The golden light enveloping all of Sun Moon City faded, like a miracle that had descended and departed without a trace.
Eastern Suburbs Arena.
Boom!
A terrifying aura surged into the sky, and Zhongli Wu's furious roar rang out. "Who was it? Who was it? Who was it?"
Jiang Hai was the Holy Spirit Cult's last remaining genius. The cult had lost far too many talents in this Soul Fighting Tournament. The Blue Silver Saintess, Tang Ya, had been abducted by people from Shrek Academy, leaving Jiang Hai as the sole genius of the younger generation.
But Jiang Hai's brilliance was enough to make up for all those losses. An eighteen-year-old Soul Emperor capable of challenging a Titled Douluo-a prodigy of such dazzling talent was enough to replace Long Xiaoyao and dominate an entire era. Yet that prodigy had vanished right before his eyes, his fate unknown. How could he accept that?
Moreover, Zhongli Wu knew more than the others. The golden light enveloping all of Mingdu looked far too much like the place where his grandfather had once been trapped.
Just what kind of power was this?
If Jiang Hai were trapped in that place for eighty years too...
Zhongli Wu's expression grew uglier and uglier.
"Senior Li!" Zheng Zhan was also somewhat bewildered. Jiang Hai and Xue Linglong had vanished right before him, and he could not help looking toward Li Qingfeng, who had already arrived on the stage.
When the golden vortex appeared, Li Qingfeng had been only a fraction too late.
Li Qingfeng remained silent for a moment, then sighed. "That power was beyond anything a Soul Master could wield. Even Di Tian, who has the deepest grasp of the laws of space, couldn't take people away right in front of so many of us. That