Douluo V: Starting with daily check-ins, I'm trying to trick Xiao Wu into becoming my wife.

The Marquis of the Underworld laughed wildly, his gaze roaming over Xiao Wu, his words full of lewdness.

He continued, "Little girl, we two are peak level 49 Soul Masters. No matter how heaven-defying Long Aotian's talent is, he's still just a Soul Master. You two brats are no match for us. However, if you don't want to suffer..."

"After the Soul Battle is over, come keep me company tonight, how about it? Hahahaha!"

The Marquis of the Underworld was as burly as a mountain, and when he spoke these words, his expression was utterly lewd.

Beside her, Yue Ji had alluring eyes and a seductive figure. Her gaze fell on Xiao Wu's delicate figure, and her tongue slowly licked the corner of her red lips, her eyes filled with a playful covetousness.

Her voice was languid as she gave a soft command: "Lord of the Underworld, advance."

Upon receiving the command, the spirit rings around the Underworld Marquis lit up one after another, three purple and one black, with the fourth jet-black ten-thousand-year spirit ring being particularly eye-catching.

The entire venue erupted in chaos, with many spectators shouting and clamoring.

Ao Yin coldly stared at the stage. With such meager skills, how dare they utter such foul language? It was utterly laughable.

He originally intended to go forward directly and teach Minghou a lesson, but Xiaowu had already flashed away, so Ao Yin stopped where he was and handed the stage over to her.

Xiao Wu leaped into the air, her petite figure soaring through the sky, the stone slabs of the arena beneath her feet cracking with each step. Four soul rings, two yellow and one purple, slowly swirled around her, their layers of light making the girl's figure appear even more agile.

When Minghou saw that his first and second soul rings were only yellow and hundred-year-old, he was slightly relieved at first. However, the powerful soul force emanating from the purple soul ring made him feel a chill.

Before he could think any further, a soft figure had already wrapped around his waist.

Xiao Wu's hair flew wildly, her cheek almost pressed against Ming Hou's chest, her breath sweet as orchids, her smile sly: "Big guy, try the tricks of the Soft Bone Enchanting Rabbit."

"First Soul Skill - Waist Bow! Explosive Eight-Stage Throw!"

A deafening roar!

Dust billowed into the sky, and when the dust settled, Minghou was slammed into the dent of the arena.

Xiao Wu gracefully landed several meters away, patted her sleeves, glanced back at the disheveled Ming Hou on the ground, a faint smile on her lips, and then turned her gaze to Yue Ji.

Yue Ji showed no sign of panic. With her back to Xiao Wu, her captivating eyes were fixed on Ao Yin, and her red lips seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

"Little sister, you are too naive. The Marquis of the Underworld's martial soul is the Ironclad Rhinoceros, and his skin and flesh are as hard as refined iron. Those few blows just now were nothing more than tickling him."

The voice just fell.

Bang! Shards of rock flew everywhere!

Covered in dust, Minghou suddenly sprang up, his body curling up and transforming into a sharp rhinoceros horn cannonball.

"First Soul Skill - Thrust!"

The violent soul power locked onto Xiao Wu, and in an instant it rushed close, the rhinoceros horn only an inch away from the girl's nose, and the fierce wind ruffled her temples.

A close call!

"Rabbit kick!"

Xiao Wu's figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, and Ming Hou crashed hard into the arena, shattering the hard surface.

Xiao Wu, who had narrowly escaped, felt her chest rise and fall slightly, still shaken.

But she did not back down. A faint pink mist clouded her almond-shaped eyes, and she quietly activated her second soul skill, Charm. She slowly approached Minghou, her voice soft and lingering, her eyes sparkling with a hint of coquettishness and a touch of teasing.

"Don't be so fierce... I just wanted to test if you were really that hard, why did you start by hitting me right away?"

"The bunny is so cute, how could you bear to do this to me? Let's play a little whip game first, okay?"

Hades' mind was clouded by the allure of pink, his eyes becoming hazy and feverish as he stared intently at the girl before him, bursting into maniacal laughter: "Good! Good! Little whip! I like it!"

Xiao Wu twisted her waist, and her slender, jade-like legs swept out like soft whips.

