Dai Mubai Takes the Field

"How about letting this young man fight?" Chao Tianxiang pointed at Dai Mubai, a gentle smile on her face.

"He is about the same age as Yiran, so he must be here to obtain his third Soul Ring as well, right? Let them have a match. Fair and just."

Dai Mubai froze for a moment, then the corner of his mouth curled into an arrogant smile.

Let him fight?

This old woman really knew how to pick her opponent.

Dai Mubai looked at Meng Yiran. The short-haired girl in dark green fitted clothes held a Serpent Cane Martial Soul that gave off faint Soul Power fluctuations, while two yellow Soul Rings slowly revolved around her.

A level-thirty Soul Grandmaster.

Dai Mubai sneered inwardly.

A fifteen- or sixteen-year-old Soul Grandmaster thought she was worthy of competing with him, a level-thirty-nine Soul Elder?

He was about to accept and teach this ignorant girl a proper lesson when Zhao Wuji's voice rang out.

"He can't."

Dai Mubai frowned at Zhao Wuji.

Zhao Wuji ignored him and looked straight at Chao Tianxiang, his tone calm. "Dai Mubai, fifteen years old, level thirty-nine Assault System Battle Soul Elder. If he fights your granddaughter, it would not be a match. It would be bullying."

"What?"

Chao Tianxiang and Meng Yiran cried out at the same time.

Fifteen years old, level thirty-nine?

Meng Yiran stared at Dai Mubai with wide eyes, disbelief filling her gaze.

She herself was fifteen and had only just reached level thirty. At Exotic Beast Academy, she was already acknowledged as a genius. Yet this boy her age was actually level thirty-nine?

The gap... was far too great!

Chao Tianxiang's expression changed as well.

She had originally thought Dai Mubai was, at most, a Soul Elder who had just broken through level thirty.