Xiong Shaoqing's thoughts raced. His vast Spiritual Power sensed the despair in the stands, but he felt not the slightest sympathy.
This was the price of scheming against him.
This windfall was enough to buy half a street in Suotuo City and let him and his beauties splurge for a very, very long time.
The sharpness in Xiong Shaoqing's eyes gradually faded. He turned, spread his arms, and possessively pulled Xiao Wu and Zhu Zhuqing, who had just displayed their formidable might, into his embrace, one on either side.
Outside the Great Soul Arena's VIP passage, the slightly cool night breeze dispersed some of the bloody smell clinging to the three of them.
With a beauty in each arm, Xiong Shaoqing was about to take the two women home when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a lovely figure in pale blue hiding behind a thick Roman column.
The young woman was patting her budding chest and letting out a long breath. Her previously tense little face had completely relaxed, and a trace of undried tears even lingered at the corners of her eyes.
This haughty little peacock had actually come to a place of flying flesh and blood.
A smile stirred in Xiong Shaoqing's heart. It seemed his diary entries over the past few days had not been wasted. This girl's heart was his now.
He silently released the two women and strode behind the Roman column. His tall frame cast Ning Rongrong entirely in shadow, and his voice was deep and slightly teasing:
"What's this? Is the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's Little Demoness interested in bloody fights to the death too? Or did you come here especially because you were worried about your future husband?"
"Ah!" Ning Rongrong spun around like a startled rabbit.