"You!"
Huo Wu naturally remembered Sun Chuantao too. Five years ago, when she entered the Genius Tournament, she had lost to him in her very first match, and the entire fight had lasted less than half a minute.
Huo Wu considered it a humiliation.
"Huo Wu." Feng Xiaotian reached out and blocked her as she stepped forward.
He cupped his hands slightly and addressed the members of the Spirit Hall First Team. "Against you all, I know we're no match. Our Divine Wind Team's chances of winning this match are practically zero, but I, Feng Xiaotian, have one presumptuous request. I would like to pit myself against His Highness the Holy Son!"
An amused expression crossed Bai Ranmo's face as he rubbed his chin. "Sure."
"But Feng Xiaotian, you've got some serious nerve!" Zhao Yunxiao gave him a thumbs-up, looking at him as though he were a monster.
Feng Xiaotian's eyelid twitched.
"Feng Xiaotian, martial soul: Gale Twin-Headed Wolf. Level 65 Power Attack System Battle Soul Emperor! Please show me what you've got!" Feng Xiaotian gestured invitingly, with a top-tier configuration of two yellow, two purple, and two black soul rings circling beneath his feet.
He clearly wanted a fair, one-on-one fight with Bai Ranmo.
"Bai Ranmo, martial soul: Six Eyes. Level 66 Power Attack System Battle Soul Emperor. Please show me what you've got!"
Bai Ranmo yawned leisurely and stretched, his Azure Eyes lighting up beneath his sunglasses.
Yellow, purple, purple, black, black...
Red!
A blood-red soul ring descended, its overwhelming soul power bearing down on the entire arena.
Even the Titled Douluos on the platform sprang to their feet in shock, staring in disbelief at the sixth, hundred-thousand-year soul ring beneath Bai Ranmo's feet.
"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!" Feng Xiaotian's pupils contracted, his expression turning utterly