Heaven Dou City.
The Soul Master Tournament had reached a fever pitch.
The spectators brimmed with enthusiasm, their cheers ringing out without pause.
Suddenly.
A pitch-black rift split open in the stands and began expanding.
In an instant.
Everything within a hundred meters of the rift was swallowed.
At least a hundred people were torn to shreds.
"What happened?"
"What's going on!"
The spectators cried out in confusion as they fled.
Their flight even led to a stampede.
In the VIP seats.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Salas, and Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, all rose to their feet.
"That's a Spatial Rift!"
Sword Douluo stared fixedly at the Spatial Rift as he spoke in a grave voice.
"How could something like this happen out of nowhere?"
Salas asked in bewilderment.
"It's either a natural disaster or a man-made calamity."
"Your Majesty, you should have everyone nearby evacuated immediately."
Realizing the gravity of the situation, Ning Fengzhi hurriedly offered his suggestion.
"Hahaha! So this is the empire's capital?"
"Those who submit to me shall prosper; those who defy me shall perish! No one is leaving!"
"Brothers, slaughter to your hearts' content! Money, women, and status will all be yours!"
Just then, figures leaped out of the Spatial Rift, one after another.
Grinning savagely, they attacked everyone around them.
Soul Masters or ordinary people-it made no difference to them.
They were all military merit.
"They've come with ill intent. Teacher, please take action."
Qian Renxue furrowed her brow.
Everyone present now understood that this was a man-made calamity.
"Rest assured, Your Majesty."
Ning Fengzhi nodded. Light flashed in his hand, and the Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda appeared.
Sword Douluo also summoned the Seven Kill Sword, unleashing streaks of sword qi that bombarded the Spatial Rift.
Without question, destroying the Spatial