One more word and I'll kill you too!

Gangzi was utterly shocked, but his naturally stiff face allowed him to maintain his air of a Master.

He coughed. "He is Spirit Hall's Saint Son, after all. He probably used some special Soul Tool... Still, that Saint Son looks about the same age as Xiao San and Hongjun. If Xiao San faces him, I believe Xiao San can win!"

Tang San nodded earnestly. So what if this Saint Son had access to better resources than he did? His teacher had stressed countless times that he absolutely must not use his second martial soul in this tournament, but the rules said nothing about banning hidden weapons.

Flender wore an odd expression. He wanted to mention that he had vaguely sensed the Saint Son's soul power had already reached the Soul Ancestor level, but seeing how confident Gangzi looked, he held his tongue. This was no time to undermine him.

"Flender, let's go register these two youngsters for the tournament first!" Gangzi said.

"Very well!" Flender nodded.

The tournament had entry requirements, too. Competitors in each age group had to reach a certain cultivation level. Tang San and Ma Hongjun were level 22 and level 19 respectively. Reaching those levels at nine years old was already quite impressive.

They qualified to register, but there was an entry fee.

Flender said he could cover Tang San's share as well, but a second later, he regretted it. "What? A thousand Gold Soul Coins per person? Why doesn't Spirit Hall just rob people?"

The Red Cardinal at the registration desk stared at Flender expressionlessly. Only then did Flender remember whose territory he was on, and he hastily gave an awkward smile.

Looking utterly reluctant, he took out two thousand Gold Soul Coins to register the two Little Monsters.

As long as Tang San and