After the Heaven Dou regional matches ended, Emperor Xue Ye delivered another impassioned speech.
Though it was completely useless.
As the ruler of a nation, he naturally could not leave his own territory to party in the core regions of other major powers, so the judging duties for the upcoming Soul Master Tournament were handed entirely to Crown Prince Xue Qinghe.
Of course, they did not set out immediately after the Heaven Dou regional matches. Since they would be heading to Spirit City and the journey was long, the Soul Master Tournament gave each team three days to make adjustments.
The one thing Ye Wen could not understand was why they needed to mobilize five hundred Royal Knights to escort them over a mere competition.
Even the lowest-ranking soldiers of the Royal Knights could not possibly be ordinary people; every one of them was definitely a soul master. With over a thousand soul masters marching grandly toward Spirit City, were they going to compete or start a fight?
Could Emperor Xue Ye truly be sick in the head and planning to tear off all pretenses now? Or was he using this to test Spirit Hall?
This was what he was using to test Spirit Hall?
Ye Wen felt that Emperor Xue Ye might genuinely have something seriously wrong with his brain.
If Spirit Hall had wanted to act, they would have done so long ago. If they did not want to act, they had already spent more than two thousand years not wanting to act. And he was using this to test Spirit Hall? As long as he did not actually make a move, did he really think Spirit Hall was as brain-dead as he was?
As for protecting the students' safety, that was even more ridiculous.
Every soul master