Soul Hall Might Not Be Weaker Than the Holy Spirit Cult! (6K)

"You're not convinced?"

Number Ninety-Six's eyes flashed with impatience as well. "The Holy Maiden is at Mingyue Hotel. Go on, argue it out with her."

At those words, Number Ninety-Eight immediately shrank back, the image of that Black Phoenix—madly seeming to want to burn heaven and earth to ash—flashing through his mind.

Forget it, forget it.

He was genuinely afraid that the Holy Maiden's Evil Fire would erupt again and she would twist his head right off. Though he suspected her Evil Fire rampage had been an act, he had no proof. And even if it was real, so what?

Over the next few days, no further disturbances arose in the matches, whether in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Tournament or the Xi Shui Alliance's competition. Of course, that was only from Huo Yuhao's—or rather, Shrek Academy's—perspective.

It was not the same for the Saint Spirit Sect, which had drawn Shrek Academy a few days earlier.

Of course, the Saint Spirit Sect had not drawn that opponent themselves, so they could not be blamed. Wang Qiu'er was the one at fault—who told her to be the captain? Everyone who knew her understood just how dreadful her luck at drawing lots was.

The Saint Spirit Sect, which had been wantonly slaughtering other Soul Masters in the tournament, practically wanted to kneel and kowtow before Wang Qiu'er when they encountered her.

After Sea God Fate ended and Wang Qiu'er returned the Sword of Judgment to Huo Yuhao, she somehow pulled out an incomparably masculine Golden Dragon Lance. When it pierced Evil Soul Masters, flames burst forth from their bodies. Huo Yuhao drooled with envy just watching.

This thing was probably no inferior in grade to the Life Engraving Knife in his hand. One stab into an Evil Soul Master left a hole