Afternoon.
The outskirts of Mingdu were as lively as ever. Hundreds of thousands of spectators had been waiting for a long time.
What was laughable was that quite a few people had brought an extra pair of pants to change into. Clearly, after being scared into wetting themselves that morning, they had been left with psychological trauma.
On the platform, Xu Tianran had arrived. He sat comfortably, looking down at the dark mass of people ahead. The feeling of standing above everyone else made his eyes narrow contentedly.
Jing Hongchen was there as well, though his attention was more on his grandson and granddaughter, since Sun Moon Royal Soul Tool Academy had a match that afternoon.
"Your Highness." Suddenly, a stunning woman dressed in an orange palace gown approached and leaned close to Xu Tianran's ear, whispering something.
Xu Tianran's eyelids lifted slightly. His previously relaxed gaze swiftly turned sharp.
This sudden change caught the attention of Jing Hongchen and the other four Rank 9 Soul Tool Masters escorting him, but none dared to ask.
"Your Highness, what should we do?" Ju Zi asked solemnly.
Xu Tianran lightly tapped the armrest with his fingertips. After a moment, he said calmly, "No matter. Let him go. He is Imperial Father's son too. He has the right."
"Understood." Ju Zi slowly departed.
"Imperial Father's body has already reached its limit. Even if you want to do something, you can no longer do it. Keep jumping around. You do not have many good days left." Gazing at Unbreakable Douluo, who was already standing on the Competition Stage, Xu Tianran's lips curled into an indifferent smile.
"Silence."
On the Competition Stage, Unbreakable Douluo calmly spoke through the Amplifying Soul Tool.
The pressure of a Titled Douluo instantly swept across the venue, silencing hundreds of