Provoking Bibi Dong

Xie Yue and the others also breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this. If he really were a Soul Douluo, forget them—even everyone present combined might not have been able to defeat him.

"Fake?"

Dajin scratched his head after hearing that, somewhat confused.

He truly could not understand how these humans thought. His Martial Soul was the Dark Gold Terrorclaw Bear, not some illusion-type Martial Soul. How could it possibly be fake?

Qin Feng could not help but laugh. If this were Soul Land 2, it would be understandable to say Dajin's Soul Rings were fake, given the precedent set by Huo Yuhao.

But this was Soul Land 1! Where had this nonsense about faking them come from?

"Kid, still trying to fool me? Die!"

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

Yan roared, and a layer of stone appeared over his arm. The Flame Lord behind him did the same.

Then, with a slight push of his feet, his figure shot forward in an instant.

He raised his arm and smashed it toward Qin Feng with all his strength.

"Dajin!"

Seeing this, Qin Feng smiled and shook his head.

Since Yan wanted to die so badly, Qin Feng would grant him his wish.

"Yes!"

Dajin nodded from the side and stepped in front of Qin Feng.

Facing the incoming fist, his expression did not change. He clenched one hand into a fist and casually swung it out.

"Bang!"

A dull impact rang out as their fists collided.

"Crack!"

Immediately afterward, a crisp cracking sound echoed.

"Ah!"

Then came a miserable scream of pain.

Yan was lying on the ground, clutching his arm with a pained expression.

"What?!"

Hu Liena and the others were shocked by the sight. They no longer cared about the match and hurried over to inspect Yan's injuries.

"His bones... they're all shattered!"

Hu Liena squeezed Yan's limp arm, her expression darkening.

She raised her head, her gaze toward Qin Feng and Dajin filled with icy coldness.

Though she disliked Yan, he was still one of the Golden Generation. How could outsiders be allowed to bully him?

"You two, wasn't that a little too heavy-handed?"

Hu Liena stood up, her tone cold.

"Heh, he came looking to die himself. Who can he blame?"

Qin Feng immediately laughed upon hearing that. Had he ever said Yan was not allowed to admit defeat?

Dajin had already released his Martial Soul and Soul Rings.

Yan was clearly the one who refused to believe it, yet after getting injured, he turned around and blamed Qin Feng? How interesting.

"Hmph! Aren't you afraid of facing Spirit Hall's wrath?"

Hu Liena knew they were at fault first, but Yan's injury could not simply be forgotten. She could only invoke Spirit Hall behind her.

"Spirit Hall? Once Bibi Dong learns about this, she'll probably mock you for having no brains."

Qin Feng shook his head without the slightest fear. Spirit Hall? It was already generous enough that he had not gone to settle accounts with Spirit Hall.

"You..."

Hu Liena was furious. She had not expected these people to be unafraid even of Spirit Hall.

"Fine, just you wait!"

After leaving behind that threat, Hu Liena ran toward the exit of the Great Soul Arena.

Meanwhile, the spectators outside exchanged looks. They had never expected an ordinary match to develop to this extent.

"Let's go, let's go. Hu Liena probably went to report this to His Holiness the Pope. It won't be easy to leave later."

With that, someone left without looking back.

Watching the show was one thing, but it would be bad if it endangered their own safety.

The others found that reasonable and began leaving as well.

"The wind's getting strong—time to scram!"

At the center of the arena, seeing Hu Liena go call for reinforcements, Qin Feng and Dajin silently slipped off the stage.

Though he did not fear Spirit Hall, he was Tang San right now! If he was going to clash with Spirit Hall, he should do so under his own identity. How could he let Tang San steal all the glory?

"Brother Qiang, change faces."

After arriving in the stands, Qin Feng spoke softly.

As he spoke, his face began to twist, transforming into that of an utterly unremarkable ordinary man.

Bald Qiang and the others followed suit.

"Your Highness, are we leaving?"

Bald Qiang leaned back in his seat and spoke listlessly.

"Wait a little longer."

Qin Feng shook his head. So far, he had only gained two hundred thousand Shock Value, nowhere near what he had expected.

It had not been easy to get out here. If he did not earn one or two million Shock Value, he would be too embarrassed to go back.

"Fine."

Seeing this, Bald Qiang said nothing more and leaned back in his seat, closing his eyes to rest.

Thus, Qin Feng's group of four quietly waited in the stands.

After waiting for dozens of minutes, Qin Feng suddenly heard a burst of commotion coming from outside the Great Soul Arena.

Soon afterward, several hundred armored soldiers entered and surrounded the Great Soul Arena completely.

"Tap, tap, tap!"

At that moment, a clear sound of footsteps rang out.

Qin Feng's gaze followed the sound.

A stunningly beautiful woman came into view, dressed in a light-purple gown, wearing a crown, and holding a scepter.

Hu Liena, who had just left, was following beside her.

"Tsk, I didn't expect even Bibi Dong to come."

Seeing her, Qin Feng clicked his tongue in surprise. He had thought that at most, a Soul Douluo or someone stronger would come.

He had not expected Hu Liena to actually bring Bibi Dong herself.

"But that's fine. The more people there are, the more Shock Value I'll get."

Qin Feng murmured, his eyes remaining fixed on Bibi Dong.

"Where are the people you spoke of?"

After arriving on the arena stage, Bibi Dong looked at the empty platform, aside from the Golden Generation, and asked indifferently.

"Teacher, they... they seem to have left."

Hearing Bibi Dong's questioning, Hu Liena's face darkened as the pressure on her abruptly intensified. She had not expected those two to flee.

"They left?"

Hearing that answer, Bibi Dong sneered.

She had come because of those two teenage Soul Kings and that Soul Douluo, yet after arriving, she was told they had left?

"Hmph! Useless trash!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. When she saw Yan lying on the ground and wailing, the disgust in her eyes deepened.

"Ju Guan."

She waved a hand and looked toward Ju Guan behind her.

"Your subordinate is here."

At the call, Ju Guan hurried forward and answered respectfully.

"Put the entire city on alert for those two Soul Masters."

Bibi Dong's face was cold. Since those two could not be used by Spirit Hall, there was no need to let them remain alive.

"Yes."

Ju Guan nodded, and his figure vanished from the spot in an instant.

With those two Soul Masters gone, Bibi Dong had no desire to remain any longer. She turned and walked toward the exit of the Great Soul Arena.

However, when she reached the stands, she seemed to sense something and looked over.

When she saw that people still remained inside, confusion rose in her heart.

Ordinarily, common people should have fled in fear upon seeing so many soldiers. How could they dare remain here?

With that thought, her gaze fell upon the man seated in the middle of the group.

In an instant, their eyes met.

Seeing this, Qin Feng revealed a trace of provocation in his gaze.

"Interesting."

Rather than becoming angry, Bibi Dong's lips curved upward slightly, revealing a smile.

"Ghost Douluo, go test him."

Bibi Dong lightly tapped her scepter and spoke indifferently.

She could sense that this person had already discovered her identity, yet he still dared provoke her like this.

There was only one possibility: he was extremely confident in his own strength.