That day, Yanbo City bustled with noise and activity. After several months of desolation caused by the war, this city that guarded the throat of trade between the continent's north and south seemed to have come back to life.
At the center of the city, a massive arena had long since been completed. The enormous platform was constructed entirely from hard gray-black basalt, measuring one hundred meters in both length and width.
Below the arena stood dozens of large and small soul master groups. More than a thousand soul masters waited expectantly, watching another raised platform not far from the arena with respectful gazes.
On the raised platform, Zhao Xuan accepted the documents Jade Lord Douluo handed him from the side. After glancing through them, he placed them on the table.
Before registration closed yesterday, more than sixty sects had already gathered in Yanbo City, accounting for over half of the sect world. Strategically speaking, they had already achieved their goal of containing Spirit Hall.
"But... Clear Sky Sect still hasn't come?"
Zhao Xuan murmured in surprise. If Clear Sky Sect failed to come again this time, it would be removed from the upper three sects.
"Who knows? Maybe Spirit Hall really scared them out of their wits."
Bone Douluo sat beside Zhao Xuan. Leaning back in his chair and basking in the warm sunlight, he wore a comfortable expression, though his tone was anything but polite.
"Everything else is ready. Are you ready? If so, we can begin."
At that moment, the master responsible for the entire tournament process walked up from beside the platform and looked helplessly at this group of "lords."
"Then let's begin."
Zhao Xuan and Bone Douluo straightened in their seats. Outside, they represented more than just themselves—they were also the face of their sects.