Chapter 57 Another fight with Zhu Zhuyue

At this moment, Dai Yao's heart skipped a beat.

This situation seems a bit familiar?

When he was a first-ring soul master, wasn't that what happened during his battle with Ye Nantian?

Ye Nantian showed a flaw, and he attacked without thinking. If it weren't for the sacred white tiger spirit, he might have been defeated at that time.

What is the difference between Dai Yaming in front of me and Ye Nantian at that time?

The caution formed by six years of living in the cold palace once again came into play.

He stopped, hurriedly used the explosive step, and stepped back.

We were clearly going to win, why did we retreat instead?

This strange scene made all the spectators puzzled and talked about it.

Ye Nantian finally breathed a sigh of relief and was secretly shocked: "What a good boy, you actually saw through the second prince's plan. If I were on the court with countless people's eyes focused on me, I wouldn't be able to be so calm and I would have left without thinking. past."

Bishop Ferdinand smiled gratifiedly, nodded affirmatively and said: "The little guy is not only talented, but also has a good heart. He really has a destiny with my Spirit Hall."

Then he turned his eyes and saw Zhu Zhuqing who was still nervous. He was secretly happy: "It's really buy one get one free. Not only did a sacred white tiger martial spirit come, but also a ghost cat martial spirit came. The two of them also had martial soul fusion skills. He should be destined to join our Wuhun Palace!"

Seeing Dai Yao who was gradually leaving the attack range, Dai Yaming's eyes were tearing apart, and he roared in despair:

"Why are you retreating! Why!"

Dai Yao didn't speak. Seeing Dai Yaming's reaction, he was secretly glad. If he was really careless and was attacked by Dai Yaming's soul bone skill, he would probably be the loser!

During the fluctuation of soul power, the second soul ring lights up!

Thousand-year soul skill - White Tiger Fierce Light Wave!

It’s this soul skill again! Dai Yaming was desperate. If he didn't resist the white tiger's light wave, he would immediately lose his ability to fight.

Reluctantly, he mobilized his last soul power, used his soul bone skill, and shot out.

The two powerful soul skills were in a stalemate with each other, and as time passed, both returned to nothingness.

Dai Yaming knelt down on the ground helplessly, looking at the sky in despair, two hot tears ran across his face.

Today's defeat, not only him, but also his fiancée, as well as his mother clan, all efforts were in vain.

Now he regrets deeply in his heart. If he had cooperated with Dai Yao and established a good relationship, how could he have reached the point where he is today.

He couldn't help but disappoint Zhu Zhuyue and his mother's hopes.

At this time, Dai Yao was still worried about whether Dai Yaming was acting and was hiding something.

He stayed far away from Dai Yaming's attack range and adjusted the soul power surging in his body. With one more white tiger wave of light, he would know whether Dai Yaming had really exhausted his soul power.

The body gradually slowed down, and the thousand-year soul ability lit up, aiming at Dai Yaming who was kneeling on the ground.

Amidst everyone's exclamation and Zhu Zhuyue's desperate cries, the white tiger's intense light enveloped Dai Yaming's body unstoppably.

The white light dissipated, and Dai Yaming, who was covered in bruises, rolled over on the dueling field.

The whole person seemed to be scorched, and his face could no longer be seen clearly, only the sound of breathing intermittently.

"It seems that he really has no resistance."

Dai Yao thought coldly.

He performed a burst step, and an octagonal collapse bombarded Dai Yaming's abdomen.

A huge roar resounded throughout the duel field, Dai Yaming was punched by Dai Yao and fell into the ground, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Three years of humiliation will be returned to you today!" Dai Yao roared.

Punch after punch hit Dai Yaming, and even Dai Yao's clothes were splattered with blood.

Many viewers couldn't bear to watch this bloody scene and turned their heads away. On the high platform, Zhu Zhuyue cried desperately.

Feng Wutong and other people who supported Dai Yao jumped up excitedly, and Zhu Zhuqing, who had always been cold, also smiled beautifully.

Dai Yao gasped and looked at the dying Dai Yaming. He did not hold back any of these punches, releasing all the humiliation he had suffered in the past three years.

After all, he is an offensive soul master, and his life is tough. Even if he is so seriously injured, he can still breathe.

He grabbed Dai Yaming's neck with one hand, lifted him up slowly, looked at Zhu Zhuyue on the high platform, and showed a cruel smile.

"No!" Zhu Zhuyue cried so hard that the pear blossoms were wet with rain, and she shouted in despair.

Dai Yao held up Dai Yaming and turned around, declaring the victory of the game. The coward hat that had been worn on Dai Yao's head for the past three years was shattered into pieces.

Many spectators were severely shocked by this scene, and the entire duel arena fell silent.

In everyone's eyes, there was only that demon-like figure.

Dai Yao threw Dai Yaming to the ground, stepped on his head, pointed at Zhu Zhuyue and said:

"Zhu Zhuyue, I said three years ago, don't regret what you did that day! Today is the day you pay your debt!"

"I'll give you a chance!"

"If you go to the duel field to duel with me today, as long as you win, I will let Dai Yaming go!"

Dai Yao said loudly.

The cold voice echoed throughout the duel field.

Hearing Dai Yao's suggestion, the audience burst into an uproar.

"The fourth prince just fought with the second prince. Although he won by luck, I don't believe he still has soul power!"

"Indeed, the fourth prince is too arrogant. Why is he fighting a great soul master when his soul power is about to be exhausted?"

Most of the audience believed that Dai Yao had very little soul power left and that he was seeking death by fighting Zhu Zhuyue, who was also a great soul master.

But Dai Yaming, who was stepped on, didn't think so. From the few punches Dai Yao had just hit him, he could feel Dai Yao's still surging soul power fluctuations.

In other words, Dai Yao had exhausted his level 29 soul power and still had plenty of soul power left.

What a monster this is!

Only with his powerful soul bone skills can he compete with Dai Yao, but Zhu Zhuyue not only has less soul power than him, but also has less soul skills than him.

As a spirit master of the agility attack system, Zhu Zhuyue's most advantageous speed is almost the same as Dai Yao.

It can be said that Zhu Zhuyue has no chance of winning against Dai Yao!

Dai Yao didn't want to let them go at all!

His head was pressed under his feet and it was difficult to open his mouth. He struggled to spit out two words: "No!"

He stretched out his scarred hands, hugged Dai Yao's feet, and begged for mercy in a hoarse voice: "Please, let her go, let her go! You can torture me no matter how hard you want."

Dai Yao was a little surprised, the second prince was actually an infatuated person.

But he has no time! Soon he will leave the Star Luo Empire, and he will not come back for a long time. He will never allow Zhu Zhuyue to live in peace.

Not long ago, if he hadn't arrived in time, Zhu Zhuqing might have died in Huangquan, how could he easily let Zhu Zhuyue go.

Looking at the hesitant Zhu Zhuyue, Dai Yao provocatively said:

"What? My soul power is almost exhausted, you, a great soul master, dare not accept my challenge?! Or, you are the shrinking turtle?!"