The Soul Master World Wasn't About Fighting and Killing, but Knowing How to Play the Game

An eerie silence hung over the VIP Seats.

Ning Fengzhi held his teacup with its rim already touching his lips, yet he still hadn't taken a sip.

He glanced at the center of the arena, then lowered his eyes to the tea in his cup.

A moment later, Sect Master Ning silently set the cup back down.

For now, he simply couldn't stomach this tea.

Meanwhile, the corners of Ning Fengzhi's mouth twitched several times.

He had lived for so many years. What storms hadn't he weathered?

But something like this...

Sorry.

This truly lay beyond the scope of his experience.

Seated in the very center, Xue Ye looked positively livid.

He dared not imagine what the other kingdoms and the Star Luo Empire would say about this opening ceremony after today.

Bishop Salas reacted even more dramatically, springing straight out of his chair.

He stared at the center of the Spirit Fighting Arena, opening and closing his mouth repeatedly without managing a single complete sentence.

What was this?

A new kind of opening ceremony?

Xue Qinghe couldn't bear to look either.

But when he caught sight of Xue Xing squirming as though seated on a bed of needles, another emotion smothered his disgust.

This was a good thing.

Xue Beng and his uncle Xue Xing had spent these past few months running themselves ragged, terrified of giving Tang San and the others anything less than the best.

Now, at last, they had something to show for it.

An earth-shattering debut.

An earth-shattering debut in the most literal sense.

Xue Qinghe lowered his eyes, suppressing the smile that nearly tugged at his lips. When he turned his head, only concern remained on his face.

"Uncle, is this the genius you kept praising to the skies?"

"Making a scene like this