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"Was... was it over?"

In the distance, a group of people stared blankly at the battlefield. Vast stretches of land lay in ruin. Powerful air currents and sword energy had churned up fresh earth in many places; other areas had been scorched black by terrifying lightning, while even more had been consumed by violent energy storms and reduced to dust.

The chaotic battle just now had wounded the entire earth, leaving all manner of savage scars sprawled across the ground. As the wind rose, billowing yellow sand swept in every direction.

The rolling sand brushed against their faces, and only then did the onlookers come back to their senses. Someone let out a breath and said weakly, "It's finally over."

That sigh immediately triggered a chain reaction. Countless relieved breaths rose and fell one after another as they looked at the three figures there with complicated, reverent expressions.

Yes, it was finally over...

Many young soul masters gazed at the devastated earth, yearning appearing on their faces.

After witnessing the might of Titled Douluo, they suddenly felt that the Soul Master Tournament no longer seemed so important. So what if they won the tournament? Before power at the level of a Titled Douluo, even a hundred championship teams would not be enough for one to crush.

Some more farsighted soul masters, however, felt lingering fear. Recalling today's battle, cold sweat streamed down their foreheads.

The Titled Douluo who had appeared in today's battle were dazzling to behold. Counting carefully, there had been a total of seven Titled Douluo. Although none had fallen in this battle, the first two had suffered grievous injuries.

At the thought of those two Titled Douluo possibly dying, many people felt a chill run down their spines.

Fortunately, though those two had been severely injured, they