Douluo Dalu, a junior student, started his journey after being adopted by Bibi Dong.

"You little brat, how dare you!!"

A loud shout rang out from outside the arena.

The teacher who had been standing on the sidelines finally couldn't sit still any longer.

He was a Soul Emperor, and his martial soul was a jet-black iron rod. At this moment, he held the rod with both hands, and his whole body transformed into a black lightning bolt, rushing straight towards Yue Qingge's head.

He had been observing and waiting the whole time.

But what he saw was not a weakness, but the tragic scene of his seven students being defeated one by one and frozen solid.

He finally realized that if he didn't take action, all seven of them would probably die here today.

The iron rod, imbued with terrifying soul power and accompanied by a piercing shriek that seemed to tear through the air, aimed straight for Yue Qingge's crown.

If this attack lands, not only would a Soul Master be killed instantly, but even a Soul Sect Master would be killed on the spot.

However, Yue Qingge didn't even turn her head.

He raised his hand and precisely blocked the falling iron bar.

"When one-!!"

The sound of metal clashing was deafening, and a visible shockwave spread out from the two of them.

The stone slab beneath Yue Qingge's feet shattered, her knees slightly bent, yet she managed to withstand the blow.

He even used the force from the iron rod to somersault backward, dissipating most of the impact and landing steadily a foot away.

The teacher's pupils suddenly contracted.

A Soul Master caught a Soul Emperor's full-force attack with his bare hands?

That's impossible.

He looked up at Yue Qingge, only to see that the boy's smile remained calm, and his pupils even held a hint of mockery.

He slowly opened his mouth and uttered four words, one after another, his voice not loud, but it exploded in his ears like thunder:

"Wrath of the Ice God!"

The moment the words fell, the air behind Yue Qingge distorted violently, and a phantom-like, enormous figure appeared out of thin air.

Her gaze swept over the Soul Emperor, and only indifference and judgment remained in his icy blue eyes.

She raised her slender hand and waved it gently.

A sudden gust of cold wind swept over the teacher.

His expression changed drastically as he tried to block the attack, but the cold wind penetrated his defenses, freezing his blood and soul power.

He was then thrown into the air and crashed heavily to the ground, his body covered in frost, his lips turning purple, and his teeth chattering.

Yue Qingge drew back the bowstring, and an ice-blue arrow materialized on the string.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow transformed into a streak of light, piercing precisely into the teacher's chest and pinning him firmly to the ground.

Immediately afterward, the arrow exploded, and countless ice thorns spread outward from the arrow shaft, enveloping him entirely in an ice crystal coffin, silencing him completely.

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone stared wide-eyed, mouths agape, their minds blank.

A Soul Master killed a Soul Emperor.

Mo Yuan, who was in the shadows nearby, stood rooted to the spot, her beautiful eyes shimmering, her red lips slightly parted, and after a long while she murmured to herself:

"Your Highness... a mere Soul Master, yet you dare to frighten me..."

She is a level 95 Title Douluo, a being standing at the pinnacle of this world.

At this moment, the mere Soul Venerable level youth sent a chill down her spine.

She was always secretly protecting him from the sidelines. If Ruoyue Qingge was defeated, she would immediately help him secretly and create momentum for him.

But now it seems... her worries were completely unnecessary.

Mo Yuan took a deep breath, tidied her hair that had been ruffled by the cold wind, and walked onto the field.

She raised her right hand, her voice clear and distinct, reaching everyone's ears:

"Star Luo Royal Academy Team, all members are incapacitated. The victor is—Yue Qingge!"

After a brief silence, a thunderous roar of cheers erupted.

"Yue Qingge!! Yue Qingge!! Yue Qingge!!"

The roar grew louder and louder, sweeping across the entire Soul Arena like a tsunami.

Those who were originally just there to watch the spectacle have now all become Yue Qingge's most fervent followers.

"Killing enemies far above their level! One against eight! Even a Soul Emperor was killed!"

"What kind of monster is this?! How old is he?!"

Cheers and screams mingled together, and the entire arena trembled.

As for the few remaining members of the Star Luo Royal Academy, they slunk up from the edge of the arena, supporting each other and bowing their heads.

Like a stray dog, it slipped out through the side door.

No one glanced at them; all eyes were fixed on the boy in the center of the arena.

Yue Qingge put away her longbow, glanced up at the frenzied audience in the stands, shook her head slightly, and turned to walk towards the contestants' passage.

As he passed Mo Yuan, he paused slightly, glanced at her, and a faint smile curved his lips: "Thank you for your hard work."

Mo Yuan was slightly taken aback, then lowered her eyes, and the corners of her lips unconsciously turned up at a very small angle: "Your Highness is too kind."

Inside the private room.

Bibi Dong sat on the soft sofa, one hand supporting her chin, the other casually twirling the wine glass in her hand.

Chapter Seventy-Six Sisters

The crimson liquid in the glass swayed under the light, reflecting her deep and dangerous eyes.

She watched everything unfolding on the field, a slow, elegant, and cold smile playing on her lips.

