The first row of the VIP seats was occupied by Xue Ye, Ning Fengzhi, and the local Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall, Salas.
Tang Yuehua announced, "All participating teams have arrived. Now, please welcome Xue Ye to deliver his address."
Xue Ye, seated in the center of the first row, rose to deliver his address amid thunderous applause.
In Tang San's eyes, this elderly gentleman was already in the twilight of his life and probably had only a few years left.
He then looked toward the three young men in the third row of the VIP seats. Each had an impressive bearing and bore some resemblance to Xue Beng. They were probably the other three princes.
The eldest prince, Xue Luochuan, did not look particularly bright, but he possessed an air of regal dominance.
The second prince, Xue Qinghe, sat with impeccable poise, giving others a comfortable feeling, but he lacked ambition.
The third prince, Xue Haicang, could be said to combine the strengths of the first two. He had the bearing of a commander while also inspiring trust and warmth. If Tang San were emperor, he would probably choose Xue Haicang to inherit the throne.
Whatever happened, though, he certainly would not choose Xue Beng.
"I, Xue Ye, emperor of the Heaven Dou Empire, hereby declare, on behalf of the Heaven Dou Empire and the organizers of this tournament, that the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament has begun."
"I hope that every Soul Master participating in this tournament will fully display their strength and achieve excellent results. You are all the pride of the Heaven Dou Empire. Let your brilliance shine for the glory of the empire."
Another round of thunderous applause rang out.
Xue Ye sat down, a trace of stiffness and exhaustion showing on his