Who could cure the poison? The Breaking Clan

"His Majesty put me in charge of this matter."

With those words, Qin Yun established his authority first.

One of the instructors below muttered, "A merger? Our academies' legacies, merged just like that?"

Qin Yun heard him but took no offense.

"No one is touching your legacies." He swept his gaze around the hall.

"What we're bringing together today are personnel and schedules. The empire's front lines need Soul Masters."

"Moving everyone to Heaven Dou City will make deployment easier."

The murmuring in the hall subsided.

Just then, Sword Douluo Chen Xin walked in.

Everyone in the hall rose and bowed when they saw Chen Xin.

The academy heads straightened their clothes and lowered their hands, while the young students stole glances at this legendary figure as they bowed.

"Greetings, Your Eminence Sword Douluo."

Before a Titled Douluo, none of the academies dared put on airs.

Naturally, Chen Xin had come to lend Qin Yun his support.

Word of his single-handed rampage through Spirit City had already spread across the continent.

With level 97 Soul Power, he had faced four of Spirit Hall's Titled Douluos and escaped unscathed.

One of them had even been Golden Crocodile Douluo, who was level 98.

That battle record spoke for itself.

Standing behind Qin Yun, he lent him tremendous weight.

"No need for formalities. We share the same goal: standing together against Spirit Hall."

Chen Xin sat beside the seat of honor and closed his eyes to rest.

Qin Yun, meanwhile, brought out a row of jade boxes and more than a dozen Soul Bones.

These were the very jade boxes he had brought back from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well two days earlier.

As he opened them one by one, medicinal fragrance mingled with spiritual energy and poured out, invigorating everyone