Phantom? Conspiracy?

The rematch between the Seven Great Sects was held at the border Two Great Empires, with a temporary arena set up.

Because of the Spirit Hall's betrayal in the finals of the last Continental Advanced Soul Master Tournament, no one dared to go to their headquarters to participate in the re-selection.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, the Spirit Hall, and other major forces arrived one after another.

When Ye Hua arrived, there was no fanfare.

He only brought Gu Yuena to see the [good show].

Unfortunately, he was recognized by sharp-eyed people as soon as he entered.

"Night Alliance Leader!"

"Quick! Make way!"

The crowd dispersed like a receding tide, leaving the once-crowded passageway empty.

"Night Alliance Leader, it's been a long time!"

"I benefited greatly from the last opening of the Spirit Pagoda!"

A white-haired Soul Saint rushed forward, his face beaming with smiles.

Following closely behind were several sect leaders, who rushed to pay their respects.

"The Night Alliance Leader looks quite well; he truly is a promising young man!"

"The Spirit Pagoda blessings to the world; Night Alliance Leader are immeasurable!"

"My good-for-nothing grandson has been cultivating rapidly ever since he obtained Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Spirit, all thanks to you!"

Aside from flattery, it was all bootlicking, leaving Ye Hua both amused and exasperated.

Fortunately, they knew their limits and quickly shut up when they saw his impatience.

Ye Hua sat down directly next to Ning Fengzhi and nodded to him.

Across the stands, Tang Xiao also witnessed this scene, his brows furrowing slightly.

Behind him stood a young man, pale and gloomy.

Tang Yuehua also made a special appearance and recognized the young man at a glance!

"Xiao San?!"

She almost cried out!

Luckily, I bit my lip in time!

She stared intently at Tang San, her vision blurring.

Shouldn't Tang San be at the Moonlight Pavilion? Why did he sneak out?

What's even more upsetting is that his older brother actually brought him along!

Tang Xiao noticed his sister's gaze and quickly gave her a meaningful look.

Tang Yuehua was furious.

Stubborn to your own way! Fine! I can't be bothered with you anymore!

Tang Yuehua, disappointed and frustrated, turned her head away.

Tang San, however, did not notice anything amiss; he kept his eyes fixed on the arena.

"Uncle, I want to participate in the disciple battle later."

Tang Xiao's brow twitched slightly. "Xiao San, are you sure?"

"I'm sure," Tang San gritted his teeth, "Although I've lost my Blue Silver Emperor Bloodline, the Clear Sky Hammer and the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer are still with me."

"If I can demonstrate the spirit of the Clear Sky Sect today, the Elder will naturally look at me differently!"

He only has the Clear Sky Sect to rely on now, so of course he has to perform well.

Tang Xiao was silent for a moment, then gently patted his shoulder, "Okay. But remember—just focus on doing well, don't try to be a hero!"

Tang San quickly agreed.

There's only one good uncle in the world, who gives you treasures, protects you to the death!

Uncle, don't worry, I, Tang San, will repay your kindness!

When I become a god, I guarantee you'll live to be ninety-nine and die peacefully of old age!

At that very moment, Pope Bibi Dong arrived in person.

The entire room immediately fell silent.

Bibi Dong didn't exchange many pleasantries and went straight to the point.

"The reason for summoning you all today is to re-elect the Seven Great Sects."

"The Wind Sword Sect, Holy Dragon Sect, and Black Tiger Sect, having provoked the Long Night Alliance, have suffered heavy losses and are no longer as formidable as before."

"The Clear Sky Sect has been secluded from the world for many years, indifferent to worldly affairs, and has long been a mere shell of its former self in the eyes of all Soul Master."

No sooner had she finished speaking than a burst of angry shouts erupted from somewhere in the stands.

"Bullshit!"

A figure suddenly burst out from the Clear Sky Sect's camp!

The Third Elder's hair and beard bristled. "Our Clear Sky Sect has closed its mountain because we do not wish to contend with petty villains!"

"You think you can wipe us out with just a few words? You think you can... umm!"

Tang Xiao covered his mouth and forcibly pulled him back into his seat.

The Third Elder's chest heaved, but faced with Tang Xiao's glare, he still backed down.

Bibi Dong, however, did not take it to heart and ignored it completely.

"The re-election is divided into Elder' battle and a disciples' battle."

"Elder will fight two matches, disciples will fight four."

"If the weights are the same, the winner advances."

"If any sect has doubts about the ranking, they may challenge it on the spot."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi immediately frowned.

The other sect leaders also exchanged glances.

"What's going on?" Ye Hua asked Ning Fengzhi.

Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes slightly, "In previous years, it was always two matches each between Elder and disciples."

Why has the number of disciples participating in battles suddenly increased this year?

"What's the harm?" Ye Hua smiled. "Haven't the new Soul Tool already been deployed?"

Ning Fengzhi nodded. "Hopefully nothing goes wrong."

On the other side, the Third Elder of the Clear Sky Sect had long been restless!

He broke free from Tang Xiao and leaped directly into the arena!

"Elephant Armor Sect! Didn't you want to compete for the title of the number one sect in the world?"

"Come! Let this old man see what you're capable of!"

The entire audience turned their gaze toward the Elephant Armor Sect.

The new leader of the Elephant Armor Sect Huyan Tu, Huyan Tu, is in his early sixties and is tall.

However, compared to the old sect leader Huyan Zhen, his aura was far inferior.

He went on stage and released his Soul Ring, which were white, yellow, purple, purple, black... and their aura was relatively weak.

The audience erupted in uproar.

"Not even at the peak of Soul Douluo?"

"This level of skill dares to claim the title of the world's number one sect?"

"Does the Elephant Armor Sect have no shame at all?"

"Heh, they have the Spirit Hall backing them up!"

Huyan Tu glanced at Bibi Dong out of the corner of his eye.

Your His Holiness the Pope, are you saying that I'm just bait to lure out the Clear Sky Sect and kill them?

Go ahead and do it! Why should I need to fight in this arena?

Seeing his guilty conscience, the Third Elder sneered repeatedly.

"That's it? Soul Douluo hasn't reached its limit?"

"Is the Elephant Armor Sect without anyone?"

Huyan Tu's face flushed red. "Even if my Elephant Armor Sect has declined, we cannot suffer such humiliation!"

"Eighth Soul Skill, Elephant Armor Heaven--"

"Get the hell out of here!"

The Third Elder summoned the Clear Sky Hammer and swung it around in a wide arc.

Wrapped in pure gale force, it moved so fast that it left no afterimage!

It hit Huyan Tu squarely on the left cheek!

Smack!

Hu Yanxiang was punched away by the sandbag, half of his face was smashed.

He crashed to the ground, his fate unknown, his mouth agape with blood and spittle mixed with broken teeth.

The Third Elder, not one to back down, caught up with the opponent and kicked out!

With immense force, he Huyan Tu away, slamming him onto the stage.

Everyone present was utterly shocked to see him defeat Huyan Tu in an instant.

Unexpectedly, such a figure has emerged from the Clear Sky Sect, which has been closed off for many years!

The Third Elder, smug and self-satisfied, declared, "Don't blame me for being blunt, but everyone here is trash!"

An uproar erupted from the audience.

"Ha, am I wrong?"

"You're all trash!"

"Pah! Ugh!"

A sharp sword intent descended upon his head.

The Third Elder's hair stood on end, and he froze on the spot.

Chen Xin slowly put down his teacup, his expression unchanged.

Tang Xiao quickly stood up and bowed to Chen Xin in apology.

"Sword Douluo, my third uncle is rough and outspoken; please forgive him."

Chen Xin didn't delve any further and withdrew his sword intent.

Bibi Dong's voice remained completely unchanged, "If no other sect challenges the Clear Sky Sect's position, then the Clear Sky Sect will retain its title as the number one sect in the world."

She paused, looked at Ye Hua, and the others did the same.

Ye Hua showed no intention of getting up, but seemed lost in thought.

"Na'er," he transmitted his voice, "Can you feel it?"

Gu Yuena responded, "Bibi Dong's aura is off."

The two looked at each other and finally made up their minds.

Although the Soul Power fluctuations were powerful, it lacked the weight that a physical body should have.

This is a projection!

If the true form isn't here, then where is it?

But an untimely sneer interrupted his thoughts.

"Why are you all looking at him? He's not just Titled Douluo!"

"Only after transforming into Soul Beast can one possess the combat power of Titled Douluo!"

It was the Third Elder of the Clear Sky Sect who spoke.

Tang Xiao couldn't stop her from speaking her mind!

Ye Hua looked strange upon hearing this.

Brother, are you a savage?

Tang Yuehua also put her hand to her forehead.

"What? Am I wrong?"

"No matter how powerful the Long Night Alliance is, it's nothing more than Soul Tool and Soul Spirit to bluff people!"

"In terms of true sect leader strength, he is only—"

The words abruptly stopped.

A vast and terrifying aura descended, as if the sky were collapsing.

Not to mention the Soul Saint Soul Douluo present, even the Titled Douluo' expressions changed slightly!

"I..." The Third Elder was instantly dumbfounded.