Before the Papal Palace in Spirit City, the enormous arena had long since been packed with people.
On the towering spectator stands, representatives from major sects and noble families of the kingdoms had all arrived, their gazes fixed intently on the arena below.
This was already the final match of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament.
All eyes were upon it.
"Now, please welcome the two finalist teams!"
The host's voice echoed throughout the venue through a Soul Tool, igniting the enthusiasm of every spectator.
"First, the Golden Generation Second Team from our Spirit Hall!"
Amid tsunami-like cheers, seven young Spirit Masters dressed in standard Spirit Hall uniforms strode proudly into the arena.
They wore arrogant expressions and radiated powerful auras, each exuding the pressure of a Soul Ancestor.
Their captain, leading the group, was even a level fifty-two Soul King.
Yet in stark contrast to the grand entrance of the Spirit Hall team,
only one person slowly emerged from the contestants' tunnel on the other side.
A handsome young man with a straight, upright figure.
It was Tang Shuo.
The entire venue fell silent in an instant.
Everyone was stunned.
"What's going on? There's only one person?"
"Where are his teammates?"
"Did they forfeit the match?"
Whispers filled the stands.
Even the host was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure how to smooth things over.
In the VIP section, the patriarchs of those great families also revealed looks of surprise.
"What is this young man plotting?"
Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, frowned slightly.
Beside him, Sword Douluo Chen Xin's gaze remained locked firmly on Tang Shuo.
"Interesting."
The captain of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation Second Team looked at the lone Tang Shuo and revealed a disdainful smile.
"Kid, were