At that moment, Salas quickly adjusted his expression to the most respectful one, stepped forward briskly, and bowed slightly. "Thank you for your presence, Dean Xie. I am deeply sorry for not welcoming Salas properly."
Xie Ru nodded slightly in response.
Then, he turned to Xue Ye: "Your Majesty Xue Ye."
Finally, Chao Ning Fengzhi and the surrounding nobles nodded. " Sect Master Ning, esteemed gentlemen."
His demeanor at that moment was surprisingly respectful.
A hint of a smile flashed in Xue Ye's eyes, but she remained silent.
The mere presence of a person was enough to cause the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall to suffer a setback; my master is truly a god-like figure!
Ning Fengzhi his teacup, watching this scene with a smile.
Some people just need to be taught a lesson.
When Dean Xie arrives, it's more effective than anything else.
Salas sat down and obediently shut up.
This year's task is simple: keep a close eye on the rising stars of Heaven Dou, especially those who have recently gained fame, and recruit them into the Spirit Hall.
Although the Spirit Hall has been implementing a rural Martial Soul Awakening service, how many Soul Master can actually emerge from the common people?
Xue Ye looked at him with a half-smile and said softly, "Bishop Salas is a little late today."
Salas smiled and replied, "I apologize for the delay on the journey, Your Majesty."
After he sat down, his gaze wandered across the arena, as he secretly plotted something.
How did Xie Ru suddenly appear here?
How many years has it been since he attended an event like this?
Suddenly, he saw three figures emerge from the contestants' tunnel.
Salas's gaze sharpened instantly.
Why is Chen Xuan here too?
Is he good at fighting?
So, Xie Ru came to see him?
Are you here to see those two people again?
So, when the time comes, will we do it or not?
If he truly offended Chen Xuan, would Xie Ru, who was behind him, let him off the hook?
Just as he was pondering this, the host's voice resounded throughout the venue:
"Next up is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy Second Team! Zhou Qiubai, Yang Guyun, and Chen Xuan!"
The entire venue fell silent for a moment, then erupted like thunder.
" Heaven Dou Second Team? Those three represent Heaven Dou?"
"Three people? Three people fighting a team battle?"
"My God, isn't that the White Clothes Sword? That god of death is here, what are we supposed to do fighting?"
"Let's call it a day, let's just compete for second place."
Wails and cries of pain echoed from the contestants' stands of various colleges.
Yu Tianxin from the Thunder Academy stared at the three figures, remained silent for three seconds, then suddenly turned to her teammates. "If we encounter them, I only have one requirement: don't lose too badly."
"Captain, can you say something uplifting?"
Yu Tianxin sighed helplessly, "Raising your spirit won't help; strength speaks for itself."
Huo Wu from the Blazing Fire Academy bit her lip, her gaze shifting between Zhou Qiubai and Huo Wushuang. Huo Wushuang slapped her. "What are you looking at?"
Huo Wu replied matter-of-factly, "Can't I look at handsome guys?"
Huo Wushuang: "..."
She's hopeless.
The atmosphere in the Shrek Academy's contestant area was completely different.
Dai Mubai stared intently at Zhou Qiubai on the stage, his eyes blazing with fury.
Three people.
There were only three of them.
What does this mean?
This means that if Shrek can beat them, they'll be climbing over the current hotshot to get to the top.
The whole continent will know that Shrek Academy is the real monster concentration camp.
"Did you see them all?" Dai Mubai said in a deep voice, "There are only three of them."
Ma Hongjun rubbed his hands together, eager for a fight. "Boss, let's go! One against three, that'll be awesome!"
Xiao Wu bounced around beside her, saying, "That's right, let them see how powerful Shrek is!"
Dai Mubai nodded. "There are seven of us and only three of them, so we have the advantage. As long as we coordinate well, we might still have a chance."
His words were impassioned, as if victory were already within his grasp.
Although I couldn't beat them one-on-one before, surely seven against three won't be enough?
Moreover, Chen Xuan might not be able to fight, so it would be seven against two.
Seven against two, Shrek has the advantage!
Zhu Zhuqing stood to the side, silent.
She looked at the three people, then at her teammates who seemed to be on steroids, and felt a mix of emotions.
What are our advantages?
Are you guys serious?
That Zhou Qiubai was able to defeat Soul Emperor even without using any Soul Skill.
That Yang Guyun, his spear shook countless Soul Fighting. That Chen Xuan...
Although he never makes a move, his martial uncle is Titled Douluo.
Who dares to hit him? Who dares to touch him?
Where do you get your confidence?
Ning Rongrong also understood what truly outstanding people are like.
It wasn't the kind of person who was all hyped up and shouting slogans.
Rather, it's the aura that allows the entire audience to fall silent simply by standing on the stage and saying nothing.
Zhou Qiubai and his team were in the first round of the Qualifying Tournament.
On the competition stage.
The opposing team had turned pale.
They are not a strong team; they only have one Soul Ancestor, and the rest are all Soul Elder.
I was hoping to make a name for myself at the competition, but instead I've only shown my backside.
After all, the Second Team is definitely weaker than the first team.
But instead, these three killing gods appeared?
"Um... Zhou Qiubai..." The captain swallowed hard. "What... what do we do?"
The vice-captain was almost in tears. "What should we do? Can we just surrender?"
"You bunch of idiots who could be museum pieces! The rules of the competition don't allow surrender!"
"So, shall we... have a symbolic fight? So we can lose in a more respectable way?"
The team leader took a deep breath and tried to bolster his confidence. "Don't panic! There are only three of them! There are seven of us, so the advantage is on our side!"
The team members looked at him with complicated expressions.
Captain, do you even believe that yourself?
The gong sounded to start the match.
Zhou Qiubai made a move.
He didn't use any Soul Skill, just took a light step.
With that step, he became a blur, instantly cutting into the enemy formation.
Before the other person could react, the first person felt a lightness around their waist.
By the time he came to his senses, Zhou Qiubai was already standing in front of the second person. With a light tap of his sword, the man's wrist went numb, and his Martial Soul fell to the ground with a "clang" and disappeared.
The third person tried to escape, but already felt Zhou Qiubai's sword at the back of his neck, the chill penetrating to the bone.
It only takes three breaths.
Three people fell to the ground.
The entire place was deathly silent.
Immediately, cheers erupted like a tidal wave.
"Holy crap! Three people in three breaths!"
"He didn't use any Soul Skill! He didn't even use Soul Skill!"
"This is the White Clothes Sword? He's ruthless..."
Yang Guyun made a move.
He simply took a step forward and casually thrust the Returnless Spear forward.
The Black Spear fired directly at the opponent's main attacker.
The attacker hurriedly raised his weapon to try and block.
when!
The moment the gun tip collided with the weapon, the man was shaken by the Giant Strength and sent flying backward, crashing into the wall behind him.
One shot.
Just one shot.
The remaining three people on the other side stood there, looking at each other, then at Zhou Qiubai, then at Yang Guyun, then at themselves, and fell into self-doubt.
What are we here for?
Are you looking for a masochistic experience?
As for Chen Xuan, he didn't even raise his head from beginning to end.
How can they fight back?
What a load of crap!
Everyone should go home, wash up, and go to bed.