I Am the Golden Dragon Princess!

"That girl's pretty, sure, but isn't she underestimating them a bit too much?"

"Maybe not. Look closely at her. She has a solid stance, sharp eyes, and an incredible presence. She's not one to make empty boasts!"

In an inconspicuous corner of the stands, a short-haired blond man pouted as he glared at the arena.

He was Xue Qinghe, crown prince of the Heaven Dou Empire—or rather, Qian Renxue, granddaughter of Qian Daoliu of Spirit Hall. Her status could hardly have been higher.

Yet she sat quietly in a corner of the audience, blending into the crowd. No one paid her any attention.

The young mistress sounded so firm, but the moment she caught a whiff of him, she came running.

Snake Lance Douluo clicked his tongue inwardly, his expression strange.

Six years ago, Lu Ming had been a young Soul Master who had only just obtained a soul ring. Now he had already become a Soul Ancestor.

Snake Lance Douluo could not help comparing them. If the young mistress had never taken this undercover assignment and had devoted herself entirely to cultivation, could she have advanced as quickly as Lu Ming?

On the arena floor,

"Roar!"

Lu Ming's slender body shuddered. A Golden Giant Dragon rose behind him, its golden slit pupils seeming to pierce straight into the soul.

The Golden Dragon King's pressure swept toward the two men. Their Giant Rock Demon Bears trembled all over beneath the suppression of a superior being.

The two brown bears' eyes suddenly went blank, as if every thought had been wiped from their heads.

Their masters panted heavily, faces flushed as they struggled to breathe.

They were Soul Ancestors too, and they were facing a youngster with no Soul Arena experience.

Yet the moment her martial soul appeared, they had been utterly suppressed. How were they supposed to show their faces in the Imperial City Soul Arena after this?

"Second Brother, the girl's the one who got cocky. Don't even think about holding back!"

The elder brother shouted to his younger brother, as much to bolster his own courage as his brother's.

A martial soul did not lie. Lu Ming's Golden Giant Dragon and their Giant Rock Demon Bears were in entirely different leagues.

"Got it, Big Brother!"

The brothers stood shoulder to shoulder and unleashed the Soul Power within them. Their Giant Rock Demon Bears surged with energy.

They no longer cared who stood before them. They would trade blows first and worry about the rest later.

"Fourth Soul Skill: Giant Rock Brute Stone!"

The brothers shared the same martial soul. They had been together since childhood and had spent years honing their coordination.

When they used the skill together, its power was far more than the sum of its parts—almost a Martial Soul Fusion Skill.

"Those two old geezers opened with their thousand-year fourth soul rings. Have they no shame?"

"You can't say that. One look tells you that girl's martial soul is no ordinary thing. I can feel my own martial soul trembling from all the way over here."

The audience split into two camps.

One thought the two men were bullying a pair of young girls and were being petty by refusing to hold back at all.

The other thought Lu Ming and Xiao Wu had brought it on themselves with their arrogance. No one cared about age in a Soul Arena match. If they got beaten black and blue, that was their own fault.

Qian Renxue listened to the argument without joining in.

"What do you think, Uncle Snake Lance?"

Snake Lance Douluo lowered his head slightly and said gravely,

"In my opinion, Lu Ming will certainly win... It's just..."

"Just what?"

"I don't think it will be easy. She may even be injured."

At the word "injured," a barely perceptible tremor passed through Qian Renxue's beautiful eyes.

"I'll have to disagree with you, Uncle Snake Lance. I think Little Lu will win—and win so spectacularly that everyone will be stunned!"

A faint smile touched Qian Renxue's face as she looked toward Lu Ming.

Well, there you have it!

Young mistress, you don't want to disagree with me. You just want to cheer on your dear Little Lu!

And you had to drag this old man into it.

Snake Lance Douluo smiled faintly. At his age, he had not expected to be force-fed a display of affection.

Though the affection seemed rather one-sided.

"My Lord, you can do it! My Lord is the best!"

"My Lord, you can do it! My Lord is the best!"

"My Lord, you can do it! My Lord is the best!"

Xiao Wu stood at the edge of the arena, swaying her slender waist. Her short pink skirt made her look all the more lively.

She raised her voice to cheer Lu Ming on. Far from sounding strained, her cries were sweet enough to draw lingering looks.

Lu Ming smiled. Having a lively little rabbit hopping around beside her, one whose cheeks she could pinch now and then, felt rather nice.

To the audience, the scene was jaw-dropping. To the opponents on the arena floor, it was a blatant insult.

They had spent years fighting their way through the Soul Arena and cultivating until they became Four-Ring Soul Ancestors. How could they swallow this humiliation?

"Youngsters, you'll pay for your arrogance!"

The attack formed by their combined fourth soul skills fell like a meteor. The Soul Arena immediately activated its soul-tool barrier to protect the ordinary spectators.

The strike raised the temperature around the arena by several degrees, leaving some spectators drenched in sweat.

Still, they kept their eyes fixed on the arena floor, eager to see how Lu Ming would meet it.

On the arena floor,

Lu Ming stamped her foot. Cracks instantly spread across the ground.

The phantom of a golden dragon appeared behind her, followed by another earth-shaking roar.

The roar made the entire space tremble, and the two men's meteor-like attack faltered for an instant.

"Hah!"

Soul Power erupted around Lu Ming. Golden dragon scales covered her right hand as she charged straight in without dodging.

Boom!

A dazzling golden light burst from the center of the arena, sending dust billowing everywhere.

"Little Lu!"

In the stands, Qian Renxue sprang to her feet and stared tensely at the arena.

She had never expected Lu Ming to meet the two men's combined attack head-on.

As she watched the thick dust hanging over the arena, her hands clenched tight.

"Don't worry, young mistress. Let this old man take a look!"

Snake Lance Douluo was a Titled Douluo. With his spiritual power, he could see straight through the dust.

A moment later, still without an answer, Qian Renxue turned to him in confusion.

"Uncle Snake Lance?"

"Young mistress!"

"That Lu Ming... she's a monster!"

What?

Qian Renxue stared at him, baffled. What was that supposed to mean? All she wanted to know was whether Little Lu was all right!

The dust cleared. A pale-blue figure stood before the two men,

both Golden Dragon Claws pointed at their throats.

The claws were razor-sharp. Lu Ming needed only to move a finger to take their lives.

Smoke, but no damage—the rule held true!

Lu Ming looked down at them from above and smiled.

"Thanks for the match, uncles. I've earned the right to be cocky, haven't I?"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The two men's eyes trembled as they stared at Lu Ming's Golden Dragon Claws, terrified that one careless twitch would bring about their funerals.

Lu Ming withdrew her Golden Dragon Claws,

turned to face everyone, and declared,

"I am... the Golden Dragon Princess!"