Three days later.
Outside Spirit City, beside the Grand Canal.
Qian Xunji wore a long gilded robe and the papal crown. At his side stood Second Worship Murong Chayue, Fifth Elder Murong Fuhai, Mighty Lion Douluo, Guangling Douluo, and seven Title Douluo-level elders from the Elder Hall.
Behind them were fifty thousand Black Flame Army soldiers, all still clad head to toe in black armor, mounted on imposing black warhorses as their banners snapped in the wind. Following them was an army of three hundred thousand standard troops, infantry and cavalry alike. Though their equipment and bearing could not compare to the Black Flame Army's, they were still an imposing force.
Qian Xunji turned to face the crowd, his voice impassioned. "Warriors of Spirit Hall, raise your heads and look upon this chaotic continent! The emperors of Heaven Dou and Star Luo have used imperial power as shackles, trampling the dignity of commoners beneath their feet and drowning the people's cries beneath the feasting and revelry of their palaces!
"They use so-called rules to divide people into noble and lowly, and rotten systems to snuff out the light of the common people. This continent should have been cleansed long ago."
"Warriors, are you willing to let your descendants suffer beneath the trampling of those so-called nobles?"
"NO!!!"
"NO!!!"
All three hundred and fifty thousand soldiers roared in unison. The overwhelming majority of them were not soul masters. The gulf between commoners and nobles had obstructed them all their lives, and they would never allow their children to continue living in such a world without dignity or fairness.
"Are you willing to drag those high and mighty nobles from their horses and restore clarity to this continent?!"
"We are! We are! We are!!!"
"Then raise the army! I, Qian Xunji, in