On the raised platform, the formidable pressure surrounding Bibi Dong slowly receded.
Her dark, brooding expression gradually softened, and a faint smile of regal indifference appeared on her breathtaking yet imposing face. Her gaze drifted slowly from left to right, gently sweeping over the twenty-eight young Soul Masters in the square who had made it into the semifinals.
These outstanding talents of the continent's younger generation all concealed a keen edge beneath their spirited bearing, their eyes burning with the passion and determination unique to Soul Masters.
"In you, I see the future and hope of the Douluo Continent's Soul Masters."
Bibi Dong's voice was cool and majestic. Amplified by soul power, it rang clearly throughout the Papal Hall square, reaching every ear.
"In today's matches before the Papal Hall, I shall witness the full extent of your talent and strength. The team that ultimately wins this tournament will receive the exceptional rewards prepared by Spirit Hall."
As her words fell, the delicate hand holding her sacred scepter swept lightly through the air. The movement was graceful and unhurried, yet so swift that no one could follow its path.
Three distinctly different bursts of brilliant light suddenly blossomed from the empty space before her, spreading outward before hovering steadily in midair, gleaming.
Within the three lights rested three Soul Bones of different shapes. All three were small, their substance resembling the condensed bones of divine beasts. Deep, intricate patterns adorned them, exuding an innate, sacred pressure.
On the left was a crimson right arm bone wreathed in flowing flames, its blazing light scorching and domineering;
In the center was a spiritual skull enveloped in a pale blue halo, gentle and clear, from which invisible spiritual power quietly spread;
On the right was a left leg bone entwined with dark green