Ning Rongrong

"..." Star Luo Prince looked at Xue Qinghe in bewilderment, thinking that this prince of Heaven Dou really did have some skill.

First, he had flattered Azure Luan Douluo in just the right way. Then, without even knowing who was on Nian's Team, he had backed them as though he could see the future.

Wasn't his damn luck a little too good?

Could it really be as Azure Luan Douluo had said—that Xue Qinghe possessed fortune like a dragon and the aura of an emperor?

Bullshit!

My fortune is like a tiger, and I've got the aura of a mighty overlord!

While Star Luo Prince was questioning himself, Ning Rongrong tugged at Ning Fengzhi's sleeve and asked in a clear voice, "Daddy, is the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger really powerful?"

"Of course it is." Ning Fengzhi's expression grew solemn. "It's a God-Level Martial Soul, comparable to the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda that our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda evolves into."

"Hmm..." Ning Rongrong tapped her smooth chin with a finger. After pondering for a moment, she suddenly asked:

"Then which is stronger, Grandpa Sword's Seven Kill Sword or Xu Xiaonian's Dark Demon Evil God Tiger?"

"Uh..." Ning Fengzhi was momentarily at a loss for words. "Each has its own strengths. All I can say is that, in terms of attack power, the Seven Kill Sword might not be inferior to the Dark Demon Evil God Tiger."

"Heh..." Sword Douluo Chen Xin looked at Ning Rongrong with a gentle smile. "Your daddy just doesn't want your Grandpa Sword to lose face. The Dark Demon Evil God Tiger is stronger than my Seven Kill Sword. There's no question about that."

Ning Rongrong's azure eyes lit up. "Doesn't that mean Xu Xiaonian will be even stronger than Grandpa Sword someday?"

"That's possible." Sword Douluo Chen Xin nodded.

"Then I'm going to marry Xu Xiaonian!" Ning Rongrong declared, shocking everyone.

"Rongrong!" Ning Fengzhi's eyes widened. "What nonsense are you talking about?"

"Grandpa Sword and Grandpa Bone said so." Ning Rongrong looked puzzled. "They told me to marry a soul master stronger than both of them when I grow up. That way, they and Daddy wouldn't have to worry."

"They also said something about not letting me follow in my aunt's footsteps... Daddy, do I have an aunt? Why have I never met her?"

At those words—

Sword Douluo Chen Xin's and Ning Fengzhi's eyes dimmed at the same time. The latter stroked Ning Rongrong's head and said softly, "Once this is over, your Grandpa Sword and I will take you to see her."

"Okay!" Ning Rongrong still hadn't forgotten her ideal husband. Pointing at Xu Xiaonian below, she said, "Daddy, don't forget to bring him home. I'm going to marry him."

The corner of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched. He had no idea how to respond.

"Hahaha!" Azure Luan Douluo looked at Ning Rongrong with newfound appreciation and said to Sword Douluo Chen Xin, "This girl dares to love and hate openly. She's far better than us old fossils."

"As if I needed you to tell me." Pride surfaced on Sword Douluo Chen Xin's face. "Our Rongrong is the best, bar none."

Just then, Gui Mei interrupted their chatter:

"Everyone, the battle has begun."

In the arena.

"I didn't expect you to actually make some wet-behind-the-ears brat your captain." Yan's expression betrayed neither sorrow nor joy. He was utterly cold.

He had already decided to unleash one hundred percent of his strength and thoroughly trample this brat, who had used his Holy Angel Family background and deceptive appearance to win Nana's and His Holiness the Pope's favor.

For the sake of

"We don't need to pay him any attention." Xu Xiaonian looked around at his teammates and reminded them, "Follow the plan, but remember, don't push yourselves too hard. If you're injured or run out of soul power, withdraw. Just leave the endgame to me."

Director Qian, the referee, raised his hand. "Ready!"

His hand dropped. "Begin!"

