Although the individual match results were disappointing, all the spectators still rallied their spirits.
No matter how strong one person was, there was always a limit.
But the seven members of the Golden Generation were strongest when working as a team, with coordination comparable to that of Soul Saints!
This would be their final chance!
Under the gaze of the entire arena.
The seven team members led by Xie Yue and Hu Liena stepped onto the field once more.
The dejection on their faces was gone, replaced by the resolve of people willing to stake everything on one last fight.
The seven of them stood in a line, their blazing eyes fixed on Tang Shuo as he slowly approached.
At the center of the arena, Tang Shuo faced the seven from Spirit Hall from afar.
At this moment, even the air seemed to freeze.
Everyone's eyes converged upon this final battlefield.
On one side stood an unmatched dark horse, alone.
On the other stood the Golden Generation, renowned across the continent and prepared to risk everything.
"Tang Shuo."
Xie Yue spoke, his voice hoarse but filled with unyielding resolve.
"We admit that you are strong."
"So strong that we so-called geniuses have been driven to despair."
Hu Liena, standing beside him, took over. The gravity in her seductive eyes had replaced all else.
"We conceded the individual matches in order to conserve Soul Power."
"All for this very moment."
Yan, along with the other four team members behind him, stepped forward at the same time.
The Soul Power of all seven erupted without reservation.
"For the glory of Spirit Hall!"
Xie Yue raised his Moon Blades high and let out a howl toward the heavens.
"Martial Soul Fusion Skill!"
As his words fell, Xie Yue and Hu Liena transformed into