Ning Fengzhi Was the Informant

It's over!

The Soul Master Tournament has officially concluded!

The entire mountainside fell into silence, with many still not having recovered from the shock.

Yaomei looked at Meng Yiran and Oscar, who were still standing on the stage, and without a word, flung her Moon Blades again.

"No good! Run!"

Oscar was the first to react, scrambling to flee the stage. He didn't care that his legs were scraped by the broken platform.

"!!!"

Meng Yiran snapped back to reality and quickly moved.

Just as the Moon Blades swept over, she leaped off the stage, narrowly escaping.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong exchanged glances with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside her, their eyes filled with uncontrollable joy and relief.

Martial Soul Hall had won.

The four Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones were secured.

They could even gain two more Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones!

Bibi Dong's eyes, sharp as swords, fixed on Tang San, who lay collapsed on the stage.

Hum!

On the stage, Hu Liena and Xie Yue dispelled their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, returning to their individual forms. They both looked towards Yan, and a smile appeared on all seven of their faces.

"Brother, we won," Hu Liena said with a smile.

Xie Yue wore a look of satisfaction. "Finally winning this championship, it hasn't been in vain that we've been nurtured by the Pope."

"Cough, cough."

On the stage, Tang San, half his body scorched, struggled to get up. But the warm liquid constantly overflowing from his mouth told him he was in no condition to fight.

"Congratulations on achieving final victory."

The voice of Pope Bibi Dong cut through the triumphant atmosphere of the Martial Soul Hall team and brought the surrounding Soul Masters back to their senses.

Bibi Dong, along with the Title Douluos, stood