Bibi Dong Actually Appeared! Exposed Soul Power Level

Luo Xuan's words immediately sparked a wave of shocked cries from the surrounding crowd.

Everyone present knew just how formidable Yan was.

At Spirit Hall Academy, Hu Liena's group of three was the strongest.

As for Luo Xuan, who was he? They did not know him at all.

"Who is this kid? He actually agreed to fight Yan?"

"Never heard of him. What stray mutt thinks he deserves to exchange blows with Yan?"

"This should be fun. Want to bet on how many moves before this kid cries and kneels to beg for mercy?"

"..."

Words like these flooded Luo Xuan's ears.

Compared to him, the students naturally favored the famous Yan.

Not the completely unknown him.

Most of them were simply waiting to watch him make a fool of himself.

Yan grew increasingly smug under all the praise. Staring at Luo Xuan, he said flatly, "Kid, remember that some people aren't so easy to provoke."

Luo Xuan paid no attention to the others' words.

They did not affect him in the slightest.

With a calm expression, he headed toward the academy's arena. "Of course I know that, but you aren't among them. After all, you're weak."

Those words instantly destroyed Yan's good mood.

His fury erupted.

"Bastard! What level are you to dare say that to me?!"

How long had it been since he had heard someone call him weak?

Even his teachers had never said such a thing around him.

They had always praised his talent and powerful combat ability.

And now, a little brat had called him weak.

How could that not infuriate him half to death?

The people around them also broke into jeers.

No one believed Luo Xuan's words. They only thought he knew he was finished.

He was merely talking tough.

The age gap was right there.

Could his Soul Power Level possibly exceed Yan's?

Hu Liena looked at Luo Xuan in surprise, but she did not doubt his words.

The Future Video had shown her that the Nine-Character True Words Luo Xuan spoke of had to be an incredibly powerful soul skill.

Besides.

What was the point of lying now?

Once the battle began, the truth would be exposed. Not only would he fail to save face, he would be mocked even harder.

A short while later.

A vast crowd gathered at the arena.

Even quite a few teachers heard about it and came to watch the show.

Only the dean knew Luo Xuan's identity.

No one else knew what background Luo Xuan had.

There was no need to offend Yan, such a talented youngster, for his sake.

"Do any of you know this kid? How did he offend Yan?"

"No idea. It probably has something to do with His Holiness the Pope's disciple."

"He's only just enrolled. Letting him suffer a little will make him easier to discipline."

"That's true."

"By the way, why hasn't the dean come out? Doesn't he usually think the highest of Yan?"

"I heard there's an important guest today. The dean is entertaining them."

After chatting for a while, they stopped caring. The fight between the two was merely a trivial matter.

Quite a few teachers nodded to themselves. Since the dean had not intervened.

Then everything was settled.

Those with backing and status.

The teachers would know all about them the moment they enrolled.

Since no one knew this kid now, he was obviously just some country bumpkin.

He would not affect their livelihoods.

As the teachers chatted, without exception, none of them thought highly of Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan was already standing on the fighting platform. His gaze fell on Yan as he said, "Are we fighting or not? If not, don't waste my time."

If not for avoiding being constantly harassed by this simp in the future.

He would have gone back to cultivating long ago.

Yan swallowed the words he was about to say, then glared viciously at Luo Xuan. "Kid, don't kneel and beg for mercy later!"

He leaped onto the platform and met Luo Xuan's eyes.

The hatred in his eyes made it seem as though he wanted to swallow Luo Xuan alive.

Luo Xuan truly could not understand where Yan got so much hatred toward him.

Maybe that was why he had never been a simp.

Still, Yan had not yet evolved to the point of saying, "Be gentler, she's afraid of pain."

But it was only a matter of time.

There was nothing surprising about what a simp could do.

Just as the battle was about to begin, a noble yet icy woman emerged from the dean's office.

The dean of Spirit Academy followed behind her, bowing and scraping.

Bibi Dong looked toward the fighting platform and spotted Hu Liena and the others.

A trace of interest appeared in her eyes.

"Who is that little fellow?"

Upon hearing this, the dean looked at Luo Xuan. The moment he saw him, cold sweat poured down his back.

Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo had specifically instructed him to take good care of Luo Xuan.

My little ancestor, why did you have to pick a fight with Yan?

If anything happened, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo would not skin him alive?

At the same time, he found it rather strange. Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo was one of the Pope's most capable subordinates.

Logically speaking, Bibi Dong should not be unfamiliar with Luo Xuan.

But he had no time to think further and hurriedly answered, "That is Luo Xuan. Chrysanthemum Douluo entrusted him to me and asked me to enroll him."

"Luo Xuan... the child Yue Guan adopted?"

