Douluo: Ultimate Slaughter Shocks the God of Asura

Yu Xiaogang didn't mind revealing his purpose to Luo Feng.

In his view, a six-year-old child simply wouldn't understand that much.

At worst, we can just keep bluffing a bit more later.

Without turning his head, Luo Feng calmly said, "Who I like is none of your business."

"He's ugly, but he has a lot of beautiful ideas."

"Beauty and the Beast is just a story from a novel, wake up."

"I……"

Yu Xiaogang never expected Luo Feng to give such a response.

Is there poison in her little mouth?

Is appearance a problem?

The most important thing for a person is ability and talent!

What does a mere child know?

Despite being very dissatisfied with Luo Feng's answer, he persisted.

"It has nothing to do with me right now; I'm just curious."

"curious?"

Luo Feng's lips curled into a smile.

"If you want to get Bibi Dong's attention, then you have to prove that you are good enough."

A glint flashed in Yu Xiaogang's eyes.

Does Bibi Dong like outstanding people?

Right.

Such a privileged woman would naturally be attracted to outstanding men.

If I participate in the competition and defeat some opponents, I should be able to prove my excellence.

Then, with a little trick, I can make Bibi Dong pay full attention to me.

That way, you can gradually get closer to Bibi Dong.

As for this little brat?

It's still useful!

With that in mind, he promptly went to register.

He hadn't considered registering at all before, since he wasn't very interested in the matches at the Great Soul Arena.

But now, for Bibi Dong's sake, he must participate in the competition.

Luo Feng turned to look at his back, a cold smile playing on his lips.

A toad trying to eat swan meat?

What wishful thinking!

Do you really think you can fool him like a six-year-old?

Now we have to participate in the competition instead.

He needs to be taught a lesson.

With that thought, he turned and left the Soul Arena.

Two clones appeared beside him and walked towards the office area upstairs in the Great Soul Arena.

Both clones were titled Douluo level cultivators.

When encountering anyone blocking the way, a mere fluctuation of soul power is enough to make them obediently give way.

The strong have absolute authority wherever they go.

Office of the person in charge of the Grand Arena.

Zhang Tianxiao stood before Luo Feng, his attitude respectful, but his heart filled with fear.

This young master just barged into my office.

Just as he was about to get angry, the people the other party brought with them completely suppressed him with just a little soul power.

Keep in mind, he's a level 82 Soul Douluo.

The person who can suppress him with just a little soul power fluctuation must be a Title Douluo.

In other words, this young master has a very high status.

With a titled Douluo accompanying them, the entourage is truly impressive.

"Young Master Luo, what are your instructions?"

Zhang Tianxiao is very smart.

Such a person should absolutely not be offended.

If you come to him, you must have something you need him to do.

"A person named Yu Xiaogang just registered. Let's arrange some opponents for him."

Yu Xiaogang?

Zhang Tianxiao thought about it and couldn't recall anything.

But it doesn't matter.

Since they've registered, there must be a file, so it's easy to find them.

"What does Young Master Luo mean?"

"He's a level 29 Great Soul Master, so we'll arrange opponents who are level 35 or higher for him."

It turns out that Yu Xiaogang had offended this young master!

Zhang Tianxiao immediately understood.

In the past, some people have approached him to arrange rivals for certain individuals.

These things are second nature to them.

"Understood, Young Master Luo, rest assured, I will absolutely satisfy you!"

"Also, arrange some opponents for me. Level 31 and above!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Tianxiao's expression changed slightly.

Opponents above level 31?

This young master Luo is only six years old.

Was it really appropriate to arrange such an opponent?

"Young Master Luo, this..."

"Do as I say, and if you do it well, you'll get your share of the rewards."

Luo Feng's gaze locked on the target, and a chilling killing intent flashed across his face.

For a moment, Zhang Tianxiao felt a sense of panic.

It seems they've been targeted by death.

I don't understand.

Why does a six-year-old child have such a terrifying look in his eyes?

Even a master at level 86 or 87 couldn't possibly put such immense pressure on him!

Luo Feng didn't say anything more and turned to leave the office.

After the three of them left, Zhang Tianxiao wiped his forehead.

Sweat had already seeped out.

Even his back was completely soaked.

"Where did this little monster come from? It's terrifying!"

Zhang Tianxiao muttered to himself.

Although I was very curious, the matter still had to be done.

He made the arrangements very quickly.

When they returned to the arena, Bibi Dong's match had just ended.

The crowd cheered!

Bibi Dong's fighting style was beautiful, swift, and decisive.

Her opponent was a level above her.

But he was killed within fifteen minutes.

"Xiaofeng, shall we go back?"

Bibi Dong returned to his side, and many people around them cast their gazes, so he had to change how he addressed her.

She can now switch between the two forms of address with ease.

"Wait, I have a match to play."

Luo Feng clenched his fist.

Zhang Tianxiao should be able to make the arrangements!

Sure enough, less than a quarter of an hour after Bibi Dong's match ended, the broadcast from the Great Soul Arena was heard.

His match has begun!

Located in the Eleventh Arena, a life-or-death battle!

"Xiaofeng, keep it up!"

In the audience, Bibi Dong waved and shouted.

On the arena, Luo Feng looked at the person opposite him.

Xiang Tianyu, a level 32 Battle Soul Master, whose Martial Soul is a Refined Iron Rod.

"Child?"

Xiang Tianyu looked at Luo Feng with a somewhat bewildered expression.

Although the mask obscured his face, his figure clearly indicated that he was a child.

Has the Great Soul Arena gone mad?

Why would you want to have a kid fight with you?

Is this meant to humiliate him?

"Battle begins!"

The host shouted, and to many, the outcome of this battle was already predetermined.

How could a child possibly be a match for an adult?

"Kid, don't blame me for not warning you. If you participate in the competition, you have to be prepared to die."

Xiang Tianyu laughed heartily, swung his iron rod in a flourish, and slammed it hard into the ground.

One white and two yellow spirit rings rose from beneath his feet.

Even though he was just a child, he could still satisfy his murderous intent.

What he enjoyed most was hearing people scream before they died.

To witness the fear and despair of people on the verge of death.

"Possessed by Yazi!"

Luo Feng remained calm.

The other party's murderous intent was far less than that of a Soul Master from the City of Slaughter.

As his martial spirit was summoned, the body of Ya Zi appeared behind him.

The aura emanating from a primordial beast sent chills down one's spine.

Subsequently, Luo Feng's body underwent changes.

Suddenly, a dark red aura surged around him, causing his robes to flutter wildly.

His arms shimmered with light, covered in fine, dark gold dragon scales, and his fingertips extended into sharp claws.

His pupils transformed into vertical, crimson ones, his brow bones rose with faint golden dragon horn shadows, and a Yazi dragon pattern bloomed on his forehead.

The waist and back reveal golden dragon spine lines.

A chilling killing intent surrounded him!

Despite its small size, it resembled an ancient, ferocious god descending to earth.

Madness, bloodlust!

His fierce and intimidating aura made Xiang Tianyu, who was on the other side, feel terrified.

What kind of martial spirit is that?

Is it really that terrifying?

Never mind, strike first!

Without hesitation, he rushed towards Luo Feng and swung his iron rod down.

Luo Feng, instead of retreating, advanced, and with a push of his feet, he shot out like a cannonball.

Its two sharp claws met the iron rod.