"Excellent. I like doing business with clever people."
Qian Xunji rose with a hearty laugh and flicked his sleeve. "Prepare well. At the Re-election Assembly, I'll arrange everything for you. When the time comes, you'll know what to do."
A flash of golden light, and Qian Xunji vanished from the great hall, leaving Tuoba Xi kneeling where he was, drenched in sweat, yet with burning ambition in his eyes.
Several weeks passed in the blink of an eye amid the undercurrents swirling across the Douluo Continent.
The eyes of every Soul Master on the continent were fixed on one city—Spirit City.
To showcase his absolute power and grandeur, Qian Xunji had men build an epic circular arena overnight on a vast plain outside Spirit City, large enough to hold hundreds of thousands.
The arena was built entirely of unbreakable granite and special metal. Its enormous central platform stretched a thousand meters in both length and width, more than capable of withstanding a Titled Douluo's full-force bombardment.
The Re-election Assembly officially opened!
On that day, Spirit City was veiled by banners, and the streets thundered with voices. Hundreds of thousands of commoner Soul Masters, spies from various factions, and those yearning to make a name for themselves in battle packed the entire arena until not a soul could squeeze through.
Amid the thunder of ceremonial cannons, the Seven Great Sects and the other powerful factions began entering one after another.
The first to draw a wave of suppressed gasps from the crowd was the Clear Sky Sect, once hailed as the greatest sect under heaven.
At the head of the procession was Tang Zhen, the Clear Sky Sect's leader.
But the domineering aura that had once seemed to swallow mountains and rivers was gone. The empty sleeve of his right