Heaven Dou City, the Great Soul Arena.
As the blazing sun moved across the sky, more and more people filled the VIP seats of the Great Soul Arena. Most were influential figures from the imperial capital.
The spectator stands opposite them had long since become a sea of people, their cheers gathering into a torrent that surged toward the heavens.
In a corner of the Great Soul Arena, Huo Wu stared intently at Xiao Yan, a fiery gleam in her eyes-the fervor of someone who had encountered a powerful opponent. She had always loved fighting, and her competitive spirit burned even fiercer than that of most male Soul Masters.
Xiao Yan's formidable strength had clearly ignited her desire to compete and conquer.
"I know you're very strong now. How about a private match with me when you have the chance?" Huo Wu blurted out, gazing into Xiao Yan's eyes.
Seeing the intense fighting spirit in her eyes, Xiao Yan rubbed his nose and smiled faintly. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.
It was not that he looked down on Huo Wu. The gap between them was simply too vast. Forget one Huo Wu-even ten of her would be no match for him.
Besides, among his peers, this was the first time anyone other than his foolish younger brother Tang San had specifically asked to fight him.
Anyone else would have lost all desire to fight after witnessing the strength Xiao Yan had displayed before. Huo Wushuang, standing right there, was a perfect example: he had seen Xiao Yan kill a thousand-year Soul Beast with a single punch while still a Soul Grandmaster.
Xiao Yan was certain that Huo Wushuang would never have the courage to challenge him.
For most people, once they had witnessed Xiao Yan's terrifying strength, merely seeing