"Clap, clap, clap!"
Crisp, resounding applause rang out from beyond the arena, breaking the silence left by the fierce battle.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, and Demon Subduing Douluo slowly approached Yang Chang'an and Jin Li'er. Undisguised satisfaction filled the three Peak Douluos' faces, and their gazes brimmed with approval as they settled on the two youngsters.
Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke first, his booming voice carrying an elder's gratification. "Good, good! Very good indeed! To push Sixth Brother this far-with that ability alone, you two could rule supreme among Soul Grandmasters!"
As a veteran Peak Douluo, Qianjun Douluo possessed unfathomable strength. Even when he deliberately restricted himself to the Soul Ancestor level, his combat experience and control over soul power were far beyond those of ordinary Soul Masters.
Light Feather Douluo moved fastest. He stepped forward and gently pulled Yang Chang'an and Jin Li'er up from where they had collapsed in exhaustion, one in each hand. Then gentle soul power flowed from his palms, slowly entering their bodies.
Yang Chang'an felt a warm current sweep through every limb and bone. His soul power, depleted by the fierce battle until it felt like a riverbed parched enough to crack, began visibly recovering, and the aching weakness throughout his body gradually faded.
Jin Li'er looked equally relaxed, narrowing her eyes slightly in comfort.
Meanwhile, the soul-power Coiling Dragon Staff surrounding Qianjun Douluo slowly dispersed, dissolving into specks of light that vanished into the air.
Smiling, he ambled over, putting on a show of modesty as he walked. "Not bad, not bad. Quite impressive, really. Even when I was a Soul Ancestor back in the day, beating you two would probably have taken considerable effort. You certainly put me under pressure."
At that, Demon Subduing Douluo immediately exposed his elder brother's pretense