Faced with the Xishui Alliance's threats, all seven judges, including Ye Yulin, found themselves with a headache.
If the Xishui Alliance's evil soul masters had attacked Jiang Hai without any justification, merely because of his extraordinary talent with soul tools or because he had defied their wishes, they would never have stood idly by. Now that the alliance had a suitable excuse, however, they had no grounds to intervene.
"Boy, did you really kill the Third Elder of the Holy Spirit Cult?" Ye Yulin's voice sounded in Jiang Hai's ears.
Jiang Hai nodded. "A Titled Douluo did covet the Demon Body. He died when Xuan Ziwen and I joined forces against him."
Ye Yulin drew a deep breath and continued transmitting his voice. "Whatever you've done, don't admit to anything. We'll protect you!"
Ye Yulin stepped forward. "Be that as it may, no one can confirm that your cult's Third Elder died at Jiang Guan's hands."
"Jiang Guan, did you kill the Xishui Alliance's Third Elder?"
"No." Jiang Hai shook his head.
"In that case, your justification doesn't hold water. Your cult's Third Elder gave his life in service to the nation. I will report the circumstances of his death to His Highness the Crown Prince, and His Highness will certainly give your cult an explanation!" Ye Yulin declared firmly. He walked onto the arena and beckoned, bringing the Sun Moon Divine Needle down from the sky.
The underground tournament's prize was carried up: one ton of rare metals.
The Sun Moon Divine Needle was actually a pair of Star-Ring Soul Tools, one large and one small, one gold and one silver. The golden ring was a meter and a half in diameter, while the silver one was only a meter across. Extremely intricate patterns were engraved on them.
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