"Don't you know the value of a matching soul bone?
I promised that old bastard that, regardless of the match's outcome, the remaining soul bone would go to him.
If they win, both soul bones are his. Even if they lose, he's guaranteed one.
With such an enormous benefit on offer, they naturally agreed."
Hearing that Bibi Dong had actually been so lavish as to offer two soul bones-and matching ones at that-Qian Renxue was stunned.
"Matching soul bones? Isn't that far too risky? What if Spirit Hall doesn't win?"
"Don't worry. If even four Soul Kings can't win this tournament, then those three soul bones simply aren't destined for Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong's heart brimmed with unprecedented confidence. After all, previous tournaments hadn't featured even a single Soul King, whereas this time, they had four.
Moreover, all four Soul Kings possessed high-grade or even top-tier martial souls, and their strength was extraordinary.
No team could possibly defeat them unless it had a Soul Emperor or even a Soul Saint among its members.
Thus, Bibi Dong simply didn't believe she could lose.
"Of course, I've heard that the captain of the Imperial Fighting Team led by Mr. Sunday is also a Soul King, and even possesses a super martial soul. Perhaps they have a chance of contending for the title?"
As Bibi Dong spoke, she raised an eyebrow at Sunday. She wanted to rile him up. Why had this man insisted on tagging along? Everything about him rubbed her the wrong way.
Hearing that Bibi Dong hoped to win the Soul Master Tournament championship with just four Soul Kings, Sunday couldn't help chuckling.
If events had followed the original story, that really would have worked. After all, the Golden Crocodile King martial soul was indeed formidable.
Unfortunately, Dugu Yan and