The battle erupted in an instant.

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

A layer of rock covered Yan's skin, forming a suit of armor.

His combat experience was indeed extensive. Knowing that Xu Xiaonian possessed monstrous strength, he used a defensive soul skill first when an attack might reach him, giving himself more room for error and preventing his boat from capsizing in a gutter.

"Second Soul Skill, Raging Black Horn!"

The broad, heavyset Li Kai roared. Black light spread over his entire body like the thick bristles of a wild boar.

His defense and strength increased dramatically—another defensive soul skill.

Hu Liena's expression was grave as she immediately unleashed her thousand-year soul skill.

"Pink Mist Miasma!"

The battle raged fiercely.

In the stands.

"Which of these two teams do you think will win?"

Gui Mei suddenly spoke, his expression uncertain. He hadn't expected Yan's Team to take Xu Xiaonian so seriously, unleashing numerous protective soul skills right from the start and leaving no openings.

Now even he couldn't be sure who would ultimately win. Talent and combat strength were two different things, after all.

Xu Xiaonian hadn't been cultivating for long. With only one soul skill, his offensive options were limited, and his teammates' overall strength fell more than a notch below Yan's. Winning would likely be very difficult.

"The situation is already obvious. Yan's Team has won." Looking utterly certain, the Star Luo Prince began laying out his reasoning:

"Nian's Team has only lasted this long because Xu Xiaonian is holding the front line and Hu Liena's Pink Mist Miasma is weakening their opponents."

"Although that child's innate strength is astonishing, that's all there is to it. Yan's Team simply refuses to clash with him head-on."

Xue Qinghe chuckled and said calmly, "What's the rush? The battle has only just begun."

Although Xue Qinghe's thoughts were much the same as Gui Mei's, and he wasn't sure which team would win either, Xu Xiaonian still had trump cards he hadn't revealed. The battle couldn't end so simply.

The Star Luo Prince was just about to retort when he heard Dai Weisi cry out beside him:

"A Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring! How is that possible?"

"What Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring? Dai Weisi, what nonsense are you... holy shit?"

Once he saw what was happening below, the Star Luo Prince stared at the arena, dumbstruck. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, and after confirming that his vision wasn't playing tricks on him, he was utterly stunned.

It really is a Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring?!

Holy fuck, a ten-thousand-year first ring!!

I wouldn't dare dream of something like this! Are we sure this isn't an illusion?!

I've been slapped in the face three times in one day. Doesn't a prince like me deserve some dignity?!!

"Wait! Those are... Twin martial souls?!"

Another startled cry hammered against the Star Luo Prince's numb heart.

In the arena.

Watching his teammates lose their fighting strength one after another, unable to continue, Xu Xiaonian reassured them, "You all did well. Leave the rest to me."

"Go, Captain!"

"You can do it!"

"Mm. Just trust me."

Only four people remained in the arena now: Xu Xiaonian, Yan, Li Kai, and Sun Chuantao.

Xu Xiaonian didn't panic in the slightest. His demeanor was confident and composed, and there was even a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

Someone who wanted to win wouldn't be smiling, but someone certain of victory wore an easy expression.

"Hehehe! Brat, get ready to die!"

Yan grinned viciously. "Soul skills have no eyes in battle. Even if you accidentally lose an arm or a leg in a moment, the academy won't do anything to me. Hehehe!"

"You're pretty clever."

A look of realization crossed Xu Xiaonian's face, followed immediately by a trace of killing intent in his eyes.

He wasn't made of clay, either. After being provoked again and again, it was time to teach Yan a lesson he would never forget.

It was time to reveal his Holy Spirit Purcell martial soul as well. Hiding his strength too much would only let fools climb up his nose and walk all over his face!

"Dark Demon Evil God Tiger, First Soul Skill, Time—Slow!"

"Holy Spirit Purcell, Eternal Soul Skill—"

"Holy Shadow Glimmer Break!"