Ye Feng, you broke your promise!" Qian Renxue said angrily.
"How did I break my promise?" Ye Feng asked with a puzzled expression.
"You promised me that you would fight me!"
"I didn't avoid the fight!"
"But you let your teammates assist you!"
Ye Feng scoffed and retorted, "Qian Renxue, are you stupid? Isn't it better to have teammates assist you? Who told you to be dumb and send your support-type spirit masters away?"
"You…!"
Qian Renxue was momentarily speechless.
She did have a teammate, Xu Yu, who could have assisted her. But due to her pride, she refused help.
"Ye Feng, are you still a man?" she spat.
Her eyes flicked toward Ning Fengzhi.
Qian Renxue had no intention of holding back, but now that Ning Rongrong was present, she had to be cautious.
Ning Rongrong was the daughter of Ning Fengzhi and the future leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.
If she were to die at Qian Renxue's hands, Ning Fengzhi would undoubtedly retaliate.
Though Spirit Hall wasn't afraid of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, such a confrontation would be troublesome.
Besides, Ye Feng's words struck a chord.
During her days disguised as Xue Qinghe, she had received Ning Fengzhi's sincere care. She might be ruthless, but she wasn't heartless.
She wasn't afraid of the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan, but she did fear clashing with Ning Fengzhi.
Faced with Qian Renxue's provocation, Ye Feng grinned mockingly.
"Whether I'm a man or not, your mother knows! Just ask your mother!"
"Your mother knows whether I'm a man or not! Just ask your mother!"
Qian Renxue: "…"
Bibi Dong: "…"
Ning Fengzhi: "…"
All the spirit masters in the arena: "…"
"Whether I'm a man or not, your mother knows! Just ask your mother!"
The phrase echoed through the stadium, ringing like an earth-shattering slap.
It was a direct insult.
And worse—it involved Bibi Dong, the Pope of Spirit Hall.
Everyone instinctively turned toward Bibi Dong, whose expression was unreadable.
Beside her, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo glanced at their Pope with uncertainty.
Even they were shocked by Ye Feng's audacity.
"Your Majesty, won't you explain?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked cautiously.
Bibi Dong cast him a calm glance and replied indifferently, "Explain? What is there to explain?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo: "…"
Both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were stunned.
They exchanged glances, and their eyes conveyed the same thought:
"The amount of hidden information here is insane!"
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On the stage, Qian Renxue's fury surged.
Seeing Bibi Dong's silence didn't dissuade her—she was determined to fight.
Her fifth spirit ring lit up.
Since mental attacks couldn't affect Ye Feng, she opted for a more direct approach.
"Fifth Spirit Skill: Holy Sword!"
A sacred sword, condensed from holy fire, materialized in her hand.
The Holy Sword could also be used as a hand sword. Its attack power was overwhelming, and it amplified the purification effect of her angel spirit power by 300%.
Any ordinary spirit master struck by this sword would have their spirit power rapidly dissolved.
Even if they survived the initial blow, they would be left battered and scarred.
"Angel's Descent!"
Without hesitation, Qian Renxue activated her next skill.
Ye Feng's martial spirit was the Xuanyuan Sword, a sword-type spirit.
During her days disguised as Xue Qinghe, she had heard Chen Xin mention that Ye Feng's Xuanyuan Sword was of higher quality than the Seven Killing Sword.
She didn't expect her Holy Sword to overwhelm Ye Feng's Xuanyuan Sword, but she would still fight with everything she had.
Whoosh!
The Holy Sword slashed downward, its flames cutting through the air as it descended toward Ye Feng.
Ye Feng remained calm.
He activated the first spirit ring of his Nine-Hearted Mysterious Tang and the third spirit ring of his Xuanyuan Sword martial spirit.
"Nine-Hearted Mysterious Tang · First Spirit Skill: Beast Blood Boiling!"
Ye Feng's strength and defense surged to a whole new level.
"Xuanyuan Sword: Third Spirit Skill: Killing Intent!"
Golden light surged toward the Xuanyuan Sword, condensing at the sword's tip.
Ye Feng swung the sword fiercely, sending a golden blade of energy surging toward Qian Renxue's Holy Sword.
"Nine Treasures Have Names: One is Power!"
"The Second of the Nine Treasures is called Speed!"
Ning Rongrong's spirit glowed brilliantly.
Golden and green light enveloped Ye Feng, boosting his strength and attack speed by an additional 40%.
Boom!
A thunderous explosion echoed through the arena.
The Holy Fire sword and the golden sword light clashed violently.
Qian Renxue was sent stumbling backward, blood seeping from the corner of her lips.
Ye Feng, though also affected, only took half a step back. His blood churned, but he remained steady.
Qian Renxue wiped the blood from her lips and glared at him in disbelief.
"Are you really only at the Spirit Emperor level?" she questioned.
Ye Feng smirked.
"Should I take that as you admitting defeat?" he asked playfully.
Ye Feng was indeed at the Spirit Emperor level.
However, he still had a trump card—his system-enhanced attributes.
Thanks to the system, Ye Feng's strength, agility, defense, and spirit power were far beyond the standard for a Spirit Emperor.
At the moment, his combat prowess rivaled that of a Spirit Douluo.
Meanwhile, Qian Renxue's current combat strength was only equivalent to a Douluo-level warrior.
"Seventh Spirit Skill: Angel's True Form!"
Qian Renxue, feeling cornered, activated her seventh spirit skill.
Her seventh spirit ring glowed with black light.
The massive angelic shadow behind her fused into her body.
"Oh no," Ning Fengzhi muttered, frowning.
At the Spirit Saint level, Qian Renxue's martial spirit's true form unleashed power comparable to an ordinary Titled Douluo.
In other words, Ye Feng was now facing Titled Douluo-level strength.
"Ye Feng might actually lose this time," Flander said grimly.
Ye Feng was strong, but he was still facing Qian Renxue.
Even Bibi Dong felt a rare sense of worry.
Ye Feng was her man—she couldn't allow him to be harmed.
Her eyes shifted toward Chen Xin, Ye Feng's master.
She was certain that Chen Xin wouldn't allow his disciple to be injured, let alone killed.
"Maybe… we should just surrender," Flander suggested helplessly.
If anything happened to Ye Feng, he wouldn't know how to explain it to Liu Erlong.
That was Qian Renxue, whose combat strength was already on par with an ordinary Titled Douluo.
"Why the rush? The battle isn't over yet," Chen Xin said calmly.
Among the spectators, only Chen Xin remained confident in Ye Feng's victory.
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