Oh, for crying out loud...
Tang Chen clenched his fists. They were thirsting for blood.
"Brother Tang, he's only a child. Why get angry?"
Qian Daoliu smiled as he tried to soothe him, but made no move.
He was more than happy to see his son rile Tang Chen up, as long as the boy didn't rile him up instead.
"Brother Qian, I'll let this go for your sake."
Tang Chen snorted softly and said no more.
Hmph, enjoy your moment of arrogance. Once the match is over, you'll have plenty to suffer.
Both teams had entered the Soul Fighting Stage.
"We've reached the last match-the grand final! Who will claim the championship of this Soul Master Tournament? Let's wait and see!"
After his shouted announcement, the referee turned and retreated from the Soul Fighting Stage.
A pitch-black Clear Sky Hammer of dark iron appeared in Tang Hao's hand. He set its head on the ground, planted a foot on it, and stared arrogantly at Su Mu.
"Su Mu, this time, I'll show you the power of the world's greatest weapon martial soul."
Su Mu gave him a disdainful look. "Talk is cheap. Come and try."
"Fine, fine, fine! I'll beat you until you're crawling around looking for your teeth."
Tang Hao laughed loudly.
The next moment, all seven released their martial souls.
From the preliminaries to the final, Tang Hao was a Soul King, four of the others were Soul Ancestors, and the remaining two were Soul Elders.
Not all of them had reached Soul Ancestor.
Almost all the Clear Sky Sect's most outstanding disciples were here, and every one of them had been tempered through a thousand hammer blows.
Given another year, the remaining two might have reached Soul Ancestor as well, but Tang Hao saw no need