No one had expected the tournament organizers to offer Soul Bones as prizes—even for the top three teams in the Preliminary Tournament.
Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.
A Thousand-Year Soul Bone might not mean much to powerful experts or exceptionally gifted geniuses.
But to ordinary people, it was an absolute treasure.
After all, countless people didn't have a single Soul Bone. Even some Titled Douluo had none.
That showed just how precious Soul Bones were.
"I heard the Spirit Hall was offering three Ten Thousand Year Soul Bones to the champion of this year's Spirit Master Tournament. I didn't expect the Heaven Dou Empire to offer Soul Bones too, even if they're only Thousand-Year ones."
"What's wrong with a Thousand-Year Soul Bone? Could you even hold on to a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone? You think the Blood River Treasure is just talk?"
Those who heard this sucked in another sharp breath.
A normal Thousand-Year Soul Bone was enough to make people covet it, but they would still need to think carefully and plan thoroughly before making a decision.
But if it were a Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone, most Spirit Masters would risk everything to get their hands on it—even to the point of two nations going to war and rivers running red with blood!
"The Heaven Dou Empire's offerings of Thousand-Year Soul Bones are already quite generous, especially since there are three of them."
Everyone else agreed that this made sense.
Frost Douluo continued, "The Soul Bones are eight thousand years old for the strength-type right arm, three thousand years old for the speed-type right leg, and exactly one thousand years old for the left leg attack-type."
"You'd better fight hard for them. They're all part of my collection, so we'll see which of you manages to