Silence.
The enormous plaza before Pope Palace had fallen into deathly silence.
With overwhelming force, Tang San had successively defeated the three core members of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, and every battle had been a breathtaking, flawless display. By all reason, after witnessing such spectacular cross-rank domination, the spectators below should have erupted into cheers loud enough to lift the roof off the sky.
But... this was Spirit City.
Right under the Pope's nose, who would dare cheer for an enemy who had dealt Spirit Hall such a resounding slap in the face?
The Soul Masters present understood such basic social propriety and factional taboos perfectly well.
Still, setting aside such concerns over their positions.
At this moment, the gazes of the several thousand Soul Masters affiliated with Spirit Hall, fixed upon that young figure on the arena, were all uncontrollably filled with amazement and reverence.
This young Sect Master of the Tang Sect possessed talent so monstrous it was outrageous!
In a pinnacle clash of such immense significance during the semifinals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, he was actually about to accomplish the miracle of defeating seven opponents alone!
Not to mention that his opponents were the Golden Generation, whom Spirit Hall had cultivated with all its resources.
If it had been any one of them below the stage—even if their cultivation had been suppressed to the same Soul King level—whether they could withstand two moves against the Golden Generation would have been uncertain.
Watching such an astonishing junior, everyone could not help but wonder: what kind of mush was inside Tang Hao's head?
If someone like that true dragon had emerged from their own family, they would protect him at all costs, even if it meant bankrupting themselves or risking their lives, ensuring their