Seeing Xiao Wu's victory, Ning Rongrong excitedly rushed onto the Arena, hugged Little Rabbit, and kissed her twice.
"That was amazing, Xiao Wu!"
Little Rabbit smugly shrugged.
"Nothing special, nothing special. Seven Treasure Third."
Ning Bei said, "So you only rank below Sword and Bone, huh? Believe it or not, I'll give you a taste of the Iron Fist of Love."
Seeing the two younger girls win, Dugu Yan happily applauded as well.
With the Soul Battle over, Ning Bei and the others prepared to head home.
However, when the four of them arrived outside the Soul Battle Arena, they ran into the Snowfield Twins, who had just lost.
"Brat, we've been waiting for you for a long time. So tell us, how are we settling this score?"
Seeing that they could not win on the Arena and had instead come outside to block their way, Ning Rongrong strode up to the two of them aggressively.
"What is there to settle? A loss is a loss, yet you came here to make fools of yourselves."
When Nunu saw the girl before him, his expression froze for a moment before he resumed his fierce look.
"This has nothing to do with you. Go back to your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, otherwise—"
"Oh? Otherwise what?"
Unable to stand it any longer, Ning Bei spoke up.
"Hmph, otherwise we'll let you have a taste of our strength."
Ning Bei looked at the two of them with an amused expression. How did these two defeated losers have the nerve to say something like that?
"So, what do you want?"
Seeing that Ning Bei seemed ready to back down, Nunu immediately grew smug.
"Hand over fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins as compensation for the emotional distress my elder brother and I suffered, and we'll