Seeing Jin Li'er's imposing demeanor, Yan curled his lips arrogantly and offered a casual assessment.
"Not bad!"
Jin Li'er paid no attention whatsoever to Yan's provocation. Her gaze passed straight over him to Hu Liena behind him, and her lips curled into a sneer. A warning edged her voice. "Remember, some things aren't yours to covet."
Hu Liena's brows immediately knitted at those words.
She was Pope Bibi Dong's only personal disciple, and the pope treated her like her own daughter. In all of Spirit Hall, what was there she could not desire or claim?
Yan had always been Hu Liena's most devoted follower. Seeing Jin Li'er dare threaten his goddess in public, he made the air around him turn scorching hot. He stared fixedly at Jin Li'er, fury filling his eyes, his voice cold enough to cut to the bone. "You dared threaten Nana. Today, you'll pay for those words!"
Jin Li'er curled her lips disdainfully, without the slightest fear on her face. She merely returned Yan's stare with cold, fierce eyes as her imposing aura grew stronger and stronger. Clearly, she did not consider this provocateur worth her attention at all.
Just then, the referee's booming cry rang out over the Martial Arts Arena. "Begin!"
The instant his words fell, both completed Martial Soul Possession almost simultaneously. Two utterly different auras erupted, colliding wildly and reverberating above the entire Martial Arts Arena.
After his martial soul possessed him, Yan transformed into a flame giant, crimson from head to toe. His height shot up, and roaring flames engulfed his body, making him look domineering and ferocious.
Three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, pulsed slowly beneath his feet. The purple Thousand-Year Soul Ring was particularly dazzling, flashing with an intimidating brilliance in the sunlight.
A Level 35 Soul