"Brat!"
Chen Zifeng had intended to lean on his seniority and take El down a peg with a few words first.
Instead, before he even had a chance to speak, El had beaten him to the punch and provoked him.
He, too, leaped onto the arena, standing opposite El at a distance.
"A Soul Elder is still only a Soul Elder!"
"You're not worthy of having all of us fight you!"
"Don't talk nonsense."
With his arms folded across his chest, El extended a finger and gently wagged it.
"I'm already level forty."
Three Soul Rings appeared behind El one after another-two purple and one black.
Although no fourth, ink-black Soul Ring rose into view, the completely unconcealed fluctuations of his Soul Power left no doubt about his current level.
Level forty!
The realm of a Soul Ancestor!
"Senior, an Elder is an Elder, and an Ancestor is an Ancestor. You can't put the two on the same footing."
"Especially when it comes to me."
Dragon scales spread over El's body, and his fearsome Sky-Piercing Horn emerged. He toyed with several elements in his hand, his terrifying dragon might completely unconcealed as it enveloped the entire arena.
His fierce, orange-gold slit pupils fixed on Chen Zifeng.
"One-on-one, you are no match for me."
The boy's calm words brimmed with arrogance.
His brazen, terrifying presence seemed to take physical form. For an instant, Chen Zifeng thought he saw a savage, majestic dragon roaring as it lunged at him!
He instinctively took a step back.
Only then did he recover his senses, his face first paling, then flushing red.
"Do as El said. All of you, fight him together."
Seeing this, Xuan Zi waved a hand from below the arena.
This would let the boy enjoy himself a little more, too.
"Huh?!"