Yu Xiaogang Was Stunned: Yin Changqing Couldn't Possibly Be a Soul Sage Already, Could He?

Two days later.

At the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena.

The opening ceremony of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament's Heaven Dou Division was held in grand fashion.

Tens of thousands of spectators had packed the arena so tightly that not even water could pass through. The Imperial Guard of Honor stood in imposing ranks of golden armor.

Emperor Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Platinum Bishop Salas sat at the highest point of the VIP stands, overlooking the arena.

In the entrance passage, the academy teams filed in one after another.

The Shrek Academy members wore shit-green uniforms, drawing a wave of laughter from the surrounding stands.

But Tang San, Dai Mubai, and Yu Tianheng walked at the front with heads high and proud eyes, trying to cow the spectators who mocked them.

PS: They cowed no one. They were only fooling themselves.

Yu Xiaogang followed behind the team with his hands clasped behind his back and his chin slightly raised, savoring the attention of the crowd.

Suddenly, the air throughout the passage seemed to sink!

An indescribably vast pressure rolled slowly from the far end of the corridor, like a towering tidal wave.

Before the students from the other academies lining the passage could even see who was coming, their knees weakened and trembled of their own accord. Their Martial Souls shuddered and whimpered wildly within them!

"What's going on?!"

Dai Mubai's body went rigid. His White Tiger Martial Soul instantly shrank back inside him, and cold sweat poured down like rain.

Yu Tianheng's fierce, unruly face turned deathly pale. His right arm, transformed by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, convulsed violently, while the hidden injury deep in his bones from two years ago flared with savage pain!