Dip the beans!

As Gu Xingyue and the others opened the safe, a dazzling golden light shone out.

Then they took a soul bone out of the open safe. It gave off a red halo, and its shape resembled flowing flames.

"So this is the soul bone for this round." One of Huo Yutong's teammates beside her suddenly spoke, a ravenous longing flashing through his eyes before he quickly suppressed it. After all, they knew who held the trump cards. Although greed was human nature, actually losing their minds and trying to snatch the soul bone from that person's hands would mean they were seriously drunk.

So everyone present took it for granted that Gu Xingyue would take this soul bone.

The moment they took the soul bone, the thrilling final showdown began.

When the soul tool announced the coordinates of Gu Xingyue's squad, all the students were undoubtedly stunned. Oh, no, no, no-how long had the match even been going on?

What was this, having your crystal destroyed before you could even hit surrender? Was that reasonable?

But however miserable they felt, they could only accept it now. After all, the weak had no right to choose.

At that moment, a blonde girl with long hair as dazzling as gold and eyes of different colors glanced at her soul-tool bracelet. Then she shook her head, rolled her wrists, and finally said, "I really am suppressing my desire to kill every second of every day."

"Seriously, that squad has stolen all the limelight."

At this, the long-haired blonde raised her head and looked off somewhere into the distance. Something ordinary people could not understand seemed to burn in her eyes. Then she gave a wicked smile. "I'm absolutely ravenous. I hope an opponent who can satisfy me comes along."

As she spoke, they were just about to move toward Gu Xingyue's location.

Another voice rang out. "Hold on, fellow student!"

The blonde impatiently turned to glance at the person calling her from behind. Then, adopting an utterly overbearing pose, she casually sized him up, as though performing some classic Korean-style bullying. "I say, where did a Soft-Boned Rabbit like you pop out from?"

"Let me make this clear first: I'm a big tiger, and I eat meat. I don't mind taking care of a little dessert like you before heading off for my main course!"

Finally, the blonde pointed at the man opposite her and sneered loudly.

Before the refined-looking man could speak, another red-haired man beside him said, "You bastard, don't get too full of yourself!"

After all, Soft-Boned Rabbits were the most worthless and most common soul beasts. Calling someone that was undoubtedly deeply insulting. In the past, they had only ever bullied others, yet now they were being bullied instead, and with that name, no less. It was simply unforgivable!

"You'll pay for your mistake in blood," Wu Feng said. His martial soul possessed his body, flames burning all around him as he stared at the insolent loudmouth opposite him!

"Enough. We came here to form an alliance, not to fight!" Ning Tian said. Then, without any change in his expression, he looked with great refinement at the long-haired blonde who had just insulted him and said, "Fellow student Dai, our ancestors were companions who ascended to the Divine Realm together as members of the first generation of Shrek. We ought to stand together like branches of the same tree. Besides, once this is done, my Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect can even offer you payment."

Ignoring Ning Tian's long-winded speech, the woman surnamed Dai spat on the ground, then pulled an exaggerated face and said, "So what if you're from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? I'll bully you anyway!"

Then her tone shifted again. "Besides, where did this poor relative come from, daring to claim ties with me? Watch out, or I'll break your legs outright, you senseless little cur. I'm a descendant of the Duke of the White Tiger's household, inheritor of the White Tiger's glory-the Star Luo Empire's Tiger of Absolute Ferocity!"

Hearing her words, Ning Tian felt that she was not human at all, completely impossible to talk to. Then he summoned his martial soul-the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

"To think that giving way at every turn only earned me estrangement. Then I really must apologize. It looks like you'll be leaving the match early!" Ning Tian declared loudly.

Then he stopped concealing his aura. Three soul rings appeared-yellow, yellow, purple. He was none other than a powerful Soul Elder!

"Hmph, hahaha! A lump who'll never break past Soul Sage in his entire life, who can only drool as he watches me become a Titled Douluo."

"And that trash sect that needs other people to protect it-its heir can only be trash too. Small fry, a clown..." As her words grew increasingly vicious, she began attacking the whole group with her insults.

By now, Ning Tian opposite her was already panting like an ox. He felt as though even the air sacs in his lungs had burst with anger.

Three soul rings hovered beside him, and the Glazed Tile Pagoda shed rainbow light.

"Is that all you've got? Small fry will always be small fry. You can't even give me a warm-up~" The blonde-Dai Huabing, a descendant of Dai Mubai-twisted her waist. With her White Tiger martial soul possessing her body, three soul rings, two yellow and one purple, circled her.

She deliberately thrust out her chest, her exaggerated curves heaving beneath her combat uniform. The gleam of a cat toying with a mouse flickered in her mismatched eyes. "The Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Sect? Hah, a worthless sect that isn't even fit to carry my shoes dares talk about the 'first generation of Shrek'? When your ancestors ascended, I bet they were begging us White Tigers to protect them too."

"You-!" Wu Feng roared, unleashing his Flame Lion martial soul at full force.

Waves of fire swept out, only to be forcibly torn apart by a white curtain of light in front of Dai Huabing.

"Is that really all you've got?" Dai Huabing licked her lips. Her figure flashed, moving so fast that she left a golden afterimage behind. "But small fry should know their place!"

"White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!"

A white orb of light blasted from her mouth. It was no ordinary attack, but a soul-power cannon shell.

Wu Feng barely had time to cross his arms to block before he was sent flying dozens of meters backward, plowing two deep furrows through the ground.

"Wu Feng!" Ning Tian's eyes nearly split with fury, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda blazed with light. "The seven treasures are named. First: speed! Second: dispel! Third: strength!"

Three streaks of colored light landed on Wu Feng, but Dai Huabing only sneered. "A support-type soul master? How laughable. With no attack power, you don't even qualify as a punching bag~ You're less useful than a soul-tool desk lamp."

"You know what? My favorite thing is watching you so-called 'geniuses' and 'sect heirs' show me your faces of despair. I'll shatter your pride with my own hands, beat you to your knees, and then humiliate you mercilessly!"

Ning Tian's fingers dug deep into his palms. She had angered him so badly that he nearly spat blood.

"What? Gone quiet? Were you born not liking to talk?" Dai Huabing said again.

"But there's nothing you can do about it. That's the gap between us. Small fry like you, who can only look up at me for your entire life, don't even qualify to make me take you seriously."

"Now, I'm going to eliminate all three of you, and then-go meet that guy who stole my limelight. Hopefully, he'll let me play a little longer, instead of breaking after two or three hits like you."