"Both sides, fall back."
Zheng Zhan's previously stern expression relaxed somewhat.
Evil Soul Masters had appeared among the participants in this Soul Master Tournament, and the casualty rate was far higher than in previous years. As the tournament's chief referee, he was under enormous pressure, often worrying so much that he could barely sleep.
Yet the two teams before him were exceptionally reassuring.
Especially the Spirit Pagoda. Not only did they always stop at the right point in every battle, but they could usually end their matches early.
They truly saved him a great deal of worry.
And then there were the Spirit Pagoda's Soul Spirits.
Even as a Titled Douluo, Zheng Zhan had seen much in his life, yet every time he saw them, his understanding was refreshed. Just what other secrets did Soul Spirits possess?
He was very curious.
As the two competitors each moved to the edge of the arena.
"Begin!"
With Zheng Zhan's loud shout, the first to make a move was Wu Yifan of the Proud Sword Sect. Carrying his sect's expectations on his shoulders, he could not lose!
He abruptly stepped forward, bringing together the index and middle fingers of his right hand.
Accompanied by a sharp howl, a long, broad azure greatsword appeared in midair, radiating an imposing aura.
Two yellow, two purple, and two black Soul Rings rippled out.
Not only was he a six-ringed Soul Emperor, but he also possessed the optimal Soul Ring configuration.
However, with the sudden emergence of Soul Spirits, perhaps the optimal Soul Ring configuration needed an upgrade. Those first two century-old yellow Soul Rings looked a little out of place...
Almost every spectator had a similar thought.
Because raising a century-old Soul Spirit to the millennium level did not seem difficult.
Especially for the younger generation