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Ning Fengzhi and the Snow Night Emperor unfolded the little note brought by their attendant and glanced at it, their eyes flashing briefly.

The two men exchanged a look, then tacitly turned their gaze back without speaking a word.

"Hm?"

The Platinum Bishop beside them had a sharp look in his eyes, like that of an eagle, staring straight at the two of them.

"What was that just now?"

"Why do you two have it, and I don't?"

The Snow Night Emperor quietly watched in the direction of the arena.

Choosing to turn a deaf ear to the Bishop's query, as if he had heard nothing at all.

Ning Fengzhi smiled faintly, his hands gently vibrating the note into powder with his Soul Power.

He tossed his hands backward, then looked at the Platinum Bishop with a feigned clueless expression.

"What thing?"

"There's nothing."

The Platinum Bishop's face showed embarrassment, his fists clenched tightly beneath his robe.

Are they treating me as if I were blind?

These two are intolerable, not even willing to offer a casual excuse to brush me off.

"Darn it, spouting nonsense with your eyes wide open, do you two really not take my Martial Soul Hall seriously?"

The Snow Night Emperor's gaze paused, turning to look over.

He nodded slightly.

Ning Fengzhi said with a refined smile, "Of course we take the Martial Soul Hall seriously, but might I ask you..."

"What are you?"

The expression of the Platinum Bishop froze for a moment, then quickly twisted into a snarl.

He suddenly rose to his feet, pointing at the two men.

"You... you... insolent!!!"

"I am the Platinum Bishop of the Martial Soul Hall, how dare you insult me like this! Aren't you afraid of the Martial Soul Hall's retribution?"

"Sure, we're afraid, why don't you sit down? We wouldn't dare to provoke you, oh great deity," Ning Fengzhi said, raising his hand to motion for him to sit.

The Platinum Bishop's chest burned with fury, his words seemingly submissive, but his tone was filled with contempt.

In that moment, he did not understand; both the Snow Night Emperor and Ning Fengzhi used to have a fear of the Martial Soul Hall in their hearts.

Why had they suddenly become so audacious? Who had given them this confidence?

"Hmph!"

The Platinum Bishop stomped forcefully on the ground, causing it to tremble as he questioned angrily.

"I will report your insults to his Holiness, the Pope, truthfully."

"We shall see how this matter ends!"

"Tsks tsk."

Ning Fengzhi shook his head repeatedly, his tone singsong.

"Eh, it just occurred to me, I used to have a dog."

"Every time it was bullied outside, it would come back and bark at its master."

The Platinum Bishop clenched his teeth, his facial muscles bunching together tightly.

"Ning Fengzhi!"

"Do you dare call me a dog?"

"I didn't say that; don't take it upon yourself," Ning Fengzhi expressed, hands spread in feigned innocence.

"Huffing and puffing!!"

The Platinum Bishop's eyes bulged like bells, huffing with breath, nearly exploding with rage.

He had dealt with Ning Fengzhi before but had never seen him speak with such confidence.

What was going on this time???

The Platinum Bishop had intended to use his strength at the Soul Douluo Level to intimidate Ning Fengzhi.

However, he suddenly heard a cold snort, and Sword Douluo stepped forward one pace.

Immediately, his complexion changed, the fire of his anger doused with a bucket of cold water, and he left in a dejected state.

After he left, Ning Fengzhi felt incredibly relieved.

"A mere lapdog dares to strut around; I've tolerated you for far too long!"

His gaze fell upon Luo Yu, surrounded by the ladies below the stage, and he felt a secret relief.

Thank goodness for a good son-in-law, otherwise, even as the Sect Master of the upper three families, he might still have to endure the arrogance of this lackey.

After all, behind this lackey stood the colossal Martial Soul Hall, whose favor, however excessive, had to be accommodated with smiles and pleasantries.

The Snow Night Emperor looked at Ning Fengzhi with a hint of intrigue, feeling somewhat puzzled.

His own reluctance to indulge the whims of the Platinum Bishop was because he knew his daughter, Princess Xue Ke, had already consummated her marriage with Luo Yu.

Luo Yu's potential gave him the confidence to offend Martial Soul Hall.

What's with Ning Fengzhi, acting so high and mighty?

"Your Majesty, the contents of your note must be about attending the secret meeting at noon, correct?" Ning Fengzhi whispered.

The Snow Night Emperor nodded, "After the morning's matches are finished, we can go together."

At the moment, two teams were fiercely competing on the stage.

However, the tens of thousands of spectators weren't at all focused on the match, as all their attention was fixed on a certain direction in the resting area.

There, a cluster of drop-dead gorgeous beauties gathered, each like a lotus rising from water, with extraordinary demeanors.

Xiaowu, the Zhu Zhuqing sisters, and Ning Rongrong had just verified their strength on the stage.

The audience couldn't understand how so many exceptionally amazing women could exist; for a normal person, to possess even one would be less like smoke rising from their ancestors' graves and more like a beacon of fire shooting into the sky.

Why could this guy have them all?

Countless pairs of eyes swept back and forth over Luo Yu, scrutinizing him thoroughly.

But no matter how hard the audience tried, they couldn't come up with a plausible explanation.

He seemed so ordinary, so unremarkable, even having just been involved in a rigged match against Xiangjiazong – so why was he so attractive to women?

Many audience members were already shedding envious tears.

When they saw Xiaowu and Zhu Zhuqing sweetly plant kisses on Luo Yu's cheeks, they completely broke down in a fit of jealousy.

"How did this guy manage this?"

"Catching so many goddesses, and the goddesses don't even fight among each other?"

"Damn!"

"Is this the embodiment of the founding master of flirtation?"

"Come on, even the founding master would shout 'Damn!' if he saw this guy's situation."

"I suddenly realize why this guy is hated by so many talents, I now also feel the urge to punch him out of jealousy?"

A bystander quipped, "Before you get a chance to punch him, you'll be the one getting blasted by the beauties protecting their turf."

"That hurts." The speaker clutched his chest, eyes moistening.

Someone interjected, "Just because we can't do it doesn't mean others can't."

"Just wait and see, Feng Xiaotian, Yu Tianheng and his brothers, Tang San, this guy is toast if he faces any of these three today."

The men's fires of jealousy burned fiercely in their chests, all pleading for Luo Yu to be taken down a notch.

Soon, the first round of the competition ended.

The most shocking, of course, was Tang San's team. With one main attacker and six supports, they were considered by spectators to be the hottest contenders for the championship.

Following them were the dazzling female combination of Shrek Academy, as well as Divine Wind College and Thunderbolt College.

"For the second round's first matchup, Thunderbolt College versus Tian Shui Academy!"

As the announcer declared from the stage, not only did Yu Tianheng and his brothers cruelly smile and rub their hands together eagerly.

The audience seats also erupted with cheers.

"Finally going to see this guy get beaten up!!!"

"No way, monopolizing so many beauties, just asking for a beating."

A long-haired girl couldn't help saying, "Aren't you all going a bit too far? He's in a wheelchair, can't you show a little sympathy?"

Without the long-haired girl even mentioning it, the surrounding men became even more irate.

"Still hogging so many beauties with broken legs."

"Isn't that just wasting resources?"

"If you can't use it yourself, and don't share with others, it's just despicable, deserves a beating!"

"Ptooey."

The girl's face flushed with color, and she huffed:

"How do you know he can't use it?"

The others responded, "Don't talk like that, or we'll suspect you've tried it."

"Pah, a bunch of baddies."

Turned her head away, the girl refused to look at them any longer.

At this time, the teams from Tian Shui Academy and Thunderbolt College had both made their way onto the stage.