Bibi Dong seemed to recall something, and her expression turned cold. "That boy only had Innate Soul Power Level Three. It has only been a little over three months. How did he enroll here?"

The coldness in her voice made the dean shudder.

His knees gave out, and he immediately dropped to the ground. "I have been wronged, Your Holiness! When Chrysanthemum Douluo brought him here, he was already level thirteen! He met the requirements!"

His words caused Bibi Dong to raise her delicate brows, her interest piqued.

"Oh? Level thirteen already?"

A ten-level increase in just a few months?

How had Yue Guan managed that?

Had the flowers and plants he cultivated finally succeeded? Or had he used some method that depleted potential?

Either possibility aroused Bibi Dong's interest.

"You may leave. Remember what you should say and what you should not say."

The dean nodded frantically and left respectfully.

"Yes, yes, Your Holiness."

If he stayed any longer, his head might fall off.

Bibi Dong watched Luo Xuan, deep in thought.

"Nana is level thirty. Once Yue Guan's little brat has suffered enough, I'll take Nana to hunt soul beasts."

Bibi Dong normally did not have time for such trivial matters.

It was only because she had some free time recently.

That she intended to spend some time with Hu Liena.

As a mother, Bibi Dong had poured nearly all the love she had for her daughter into Hu Liena.

Occasionally obtaining Soul Rings for her child was perfectly normal.

Luo Xuan, standing on the fighting platform, seemed to sense something.

He turned and looked toward the dean's office.

His eyes met a pair that appeared calm, yet concealed madness capable of overturning the world.

After only a moment of eye contact, he shifted his gaze away.

Why does that crazy woman Bibi Dong have time to come to Spirit Academy?

He now clearly understood.

His Soul Power was definitely exposed.

As long as Bibi Dong did not appear, no one would pay attention to an insignificant nobody like him.

But things were different now.

If he defeated Yan, Bibi Dong would definitely notice him.

That was also one reason he had been perfunctory with Hu Liena.

Forget it. Even if she wants to make a move against me, she'll first ask Uncle Yue.

Joining Spirit Academy had also been Yue Guan's request.

Yue Guan had already prepared an explanation, but he had not expected Bibi Dong to discover it so quickly.

If I can't convince Bibi Dong, I'll just drag this crazy woman into the Chat Group.

Luo Xuan made a backup plan.

That way, Bibi Dong would no longer be a threat.

Still, this sudden development disrupted his previous plans.

He had intended to cultivate until he was strong enough, then head to Noding City.

And bringing Bibi Dong into the group now was simply far too early.

"Hey, kid, are you scared? If you are, don't ever appear before Nana again!" Yan crossed his arms and stared at Luo Xuan, who was looking down in thought.

Luo Xuan came back to his senses and glanced at him. "You're overthinking it. Let's begin. Don't worry, it'll be over soon."

Yan nodded in agreement. "Indeed. It'll be over soon."

"Yan, Martial Soul: Flame Lord. Level twenty-nine, two Soul Rings, assault-type Soul Grandmaster."

Two yellow Soul Rings rose from Yan's body in rhythmic pulses.

The Flame Lord emerged behind him.

Every time Luo Xuan saw this, he could not help wanting to complain.

Whether it was a fight to the death or any other battle, why did people insist on revealing everything about themselves?

He did not understand.

Fortunately, the Innate Soul Power he used to heal his internal injuries had recovered, and he had thoroughly mastered the External Soul Bone, allowing him to improve so quickly.

"Luo Xuan, level nineteen, one-ring Battle Soul Master."

The moment he said this, both the spectators below the platform and the teachers.

Stared at Luo Xuan in shock.

"Six years old... nearly level twenty at six years old?!"

"Is that real? Could this kid have Innate Full Soul Power?"

"Even Innate Full Soul Power isn't this outrageous!"

"He hasn't even shown his Soul Ring. Maybe he's lying."

"If it's true, how terrifying must his talent be? Would he still be unknown?"

Not only were they shocked, even Bibi Dong in the distance was astonished.

She knew Luo Xuan's Innate Soul Power situation very well.

They had not met for only a few months, and he was already close to becoming a Soul Grandmaster?

She narrowed her eyes, fixing her gaze on Luo Xuan. A smile curved her lips. "Interesting. What method did Yue Guan use?"

She was no longer as uninterested in Luo Xuan as she had been a few months ago.

Instead, she had become very interested in him.

Perhaps the method she obtained could allow Yu Xiaogang to break through the shackles of level twenty-nine!

"Where are your Martial Soul and Soul Ring?" Yan's face darkened. He felt that Luo Xuan was looking down on him.

Sorry, but Yan's feeling was correct.

Luo Xuan slowly extended a hand and crooked a finger at him. "I don't need to use my Martial Soul to deal with you."