Early on the third day, on June 9th, 738th year of Jianwu in Great Zhou, just as the red sun rose, Ye Zhen once again arrived punctually at the gates of the Battle Soul Hall.
With a whoosh, he first raised that banner, then planted the record flags from the previous two days behind him, along with a third record flag.
"At the first quarter of the Hour of the Dragon on June 9th, Ye Zhen arrived, yet the gates of the Battle Soul Hall remain tightly shut.
Is there no one in the Battle Soul Hall?
Or have they no courage?"
Those few short lines set the priests behind the Battle Soul Hall gates ablaze with fury. Every one of them wished they could rush out and fight Ye Zhen to the death right then.
"Move aside! Let me out! Even if I have to use a forbidden art and burn through my lifespan, I'll fight that bastard Ye again! He's gone too far! I'll kill him!" With bloodshot eyes, Sima Yan stamped his foot in rage and moved to open the hall doors.
Including Sima Yan, many of the Battle Soul Hall priests had not slept all night. They had been holding themselves back, waiting to vent this foul breath.
In fact, even Right Grand Chief Priest Dalan Tai had stayed awake all night, waiting for this day.
As a Right Grand Chief Priest, he had been beaten black and blue by Ye Zhen before so many people, losing every shred of face. The rage in his heart was even greater than that of those before him.
But they still had to be stopped.
"Don't rush it. Don't ruin the Hall Master's grand plan! The Hall Master has long made arrangements!" Dalan Tai urged.
"Arrangements? But this is