What If Qian Renxue Tried Seduction...

He wore a long, bright red robe with gold trim; he was so thin he looked like a javelin; he had a hooked nose and thin lips.

Salas, one of the four Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall and the Spirit Hall representative stationed in Heaven Dou City!

The Xue Ye smiled. "Bishop Salas is interested in him?"

"I just heard that Sect Master Ning's son-in-law is a genius, so I couldn't help but take a second look." Salas's lips twitched.

Xue Ye did not respond, but remained secretly on guard.

Salas's visit was ostensibly at the behest of the Spirit Hall, to demonstrate their respect for the new generation.

In reality, the Spirit Hall simply wanted to use this opportunity to recruit promising geniuses.

"Then, as is customary," Xue Ye said Youyou, "It should be your turn to draw lots and arrange the order of the battles."

Salas didn't stand on ceremony and directly took the divination tube from the servant's hand.

"The first match – Long Night Team vs. Heaven Dou Imperial Academy Team 2!"

"The second match— Shrek Team versus Iron Sword Sect Team!"

The Xue Ye instantly cast a death stare at him!

Salas, however, acted as if nothing had happened, arranging the items in order one by one and returning to his seat.

"Bishop Salas," Xue Ye said in a deep voice, "What does this mean?"

"Your Majesty is joking," Salas said calmly. "The drawing of lots is entirely up to fate; how could I dare to interfere?"

A chill flashed in the eyes of the Xue Ye, but he couldn't afford to lose his temper in front of tens of thousands of spectators.

Salas was clearly testing Ye Hua's strength and, incidentally, trying to sow discord between Ye Hua and the Empire!

The Royal Dou Team 2 suffered heavy losses in an attack by Evil Soul Master and is destined to be defeated!

When their own team got beaten up, he and the Education Committee inevitably harbored resentment!

"A clever scheme," Xue Ye sneered.

Amidst the open and covert struggles, the teams have already entered the fray.

When the Royal Dou Team 2 realized that their opponent was Ye Hua, they all looked dejected.

"Teacher Ye," the captain said with a wry smile, "You're going to personally participate?"

Ye Hua shrugged. "Just this one."

"We can only blame our bad luck," the captain took a deep breath. "When the referee waves the flag, we'll just concede. Don't you dare lay a hand on us!"

"No problem."

But their fear of battle was clearly visible.

Xue Ye's face darkened. If word got out, where would the empire's reputation be?

Just as he was about to reprimand him, Salas adopted a showy attitude.

"Your Majesty, your team is truly sensible."

"Knowing they couldn't win, they started begging for mercy as soon as they stepped onto the stage!"

Xue Ye narrowed his eyes slightly, "No need for the bishop to trouble himself!"

The referee raised his flag when both sides were ready.

"Match One, Begin!"

Ye Hua raised his hand.

"Activate the Soul Ring!"

"Good!"

Xiao Wu and the others all revealed their Martial Soul.

Everyone's Soul Ancestor!

Black four rings!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Even the cunning Xue Ye and the shrewd Salas were stunned, ceasing their banter and staring intently at that figure in black!

"How is that possible!" Salas's lips moved. "This doesn't make sense!"

On the contrary, Xue Ye felt quite at ease. If facing such a prodigy, admitting defeat would be reasonable.

But when they came to their senses and saw Ye Hua's Soul Ring, they were even more astonished!

The Nine-Dragon Spirit Yang Staff appeared, and the Soul Ring rose.

Black, black, black, black, red!

One hundred thousand years!

Fifth Soul Ring, 100,000 years!

boom--

The entire arena erupted in cheers.

In the audience, countless people sprang to their feet.

Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring!

Not even twenty years old!

They were fortunate enough to witness the future Titled Douluo's youthful splendor!

"A monster! It's a monster!"

"No wonder the Royal Dou Team 2 is afraid of fighting; even I would be weak in the knees!"

"Long Night Team! Long Night Team! Long Night Team!"

It's unclear who shouted it first, but soon the entire audience joined in the cheers.

