The wind in Spirit City was colder than usual.
Only three days had passed since news of Tang Hao's capture spread across the continent through its foremost organization, the Buliangren. This sacred city, already solemn and imposing, had become the focus of every eye on the continent.
In Spirit Hall's great plaza, construction crews worked day and night on a judgment platform a hundred feet high. Built entirely of obsidian, it had already begun to take shape. Angelic crests with outspread wings adorned its pillars, and the cold stone gleamed ominously in the sunlight.
Around the plaza, Spirit Hall's silver-armored soul masters stood guard every few paces. Not even a fly could slip through.
Golden Crocodile Douluo personally presided over the plaza. His rank-ninety-nine pressure loomed like an invisible mountain over the entire city. Anyone who tried to cause trouble here would be ruthlessly suppressed on the spot.
"By order of His Holiness the Pope, all representatives attending the ceremony shall stay in Spirit Hall's guesthouse and may not leave the designated area without permission."
"On the day of judgment, all soul tools and weapons are forbidden. Violators will be charged with disrupting the proceedings and killed on the spot!"
"The continent-wide soul-powered broadcast array has completed testing. In half a month, it will reach every major city in the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire. Everyone will be able to witness the final fate of the human traitor with their own eyes!"
The heralds' voices echoed through Spirit City's streets and alleys, every word striking everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.
No one doubted Spirit Hall's resolve.
Twelve years ago, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao had killed Spirit Hall's old pontiff, Angel Douluo, for the sake of a hundred-thousand-year soul beast. He had torn open the greatest