When Ye Xuan's words reached Tang San's ears, his face turned blood-red, and he panted like a bull.
He collapsed to the ground, tears mingling with blood across his face, which was filled with despair and unwillingness.
He looked at Ye Xuan, then at Ah Yin standing behind him. The hatred in his heart seemed to have been extinguished by icy water, leaving behind only endless helplessness.
He had not only lost the match and his dignity, but also his final hope.
The referee stepped onto the arena and announced loudly.
"The finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament go to the Martial Soul Hall Academy team!"
Bibi Dong rose to her feet, a satisfied smile appearing on her face.
Ye Xuan's performance had far exceeded her expectations. She had not chosen the Holy Son wrongly.
Ye Xuan turned and gave a slight bow toward the Pope's seating area before walking over to Ah Yin. "You've worked hard, Ah Yin."
Ah Yin smiled gently, stepped forward, and embraced Ye Xuan with smiling eyes. Then she transformed into a phantom and merged back into Ye Xuan's third soul ring.
The champion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament had been decided.
The golden pillar of light in Spirit City's central arena suddenly froze.
Dressed in a moon-white Pope's robe trimmed in gold, Bibi Dong stood at the highest point of the awards platform. Faint Soul Power curled around her fingertips as she gently held aloft three radiant soul bones.
"Hu Liena." Her voice was crisp as the first soul bone, gleaming with a dark crimson hue, floated toward the alluring young woman.
"This Wisdom Skull, condensed from the spiritual power of a fifty-thousand-year Holy Phantom Demon Ape, belongs to you."
Hu Liena's eyes shone as the tips of her