Yue Guan is horrified, is this to catch them all in one net?!

Yue Guan was horrified: was he planning to wipe them all out?!

Tang San and his group were busy deliberating their tactics for the finals.

In the lodgings of the various other academy teams, numerous squads were frantically making their own tactical arrangements.

The activation of Qian Daoliu's martial soul had, just as he had told Qian Renyu, caused a massive impact across the entirety of Martial Soul City.

The many academy teams participating in the finals were the ones most deeply affected by this display of power.

It wasn't just the academy teams; the upper echelons of Martial Soul Hall were also scrambling, with many spirit masters dispatched throughout the city to maintain order.

Yue Guan coordinated these affairs within the city before immediately returning to the Pope's Palace. Seeing Qian Renyu sitting on the papal throne with his eyes closed in meditation, he bowed respectfully.

"Your Excellency, the activation of the Grand Pontiff's martial soul did indeed cause some commotion in the city. I have already arranged for the senior officials to dispatch spirit masters to maintain order."

"Barring any accidents, Martial Soul City will return to normal within an hour, and the finals can proceed as scheduled!"

Qian Renyu opened his eyes and glanced indifferently at Yue Guan. "Since everything is arranged, proceed according to the original plan."

"Remember, before the grand champion is crowned, do not allow any negative incidents to occur in the city. Maintain whatever order you can!"

"For those who cannot be managed, throw them directly into the Heavenly Prison!"

Yue Guan nodded. "I understand. These matters have already been arranged; I guarantee the Spirit Master Tournament will not be disturbed!"

After saying this, Yue Guan's expression suddenly grew complex.

For a moment, meeting Qian Renyu's scrutinizing gaze, he became somewhat unnatural, his demeanor filled with a strange, unsettling quality.

He wanted to speak but hesitated, then hesitated but wanted to speak.

Qian Renyu took in all of Yue Guan's reactions, his fingers tapping lightly on the armrest of the papal throne.

"Yue Guan, is there anything else you wish to report to me?" Qian Renyu asked.

Yue Guan took a deep breath. "Your Excellency, I heard you and the Grand Pontiff talking earlier, saying you had no intention of entering the arena yourself."

"Should our Martial Soul Academy team continue to prepare according to the previous deployment?"

Qian Renyu did not answer immediately.

Yue Guan's inquiry was much the same as the one Qian Daoliu had posed earlier.

Under normal circumstances, the upper echelons of Martial Soul Hall would not care about the outcome of a Spirit Master Tournament.

But this time was not simple; there was the incident at the city gates, and then there was the activation of Qian Daoliu's martial soul.

With so much momentum built up, if they failed to secure the final championship—especially with the finals being held in Martial Soul City—it would be a disaster.

If they were to capsize in the gutter at home and let another team take the championship, it would truly cause Martial Soul Hall to lose all face.

For the Martial Soul Academy, which possessed the best teaching resources on the entire continent, to build up such hype only to end up making wedding clothes for others—such an outcome would have far-reaching consequences for Martial Soul Hall.

"I have naturally considered these matters."

"Since you have asked, go and bring Yan to see me!"

Qian Renyu pondered for a long time before speaking calmly.

Yue Guan was stunned.

He stood there, looking slightly bewildered, unable to believe what his ears had just heard.

A feeling of hair-raising dread suddenly swept through his entire body.

The events that had occurred less than half an hour ago were suddenly and violently reinforced in his mind.

"Your Excellency, this is...?"

Hiss—His Excellency just dealt with the matter regarding Hu Liena; does he now intend to deal with Yan?

Yan, along with Xie Yue and Hu Liena, are the Golden Generation of our Martial Soul Hall. Is it not enough for His Excellency to have dealt with Hu Liena? Does he intend to deal with Yan and Xie Yue as well?

If that is the case, is he planning to wipe out the entire Golden Generation?!

Yue Guan's imagination ran wild.

He could not fathom Qian Renyu's current arrangement at all.

Suddenly, he deeply regretted being a busybody and asking that question.

Seeing Yue Guan's visible unease, Qian Renyu added at the right moment, "The Golden Generation of Martial Soul Hall cannot all be useless!"

"If they represent our Martial Soul Hall in the tournament and end up losing, it is my face as the Pope that is lost, and it is the face of Martial Soul Hall that is lost!"

"Yan and Hu Liena belong to the same Golden Generation. I am well aware of his feelings for her; he needs a wake-up call and other arrangements!"

"A sycophant who licks until the end will only end up with nothing!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan gasped.

In a daze, he began to understand the intention behind Qian Renyu's arrangement.

Without lingering in the Pope's Palace, Yue Guan hurriedly bowed again. "I understand, Your Excellency! I will go and notify Yan to come for an audience immediately!"

With those words, Yue Guan ran out of the Pope's Palace at top speed.

Qian Renyu's final sentence made him realize that it wasn't that Qian Renyu wanted to settle scores with Yan and Xie Yue, the remnants of the Golden Generation.

Most likely, Qian Renyu intended to make Yan truly recognize his own position.

Yue Guan had no objections to this; as an old fox of Martial Soul Hall, he had seen everything regarding Yan's unrequited love for Hu Liena.

Yan and Hu Liena were people he had watched grow up, and seeing Yan, a proud son of heaven, fail to find his own footing was difficult.

To say he felt nothing in his heart would certainly be a lie.

As an elder, Yue Guan knew it wasn't his place to speak on such matters, even though he genuinely wished to see Yan and Hu Liena end up together.

But a twisted melon is never sweet.

As the Pope, it was far more appropriate for Qian Renyu to intervene in these affairs.

Qian Renyu watched as Yue Guan went to notify Yan to come for an audience, sitting quietly upon the Pope's throne.

The dignity of the Pope meant he could never personally enter the Spirit Master Tournament.

If a generation's Pope were to personally compete, even if he were to win the final championship, it would only lead people to mock Martial Soul Hall for having no one else.

Just as Yue Guan worried, Martial Soul Hall might not care about the championship at other times.

But this time, the championship must not fall into the hands of others.

However, with the advantage of foresight, Qian Renyu knew very well that under normal circumstances, the Martial Soul Academy Team would be no match for Shrek Academy.

Even if Xie Yue and Hu Liena went all out in the finals, they would not be able to reverse the final outcome.

Qian Renyu did not worry too much about these matters, as he had always had other backups prepared.

He, himself, would certainly not personally enter the Spirit Master Tournament.

But his martial soul could appear in the Spirit Master Tournament in his stead.

The Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter martial soul, along with the other five Divine Throne martial souls that had yet to appear, all possessed a very special ability.

Qian Renyu was very clear about the deterrent power of this special ability, and he was also very clear that this special method had the power to reverse everything.

This ability was the very advantage of the Divine Throne martial souls he possessed!

All Divine Thrones can—

Throne, Projection!