Shen Lian knew nothing of the undercurrents within Pope Palace. Even if he had known, he would only have laughed them off.
In his eyes, Spirit Hall's maneuvers were no more than the futile struggle of an ant trying to topple a tree.
The night passed without incident. When the first ray of dawn pierced through the mist over Spirit City, the horn signaling the start of the Soul Master Tournament finals had already sounded.
Shen Lian arrived at the arena early with Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong. Their seats in the VIP section offered an excellent view of the entire Soul Fighting Arena.
The arena was already packed to the brim. The cheers of tens of thousands of soul masters nearly lifted the roof away.
Flags of every major faction snapped in the stands, and the air was thick with excitement and tension—today would determine the ultimate champion of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament.
Before long, the gates on either side of the Soul Fighting Arena slowly rose.
On the left, the Spirit Hall Representative Team wore matching white uniforms. Led by Hu Liena, the seven moved with steady steps, their Soul Power fluctuations perfectly synchronized. Their coordination had clearly been tempered through countless battles.
On the right, Tang San's team carried even greater momentum. After yesterday's incident, vengeance burned in every one of their eyes. Tang San in particular radiated a sharper aura from his Clear Sky Hammer than he had the day before.
Just as both sides prepared to enter the arena, Shen Lian slightly raised his brow, a teasing curve forming at his lips.
He sensed two utterly undisguised auras locking onto him like venomous snakes.
Following his senses, the first thing he saw was a burly figure in the stands.
Tang Xiao wore dark