But Salas did not rush to argue. After the drawing ended, he swept his gaze across the entire venue. An invisible aura of supreme swagger spread out as he spoke calmly.
"My drawing was absolutely free of deception. To ensure fairness, I swear upon Spirit Hall's honor. Does anyone have any objections?"
The Soul Masters present instinctively nodded. Although the major top-tier powers were deeply hostile toward Spirit Hall, the audience was not. In their eyes, Spirit Hall's credibility remained quite strong.
Ye Wen's mouth twitched. Good grief, if you've got the guts, swear on your Martial Soul. What's the point of using Spirit Hall as a scapegoat?
Isn't that as absurd as saying, 'If I lie, may my brother get struck by lightning'!?
Ye Wen, who had originally thought that Salas might not have cheated, now immediately felt that this crafty bastard had probably tampered with something.
Then Salas continued, "At the same time, I hereby announce that any competing students from the Soul Master Academies present who reach the final grand finals will exceptionally be permitted to join the Spirit Hall directly."
The entire venue erupted into an uproar.
The core members of the various academies would not switch sides, since they were already members of their respective families. But not every other student was. This was plainly a blatant attempt to poach Heaven Dou's talent!
Although the Heaven Dou Spirit Hall was a subordinate hall of Spirit Hall, in the eyes of commoner Soul Masters, it was already a shortcut for those with no hope of becoming Titled Douluo to enter the upper echelons of power. The temptation was immense.
Xue Ye's expression darkened. He had not expected Salas to dare steal the future hopes of his empire right in front of him. How was that any