"Let's start with the Spirit Hall."

She murmured to herself, her voice audible only to herself, but her gaze was fixed in a certain direction.

In the VIP section of the Star Luo Empire at the rear, a prince with a livid face was gripping the armrest tightly.

After about the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the noise in the stadium gradually subsided.

Prince Xingluo, accompanied by a guest elder of Soul Douluo level, marched menacingly towards the backstage of the Soul Arena.

The prince was about forty years old, and his features bore a resemblance to the captain of the White Tiger Martial Soul, clearly indicating a blood relationship.

He was dressed in a brocade robe and had the air of authority that someone who had long held a high position had, but at this moment his face was filled with gloom and anger.

He kicked open the back door and strode into the back office, slamming his hand on the table, causing the teacup to tip over and spill tea everywhere.

"What does your Soul Arena mean?!" His voice, like muffled thunder, echoed in the small room.

"You just killed two of my students and one of my teachers like that?!"

The host, a middle-aged man, trembled under the oppressive presence of Prince Xingluo. His legs went weak, and his lips quivered for a long time, unable to utter a single complete word.

"This...this...Your Highness...I..."

He was just an ordinary host, with soul power only at the Great Soul Master level. How could he withstand the pressure from a prince and a Soul Douluo?

Cold sweat streamed down his face, soaking his collar, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

Mo Yuan was leaning against the window, toying with an ice crystal in her hand. Upon hearing this, she raised her eyes and glanced indifferently at the Soul Douluo.

Then she waved her hand, as if shooing away a fly.

But the Contra was sent flying backward, crashing heavily into the wall, which dented the entire wall.

He coughed up a mouthful of blood, slid to the ground, his eyes glazed over, and he couldn't even stand up.

The terrifying pressure of a level 95 Title Douluo instantly enveloped the entire room, the air seemed to solidify, making it hard for him to breathe.

Prince Xingluo's pupils suddenly contracted, and he subconsciously took a step back. The anger on his face was replaced by horror, but it was quickly overwhelmed by a deeper rage.

He pointed a trembling finger at Mo Yuan: "You..."

Don't push your luck too far...

Mo Yuan didn't even glance at him, simply uttering a single word: "Get lost."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried a chilling pressure, like a...

An invisible knife was held to Prince Xingluo's neck.

The prince's face turned pale and then red. He gritted his teeth, his gaze lingering on the black robe for a long time before he finally calmed down.

He stepped back and straightened his clothes, which had been ruffled by the force of the attack.

He lowered his head, his gaze falling on his trembling fingers, and suddenly thought of the two daughters of the Zhu family.

An idea swirled in his mind and gradually took shape.

He slowly raised his head, the anger in his eyes replaced by a sinister, calculating glint.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, revealing a smile that wasn't quite a smile, and his voice calmed, yet carried a chilling coldness that seeped into his bones:

"Those students and teachers who died...we can let them go..."

He paused, his eyes turning greedy and sinister.

"But...we have to handle our family matters ourselves."

He turned to Mo Yuan again: "Hand over the two sisters, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, to me, and everything will be over."

Mo Yuan stood to the side, her brows slightly furrowed, her red lips pressed into a line, and a thoughtful glint in her beautiful eyes.

She didn't answer immediately, but just stood there quietly, knowing full well what that meant.

The Zhu family is an affiliated family of the Star Luo Empire, and Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing are nominally still citizens of the Star Luo Empire.

Prince Xingluo's excuse is indeed legally sound.

Although the Spirit Hall is powerful, it cannot openly interfere in the internal affairs of other countries.

At least it can't be made too ugly.

"I'm afraid His Highness will be disappointed."

A clear voice came from behind, tinged with laziness and a hint of mockery.

Yue Qingge came out of the inner room and walked to Mo Yuan's side, standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

His pupils were calmly fixed on Prince Xingluo, a smile that made one's teeth itch with hatred lingering on his lips:

"The two sisters, Zhu Zhuyun and Zhu Zhuqing, are currently my people and have no connection with the Star Luo Empire."

Prince Xingluo's pupils contracted slightly, the muscles on his face twitched, and his voice suddenly rose in pitch:

"What do you mean? Do you really think our Spirit Hall is a pushover like the Star Luo Empire?!"

He practically roared it out, his voice filled with long-suppressed anger and humiliation.

He, a prince of Xingluo, second only to the emperor, had never suffered such humiliation.

He retreated again and again, yielded again and again, only to be met with increasingly humiliating treatment from the other party.

However, his back was already soaked with cold sweat, and his brocade robe clung tightly to his skin.

A terrifying pressure was pressing down on him.

He didn't know why, but the way the boy looked at him made him feel uneasy to the core.

That wasn't fear, but rather... a hunter's scrutiny of its prey.

Yue Qingge naturally noticed his tension and humiliation, and was too lazy to waste any more time.

He waved his hand dismissively, as if shooing away a complete stranger.

"Please leave. Goodbye."

After saying that, he turned around, his back to Prince Xingluo, picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and drank it by himself.