A Fine Saddle for a Fine Horse, a Precious Sword for a Hero

"We're the champions!"

At that moment, He Caitou was the first to realize that the tournament was completely over. He excitedly rushed forward and shouted.

The next instant, Shrek's other team members realized it as well. With strange cries, they all charged onto the Soul Arena to bask in the sudden glory of being champions.

Although their championship had come a little too quickly—not only had the Grand Finals been canceled outright, but even the semifinal had been steamrolled by Chen Ping alone—they had put in plenty of hard work in the earlier matches!

Besides, having won this tournament, the Champion Reward was not something that could be dismissed with a mere few Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones. The Sun Moon Empire was going to hand over a Rank Nine Soul Guidance Device!

Who wouldn't love a Rank Nine Soul Guidance Device delivered right to their door?

Ning Tian and Wu Feng were equally thrilled. When Chen Ping declared that he alone would take part in the Team Battle against those four Evil Soul Masters, the two of them had nearly worried themselves to death.

Even if Chen Ping had brought the two of them along, they could have made it a three-against-four battle.

With Wu Feng, a Power Attack System soul master, drawing part of the enemy fire at the front, and Ning Tian handling the buffs, Chen Ping's chances of breaking through the Holy Spirit Sect Team would have risen considerably.

Therefore, when they saw Chen Ping standing on the Soul Arena until the very end completely unharmed, the two women each planted a loud kiss on one side of his face, making him so delighted that snot nearly bubbled from his nose.

"Tang Sect Team, you previously stated that you would voluntarily forfeit your right to contend