Eliminated

Spirit Transmission Tower Headquarters, top-floor office.

Qiangu Zhangting stood before the enormous Soul Guidance Screen, his expression shifting from initial disdain to solemnity, then to its current livid shade. It was as spectacular as an overturned palette.

The expensive glass of red wine in his hand had somehow had its stem crushed. Dark red wine dripped through his fingers onto the costly carpet, spreading into a glaring stain.

"Impossible... This is impossible!"

Qiangu Zhangting's voice twisted with rage. He suddenly turned and smashed his fist into the solid wooden coffee table beside him, reducing the hard rosewood to dust in an instant.

"Qian Li is a Soul Saint and a Two-Word Battle Armor Master. Even if his Dragon Suppression Staff can't compare to our direct line's Penglong Gun, it's still a top-tier Tool Martial Soul. How could he possibly lose to some unknown Number Forty-Seven?"

His chest heaved violently, his eyes bloodshot.

Before the match, he had boasted before his grandfather, Qiangu Dongfeng, that Qian Li reaching the semifinals was a certainty, and winning the championship was already in the bag.

As long as Qian Li won, the Qiangu Family's influence in the Federal Council would rise greatly. Qiangu Zhangting himself could also ride that momentum and climb another step within the Spirit Pagoda.

But now, everything was ruined.

Not only had Qian Li lost, he had lost so thoroughly and so miserably. He had been suppressed from beginning to end, and in the end, even his Martial Soul Avatar had been pierced through with a single spear thrust. This was simply the Qiangu Family's greatest humiliation.

"Trash! All of you are trash!" Qiangu Zhangting smashed a crystal ornament on the table, sending fragments flying everywhere.

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Qiangu Dongfeng walked in slowly.