Spirit City, Pope Hall.
The clamor of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament had faded.
The square stood deserted, but the Pope Hall remained brightly lit.
The heavy doors were shut tight. To one side of the hall, the Snow Empress and the Ice Empress stood quietly.
Qian Daoliu was giving Qian Renhan some instructions in a low voice. The Grand Pontiff, who usually kept to himself, was unusually excited.
Below the steps, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, Yan, Qian Renling, and Yu Xiaozhu waited quietly. Several elders had just finished handling the defenses around the arena and the aftermath of the battle, and returned one after another to report.
The space at the center of the hall suddenly rippled.
Qian Xunji stepped out, landing in the middle of the hall. After bidding farewell to the God King of Destruction, he had returned directly.
He did not deliberately release his pressure, yet the instant he appeared, every gaze in the hall converged on him. In today's battle, he had shattered the Asura God's projection with his sword. Now Qian Xunji's name loomed over the entire continent, and no one dared challenge his edge.
"Greetings, Your Holiness!"
Everyone dropped to one knee in unison. Armor struck the tiled floor in a single, synchronized clang, their voices brimming with barely restrained fervor.
Qian Xunji waved casually. "Rise, all of you."
The Snow Empress approached, swept her gaze over him, and asked:
"Everything all right? Did the Asura God give you any trouble at the end?"
"Just a few words for appearances. Nothing serious." Qian Xunji shook his head and smiled faintly.
"Take the Ice Empress and get some rest."
The Snow Empress nodded slightly. She had never cared about Spirit Hall's internal affairs or its bloodshed. Since Qian Xunji had returned