Xixi sat to one side, watching the match with unwavering concentration. Her eyes were like two deep pools, giving no hint of what she was thinking.
As Chen Xiaojun and Yan Zaiyang's match reached a fever pitch, her brow tightened further. It had first creased unconsciously during his previous match against Huyan Zan; after two matches, it was now knotted like a tightly twisted rope.
Her crimson lips parted, a trace of confusion in her voice. "Something's wrong! What exactly is Xiaojun doing?"
Xixi muttered under her breath. Though her voice was quiet, the anxiety in her tone was unmistakable.
Standing beside her, Zhu Wuneng heard her muttering and immediately leaned closer. His gaze followed hers, darting between Chen Xiaojun and Yan Zaiyang, his face full of confusion.
He scratched his head and asked, puzzled, "What's wrong? What's wrong with the Young Master?"
Xixi did not answer immediately. Her gaze remained fixed on the arena.
Then she shook her head, never taking her eyes off the dueling platform. "With Xiaojun's strength, this fight shouldn't be going like this."
"Other than his Second Soul Skill and Soul Bone Skill, those two enhancement skills, where are his first and Third Soul Skills, and their advanced forms? They couldn't possibly dodge Fleeting Light, Passing Shadow, let alone the chained strikes of Sweep Through a Thousand Armies. If he'd used those, he would have won easily long ago."
With that, she turned to Xiao Yi with a lovely smile, as though seeking an answer. "His first few opponents might not have noticed, but this is already his eighth Soul Ancestor opponent, and he still hasn't used those soul skills. Xiao Yi, do you know what's going on?"
Xiao Yi looked at Xixi, her deep, luminous eyes holding stars and galaxies. Her crystal-clear voice rang