Chapter 202 Kirin? Qian Renxue did not continue the competition, and Tiandou Royal Academy gave in. Except for Yu Tianheng, no one was willing to fight with a young and overly young Titled Douluo. What do Titled Douluo represent? They represent the top combat power on this continent and are the true foundation of mankind. What's more, she is a Titled Douluo who can participate in the Elite Competition of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy. What does this mean? It means that she is not even more than 25 years old! Xue Haizang, the vice-captain of Tiandou Royal Academy, looked like he had survived a calamity. He was a martial arts fanatic and liked fighting spirits, but he was not a fool. No one paid any attention to the referee who was standing aside, cowering and hesitant. Xue Haizang lowered his head, carefully went on stage, supported Yu Tianheng's exhausted body and left, for fear of angering Qian Renxue who turned around and left. Titled Douluo masters roam the continent, most of them are moody and do whatever they want. He doesn't want to make enemies with a powerful master with a promising future. Otherwise, even if he was the prince of the Tiandou Empire, his father would not be able to protect him. Qian Renxue was leaving with several members of Lan Ba Academy at this time. She had no interest in Emperor Xue Ye's speech later. As a result, when she led the group to the entrance of the Great Fighting Spirit Arena, she suddenly stopped as if sensing something. She slightly turned her head and looked at the last corner of the audience seats.
At the back of the crowd, there stood a stern-looking young man in an exquisite wolf cloak. He had black hair, golden eyes, and a handsome face. His golden eyes seemed to be flowing with gold, making him look cold and strong. There was a silver-white crown-shaped mark on his forehead, which made him look more noble. The white clothes and black cloak were in sharp contrast, implying the principle of yin and yang, and looked quite stylish. The young man with golden eyes stared straight at Qian Renxue with a deep gaze, and it was unknown what he was thinking. Next to him stood a handsome young man holding a long sword. Compared with the boy with golden eyes, his figure looked a little thin, but his eyes were bright, his nose was high, his lips were thin and moderate, and his whole person gave people an unusually upright feeling. A head of flowing light blue hair was casually draped behind her, reaching her waist, and she exuded a hint of clear sword intent. He also stared at the direction where Qian Renxue was with a burning gaze. Qian Renxue's eyes lingered on the crown mark on the golden-eyed boy's forehead for a few seconds, then she turned and left without saying a word. Seeing this scene, the long-haired young man nudged the boy's arm with his elbow, then waved at Xue Qinghe who was in a daze in the VIP seat, and started to complain. "Oh, this is a big loss. The competition ended just after we arrived. If we had known earlier, we would have come to participate in the competition together. If our spirit power level had not been deliberately leaked, we would not have been directly sent to the finals without even having to leave the Spirit City." The young man with golden pupils said calmly, "This is Bibi Dong building momentum for us and improving the reputation of Spirit Hall. It is not something we can decide." The long-haired young man curled his lips and continued to speak in a chatterbox tone: "Okay, okay, you are the smart one." "But is she the one you mentioned, Le Zhengling, who is at least as talented as you, and is in the first ring of the millennium? She's really pretty, but she looks pretty cold." "I don't know why, with my soul power level, I can't see through her. It seems that she is also a soul emperor. You once said that she is the same age as you, but now she is one soul ring ahead of you." "Jun Wuhen, why don't you catch up and have a chat?" The young man with golden eyes and the young man with long hair were Jun Wuhen and Ye Feng who had come specially from Wuhun City. Jun Wuhen glanced at him coldly and said calmly: "Since she won, we will naturally meet in the finals of Wuhun City." "Don't say she's just a Soul Emperor. Even if she's a Soul Sage with an Angel Martial Spirit, I won't lose." A strong sense of self-confidence permeated Jun Wuhen's body. This fearlessness and confidence was earned by him among the many geniuses in Wuhun City! His current martial soul was no worse than that of an angel! Ye Feng held the sword under his arm, anxiously scratched his flowing green hair, then lay weakly on the fence of the audience seat, sighing with a sad face. "You are a poet with a head full of fighting spirits. It seems that you are destined to be lonely and hopeless in life."
