent, but simply giving it to you, Senior, wouldn't be very fair to the little monsters behind me." Zhao Wuji grinned.

"So what does the Immovable King mean by that?" Chao Tianxiang asked.

"That depends on you, Senior." Zhao Wuji began deflecting with Taiji-like evasiveness.

Chao Tianxiang glanced at Meng Yiran. "Yiran, what do you think?"

Meng Yiran nodded slightly. "Then I'll compete with them."

"Fine."

Before long, both sides reached an agreement.

Whoever was stronger would get the soul beast. This was also a common way for Soul Masters to settle disputes.

"Since our Soul Power levels are about the same, let's compete in something else." Meng Yiran looked at the Shrek group.

"Who's coming?"

A minute later, Tang San stepped forward.

"I'll do it."

"You?" Meng Yiran regarded him more highly. It seemed that he was quite confident.

Tang San smiled calmly. "What shall we compete in? You decide."

"Hidden weapons."

"Hidden weapons?" Tang San froze, then looked at her strangely. Here was another person who knew about hidden weapons.

The Shrek group behind him could not help snickering.

"Competing with Little San in hidden weapons... pfft..."

"Haha..."

Hearing their laughter, Meng Yiran furrowed her delicate brows. "What's so funny? Or are you afraid?"

"Sure. Let's do it." Tang San did not laugh. Instead, he looked utterly sincere.

The two quickly established the rules. Just like before, they would shoot leaves.

Meng Yiran went first. Chao Tianxiang used her Soul Power to strike the large tree some distance away, and quite a few leaves immediately fell.

Meng Yiran picked up her throwing knives and hurled them forward!

Whoosh!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Every throwing knife pinned a leaf to the trunk.

All of them hit!

It was an excellent result. Meng Yiran