The Snow Empress withdrew her hand and looked through the heavy hall doors toward the plaza. "Don't worry. They delivered themselves right to our doorstep."
The head-on clash between Yu Xiaozhu and Tian Ling's Martial Soul Fusion Skill and Tang San and Ning Chengjiu's had already shown the spectators the peak of the younger generation.
But nine giant hammers smashing through the Arena at once went far beyond any competition.
In the stands, tens of thousands of spectators rose from their seats as one. Those in the front rows gripped the railings and stared stiff-necked at the Arena.
Around the outer stands, veteran Soul Masters and nobles who had seen plenty took one look at the nine hammers, gathered up their robes without a word, and sprinted for the exits of the Great Soul Arena.
Once a battle between Titled Douluo broke out, no one would care whether the spectators lived or died.
The air overhead whistled again and again.
Five white-haired elders in gray-brown homespun robes plunged from the sky, each landing with both feet on the end of a Clear Sky Hammer's handle.
The Clear Sky Sect's Second Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, Fifth Elder, and Seventh Elder!
The instant the five elders landed, they released their Soul Power together.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black—forty-five Spirit Rings lit up one after another around the Arena, their glare too bright to look at.
Most of these elders had only just crossed the threshold into Titled Douluo, with Soul Power Levels between ninety-one and ninety-three.
But on the Douluo Continent today, any sect that could field five Titled Douluo of its own at once—and arm them with the destructive power of the world's foremost Tool Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer—had an elder squad capable