Ye Feng said sarcastic words, but even if he was unwilling to admit it in his heart, he knew that Jun Wuhen's strength was no less than that of an ordinary Soul Sage. For Jun Wuhen, challenging a higher level opponent is as easy as eating and drinking. Even when facing Jun Wuhen, he does not dare to be careless. Jun Wuhen said calmly: "Let's go back to Wuhun City. It has been confirmed that she is here." Ye Feng had just become somewhat interested, so he didn't want to come here for nothing, and immediately complained: "Hey, hey, hey, you are such a jerk. My Xue'er hasn't even met me yet! She's still Xue Qinghe now. I've come all the way here, you have to let me watch a game, right?!" Jun Wuhen glanced disdainfully at the pale-faced students from various academies in the rest area, sneered, then turned around and prepared to leave, his cold voice echoing in Ye Feng's ears. "They are just a bunch of frogs in a well. They probably think that a Soul Emperor under the age of 25 is the limit of their imagination. The fighting spirit in these people has been crushed by her. There is nothing to see." Ye Feng looked at the people in the rest area and found that except for a particularly beautiful girl with pink and blue hair who looked unwilling, most of the others had pale faces and lowered their heads dejectedly. Ye Feng shrugged helplessly, and followed Jun Wuhen with a look of nonchalant arrogance. He sighed coldly, "It's true. It's a bit unsightly." Whether in terms of strength or character, these people are far inferior to the real monsters and evildoers in the Wuhun City where they are. "Ahem, the second match, the team battle, the Exotic Beast Academy versus the Xingluo Royal Academy, please invite the players from both sides to play." Following the referee's voice, students from both sides filed in. At this moment, Di Tian, who had been paying attention to the state of the auspicious beast in the VIP seats, suddenly cast his gaze to the back of the audience seats, and looked at Jun Wuhen's departing back with his dark golden eyes in surprise and doubt. This pure breath is the seed of Qilin's divine power! Di Tian is the youngest golden-eyed black dragon king. He was born in the divine realm at a young age and has experienced the most prosperous period of the dragon clan. In ancient times, there was a war among the dragon clan, the phoenix clan and the unicorn clan. The fortune of the phoenix clan plummeted, and the phoenix god who lost the power of nirvana died. Even his own power was divided up and taken away by human gods, and his supreme position was downgraded to the second level. The Qilin clan was directly exterminated. Why would the mark of divinity appear on a human being now? Unlike humans, soul beasts that are forbidden from becoming gods have very few god positions! How could the divine power seeds of the Qilin clan recognize a mere human? ! Could it be that this human is a surviving Qilin that has transformed into a new form? "Just a Soul King." Di Tian rubbed the armrest of the seat and muttered to himself. He really wanted to capture the human with Qilin blood and interrogate him, but he was worried about the auspicious beast staying here alone. If it was exposed and he was not there, it would be easy to threaten the beast's life. The old man in white standing behind Ning Fengzhi is a Super Douluo, and the Red King alone cannot stop him. Di Tian sighed secretly, blaming himself for being too proud. If only the control-type King of Ten Thousand Demons was here, it would be great. The King of Ten Thousand Demons was deep-minded and did things in a cautious and reliable way. However, the great battle in Notting City three years ago seemed to have frightened the King of Ten Thousand Demons, causing him to be unwilling to follow the plan of the auspicious beast. This kind of human competition is of no importance to Di Tian, but now that they are on good terms with the Barak Kingdom, they need to use human resources to deal with humans. The identity of the soul beast cannot be exposed for the time being, and they need to proceed slowly. Di Tian moved his lips slightly in a certain direction, but strangely, no sound came out. It was obvious that he was using his soul power to force the sound into a line. "Red King, you don't have to stay by the auspicious beast in secret. Go and capture a soul king wearing a black wolf cloak for me! He will be of great use to us! There is a Titled Douluo with a strange aura hiding beside the soul king. You are not allowed to expose your true identity directly in Tiandou City. Be careful when you act." "If you catch him, leave immediately. I will bring the auspicious beast to pick you up later." There was a cold light flashing in Di Tian's dark golden eyes. Although it was a bit risky for the Red King, he couldn't care about anything else now. The throne of God was above everything else. The throne of the soul beast clan could not fall into the hands of humans no matter what! Even the Qilin clan, which was once hostile to the dragon clan, could not do that! (End of this chapter)