Unable to dodge in time, Minghou took a solid kick, leaving a bright red mark on his cheek, and the burning pain exploded instantly.

"What a troublesome little girl!"

Enraged, the Marquis of the Underworld waved his hand, and a frost-covered sword appeared.

"Fourth Soul Skill - Iron Horse and Icy River!"

A bone-chilling cold swept across the entire area, and icicles spread wildly along the ground, locking onto Xiao Wu's location. Xiao Wu teleported and dodged several times in succession, but she could not shake off that chilling killing intent.

Seeing this, Ao Yin was about to step forward to help.

A hot and alluring figure suddenly blocked his way.

Yue Ji exuded a rich fragrance, almost touching Ao Yin. Her eyes were like water, her breath gently brushing against him, and her laughter was charming and tender.

"Little brother Aotian, don't rush over there. You haven't even had a proper chance to get to know your sister yet. How can I let you interfere in someone else's battle?"

Ao Yin raised an eyebrow slightly.

Tsukihime was bold enough to dare to stand in his way alone, knowing that he had never been defeated.

On the other side of the arena, the ice sword shattered with a crash, and Xiao Wu and Ming Hou were locked in fierce combat.

Ao Yin's gaze fell on Yue Ji, who was standing close by. The fragrance emanating from her body lingered in his nostrils, and a playful smile curved his lips. His tone was slightly mocking.

"Since you're so eager to spar with me, I'll play along. Perfect timing, we can have a good chat about life."

Before he finished speaking, Ao Yin suddenly charged forward.

"Awei's Eighteen Styles, Continuous Ejaculation!"

Tsukihime's pupils contracted slightly, and she quickly stepped back, her legs unconsciously tightening slightly, and a faint blush rising on her cheeks.

Such explosive speed is something that a Soul Master should never possess.

Her red lips parted slightly, her breath slightly ragged: "Little brother, a momentary burst of energy won't do. I wonder if you can last a little longer?"

A hint of mockery flashed across Ao Yin's eyes.

Is it durable?

These words were practically a provocation against him.

At this moment, he deliberately suppressed 50% of his soul power and also concealed his soul rings, but his physique and endurance still far surpassed those of ordinary soul masters.

"First Soul Skill - Moonwalk!"

With several loud bangs, the air exploded one after another. Yue Ji's graceful body twisted and turned like a serpent, her clothes fluttering, as she actively met Ao Yin's attack.

The two figures suddenly clashed, their attacks extremely fierce.

Tsukihime's hair was disheveled, her chest heaved violently, her cheeks were flushed, and she was panting heavily, but her eyes burned with intense fighting spirit.

She hadn't had such an exhilarating battle in a long time.

"Not bad, Long Aotian. You've been hiding quite a bit of skill. I'd really like to see just how much of your strength you've used in these few days and matches at the Great Soul Arena."

She could clearly sense that this dark horse in front of her was holding back too much!

Ao Yin's eye twitched slightly. Yue Ji's words contained a hidden meaning!

"So powerful... This is the foundation of a peak-level Soul Master!"

After exchanging blows with Yue Ji for only a few breaths, Ao Yin felt a quiet sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, mixed feelings) in his heart.

Even though he deliberately suppressed 50% of his soul power and restrained most of his strength, he could still clearly sense that Yue Ji's foundation was terrifyingly powerful, far beyond that of an ordinary soul master.

Across from her, Yue Ji smiled wickedly, her slender fingers gently brushing across her full, white chest. She slowly played with a few strands of black hair clinging to her skin, her posture languid yet alluring, exuding charm.

She chuckled softly, her tone brimming with provocation and disdain:

"So it turns out that our dark horse of the Great Soul Arena, little brother Long Aotian, is just all talk and no action."

"With such meager skills, there's no need for the Underworld Lord to deal with that little girl. I, by myself, can toy with you from beginning to end and have you completely under my control."

As soon as she finished speaking, a cold glint flashed in Yueji's eyes.

In her eyes, no matter how talented Long Aotian was, he was still only a level 42 Soul Master!

With a sudden burst of ghostly movement, her slender and supple figure, carrying a cool and elegant fragrance, instantly closed in on Ao Yin!