The captains and vice-captains of the five teams that had advanced through the Preliminary Round were all elite young Soul Masters.
Both Xue Ye and Salas of Spirit Hall wanted to recruit them.
With his Fourth Soul Ring already at the ten thousand year level, the only Soul King-level Soul Master among the twenty-eight competing teams, Feng Xiaotian and Tang San were undoubtedly the people both sides most wanted to recruit.
Feng Xiaotian knew that the Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring would bring him trouble.
Among the students competing in this Soul Master Tournament, his Spirit Level was the highest. He had overshadowed Tang San and the other young talents, becoming a highly sought-after figure.
When Spirit Hall encountered a genius, it had only two methods: subdue or destroy.
If they could not obtain someone, they would destroy them.
Feng Xiaotian guessed that his information had likely already been sent to Spirit Hall.
They had many methods. To them, the rules of the competition meant nothing; everything was decided by them.
If they wanted a student to fall, they could accomplish it with ease, whether on the field or off it.
Having foreseen this danger, Feng Xiaotian would find a way to deal with it.
Unlike the other captains and vice-captains, Feng Xiaotian remained utterly calm and uninterested in the generous terms offered by Xue Ye.
This made Salas breathe a slight sigh of relief.
From Xue Ye's promises and Salas's obstruction, one could sense a hint of gunpowder in the air.
Ning Fengzhi merely stood to one side, smiling without a word.
Xue Ye then promised to reward the top three students with the most victories in the Promotion Tournament with soul beasts under thirty thousand years old.
The captains and vice-captains were all delighted. This was exactly what