Soul Master Elite Tournament Finals (2)

"Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Pagoda—first, Strength; second, Speed!"

"Heh! I've got a Mushroom Sausage!"

"Huo Wu, keep the other team members from launching a sneak attack!" Tang San said before swallowing the sausage and taking flight.

On the other side.

Dongfang Yu and the others merely watched quietly, showing no intention of making a move.

Yan's Martial Soul had already been powerful to begin with, and he had also consumed Immortal Herbs. Some of Shrek's members did not even possess Martial Souls comparable to his, such as Huo Wu and Zhu Zhuqing.

Furthermore, his rank exceeded Shrek's by two or three major stages. Even taking a step back, even if he could not win, he could still retreat unscathed.

Seeing Shrek's members bombarding Yan with relentless attacks, the Spirit Hall Team simply treated it as entertainment.

On the Pope's platform.

Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly and glanced again at the calm Bibi Dong. "Your Holiness, the Pope, you are not worried at all?"

"Presumably, Your Holiness has already made arrangements." Dai Tianfeng took a sip of tea and said this with a sour tone.

Bibi Dong had been watching the arena all along. It was not only the Spirit Hall Team that did not take Shrek seriously; she did not take Shrek seriously either.

They were merely a few Soul Elders and Soul Ancestors who had luckily reached the finals. Yet she believed that either one of her two disciples could defeat them alone.

Even if something unexpected happened, it would remain within her control. After all, the Spirit Hall Team was not comparable to "trash" teams like those from the Star Luo Empire.

Below the stage.

Yu Xiaogang watched the arena with a grave expression and gritted his teeth. "Damn it, they have not used their full strength at all