Yang Chang'an had just stepped down from the fighting platform when Qingyu and Shi Hao exchanged a glance, then leaped onto the raised stage themselves.
The brutal slaughter Yang Chang'an had just delivered set their blood boiling, the soul power throughout their bodies itching to surge.
None of the remaining opponents could truly match them anymore, so they simply picked the two strongest Soul Grandmasters.
Once the battles began, neither gave his opponent a chance. As their soul power circulated, the pressure of their beast martial souls instantly enveloped the arena. Qingyu spread his wings, sending wind blades howling forth, while Shi Hao pounced like a lion upon prey, his sharp claws tearing through the air.
Within a few exchanges, the two Soul Grandmasters were driven back again and again, until they were finally torn apart alive amid agonized screams.
By the time both battles ended, the setting sun had sunk completely below the horizon. Night slowly shrouded Angel God Mountain, countless stars studding the pitch-black sky as the lights in the Martial Arts Arena gradually came on.
Azure Luan Douluo took an expressionless step forward, standing at the very front of the raised platform. His gaze swept over the young talents below, neither sorrow nor joy in his eyes, yet his suffocating pressure made everyone instinctively hold their breath.
"Were you satisfied with this battle?"
Azure Luan Douluo's voice was quiet, yet it carried clearly throughout the Martial Arts Arena, its soul-power vibrations hammering against everyone's heart.
At those words, many lowered their heads in shame. Those students who had thought victory was assured, only to nearly die instead, wished they could find a crack in the ground to crawl into, burying their heads in the dirt like Desert Ostrich Beasts and never daring to look up again.
"Never