For the finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, Spirit Hall had specially set aside a dedicated venue.
The venue stood at the heart of Spirit Hall. The arena alone measured a hundred meters in diameter and was built entirely from hard granite.
Furthermore, since this was a tournament for soul masters, Spirit Hall had reinforced the arena with an enormous number of soul tools to prevent the contestants' soul skills from destroying it. According to the figures Spirit Hall provided, the arena could withstand any attack from a soul master below the rank of Soul Emperor.
Across the entire continent, even the two great empires lacked the means and willingness to build such a temporary venue. This offered a glimpse of Spirit Hall's immense wealth.
Directly in front of the arena stood the Papal Hall, the sacred ground of soul masters. Only the top three teams in the finals would be allowed to compete before the Papal Hall. Whoever ultimately won the championship would have their title personally conferred by the Pope and receive the championship prizes from him. For a soul master, this was the glory of a lifetime!
"Everyone!"
As everyone craned their necks in anticipation, a young man stepped onto the arena.
"Su Yuntao?"
Su Chen smiled in surprise. That young man was none other than Su Yuntao.
"Master, he's the one. Back then, he said my martial soul was a trash martial soul." Xiao Xingyue pointed at Su Yuntao.
Although Xiao Xingyue had only been one year old when her martial soul awakened, she had encountered Su Yuntao once afterward. A single remark from him had shaped more than a decade of her life. She had never forgotten Su Yuntao.
Su Yuntao stepped onto the arena and announced in a ringing voice,