Tang San: That's My Domain!

If it had not been for the generous rewards of this Spirit Master Competition, and for the many sects that had approached them to talk last night, Plant Academy would have been ready to forfeit long ago.

What had they discussed?

They wanted to probe the other side's strength!

The payment was simple enough, too: fifty thousand Gold Soul Coins per person!

All Plant Academy's captain could do was pray that they would go easy on them.

"Attention, all competing members! Summon your Martial Souls within one minute! The match will officially begin when time is up!"

Standing at the edge of the arena, the referee's booming voice shattered the pre-match silence.

On Plant Academy's side, the captain was the first to summon his Martial Soul, with the other six following immediately after.

The glow of spirit rings lit up across the arena.

Four of them had the standard two yellow, two purple Soul Ancestor configuration, while the other three possessed two yellow and one purple rings, making them Soul Elders.

In previous Spirit Master Competitions, a team with four Soul Ancestors would absolutely have been a strong contender for the championship.

But in this tournament, such strength could at most be considered "capable of qualifying."

In contrast, the Spirit Hall Team made another unexpected move.

Other than Bai Bing, who remained standing quietly in place, the other six simultaneously retreated in orderly fashion, not stopping until they reached the edge of the arena.

"Ice Feather Cold Precision! Possession!"

Bai Bing's voice carried not a trace of emotion.

Fine ice-blue scales instantly appeared across her fair skin, gleaming with a cold, frosty sheen.

A pair of enormous ice-blue wings unfolded behind her out of thin air, their edges crystallized with tiny shards of ice.

The next second, an icy, bone-chilling