Yu Xiaogang's Evil Plan

"Oh? If I remembered correctly, Sect Master Ning's son was at Heaven Dou Royal Academy, wasn't he?"

"That's right. Sect Master Ning's son did indeed attend Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and he was also a core member of this year's Heaven Dou Royal Academy team."

Prince Xue Xing, seated in the second row, added a remark.

Xue Ye chuckled softly, his expression exceedingly genial. "Then I shall wait and see the splendor of Heaven Dou Royal Academy."

Ling Jing was trying hard to keep a straight face.

Whenever he thought about how these teams would fight tooth and nail to reach the finals, only to face Bibi Dong, an eighty-fifth-rank powerhouse with two Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, he wanted to laugh.

Oh, no.

More precisely, only Thunderclap Academy would get to enjoy the ravages of the great demon king, Bibi Dong. The other teams probably were not qualified for that yet.

The other teams that reached the finals only needed to face him, the little demon king.

Ling Jing could practically picture the battle already—after stepping onto the competition stage, he would immediately use his second soul skill to create several clones. Then those clones would use their first soul skill to create another dozen or twenty clones.

At that point, five clones would copy the Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul, five would copy the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Martial Soul, five would wield the Seraphim Martial Soul, and another five would wield the Ice Jade Empress Scorpion Martial Soul. It would be a straightforward case of overwhelming numbers.

I'll just stand here with my real body. If I so much as move, I lose!

As for the Soft Bone Rabbit Martial Soul... unless he suffered a fatal injury, Ling Jing had no need to copy it at all. Of course,