After its elimination, Godwind Academy planned to leave Spirit City.
Godwind Academy had caused quite a stir in Spirit City, but it had not won the championship, and it had exploited a loophole in the rules. Its name had spread, but so had some unflattering talk.
None of that had anything to do with the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament anymore.
Soon, the next day arrived. At last, it was time for the final.
Early that morning, the air in the square before the Papal Palace was unusually solemn.
Sunlight pierced the thin mist and fell across the white granite, gilding the stately square in pale gold.
A light rain seemed to have fallen overnight. The ground was still slightly damp, and the air carried the fresh scent of earth.
But no one was in the mood to enjoy the quiet morning.
Today was the final day of the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament.
Around the square, Spirit Hall's elite knights and Cardinals were already in position, guarding every entrance.
The doors of the Papal Palace slowly opened.
Bibi Dong emerged at an unhurried pace, dressed in a golden robe and a purple-and-gold crown, the Papal Scepter in her hand. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo flanked her.
Her expression was as calm and commanding as ever, betraying no emotion.
The two teams had arrived early and stood on opposite sides of the square.
On the east side stood the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy Team.
Ning Chen stood at the front with his arms folded, his expression composed and his gaze resting calmly on the arena ahead.
Behind him were Yu Tianheng, Dugu Yan, Shi Mo, Shi Mo, Ye Lingling, and the others. Every face shone with confidence and fighting spirit.
Yesterday's exhilarating victory had filled them with confidence for the