The Xue Ye stiffly turned his head, each turn punctuated by a rusty iron button.

"Sect Master Ning, is this your son-in-law? The inventor of Soul Guidance Weapon?"

Ning Fengzhi up his teacup. "Exactly!"

The Xue Ye remained silent for a long time, then said, "Why isn't he my son-in-law?"

"Your Majesty could also appoint him as your consort," Ning Fengzhi smiled. "Prince Xue Xing may have reminded you of this."

"That's true," Xue Ye said thoughtfully. "After witnessing the Soul Guidance Weapon at your sect that day, he suggested that I marry Xue Ke to Ye Hua."

Salas, however, had a face so dark it seemed to drip water.

Ye Hua is surrounded by many girls, so he must be a womanizer, but His Holiness the Pope has no girls to offer for marriage!

The Pope couldn't bear to send Saint Hu Liena.

We can't exactly send the Pope himself, can we? He'd be struck dead!

But if we don't act now, what if Qian Renxue abandons her pride and tries to seduce us...?

No, for the sake of the Pope's cause, we must not let her succeed!

Salas excused himself to use the restroom, then summoned his trusted aide, saying, "You did this and that..."

"Yes, sir!" The Spirit Hall Deacon the order and left.

On the arena, Heaven Dou Second Team had already decisively jumped off the stage.

The captain wiped his sweat, "That was close! Luckily we conceded!"

"Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring! I hope I'm blind!"

The team members nodded in agreement.

The Long Night Team walked away amidst deafening cheers.

Next up is the Shrek Team.

Tang San stood in the entrance passage, his face ashen.

He heard the cheers from the crowd, and Envy gnawed at his heart like a venomous snake.

A fourth Soul Ring that takes ten thousand years to grow, ha, if I had a stronger foundation, I could give it a try!

But Ye Hua, you've destroyed everything!

Thirty years in the first ring, his body is devoid of Spirit Bone!

With this foundation, even with his Twin Martial Souls, he would only be burst apart!

"But it's alright," Tang San reassured himself, "Master has already set off for Spirit City."

"When the grand finale comes, I'll use your life to force you to sacrifice yourself for me. I still have hope!"

"Xiao San," Dai Mubai patted his shoulder, "Don't just stand there, it's our turn to step in."

Tang San steadied himself and said, "Let's go!"

The Shrek Team makes its appearance, facing an ordinary team from the Balak Kingdom, whose members are all Soul Elder with mediocre equipment.

The match began, Tang San's Blue Silver Grass controlled his opponent, while Dai Mubai, as Soul Ancestor, unleashed a barrage of attacks, gaining momentum.

After a fierce and bumpy battle, we finally won.

But compared to the expected cheers, the audience only gave a sparse ovation.

There's no way around it, Ye Hua's Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring is just too amazing, and most people are still savoring it.

As for Tang San and the others' Soul Fighting, it could only be described as a bland and tasteless miso soup lacking salt and oil!

Tang San was panting heavily. Seeing the expressionless audience, a bitter feeling welled up in his heart.

Ye Hua received Lei Dong applause after his performance, while his performance received little reaction.

Back in the lounge, Tang San was about to sit down when a Spirit Hall Deacon walked in through the door.

"Tang San?" The Deacon looked Tang San up and down.

Tang San frowned. "It's me. What's wrong?"

"Come out." The Deacon glanced at the others in the lounge.

Tang San frowned impatiently, but still stepped forward due to his power.

The Deacon didn't waste any words, "Come with us, the bishop wants to see you!"

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

Bishop of the Spirit Hall?

Could it be Platinum Bishop Salas?!

"Hiss—" Tang San gasped, "Can I ask what happened?"

"No." The Deacon replied expressionlessly.

Tang San had no choice but to grit his teeth and follow along with trepidation.

But as soon as he entered Salas's room, Soul Power pressed down on him!

"So you're Tang San, the one who has a grudge against Ye Hua?"

"Help me kill him, or live in his shadow. You choose!"