Feng Aotian could not help nodding as he watched the four youngsters' expressions gradually change. Young people could have proud bones, but they could not be too full of themselves.
If they believed themselves invincible under heaven, a crushing blow could easily leave them unable to rise again.
"Did you think that was all? Haven't you forgotten a certain academy that regularly wins the Soul Master Tournament?" Feng Aotian asked with a faint smile.
Spirit Hall!
Those words flashed through the four youngsters' minds.
Spirit Hall hosted the Soul Master Tournament, with the Star Luo Empire and Heaven Dou, the Two Great Empires, serving as co-organizers. That was why it was called the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament—a grand event for the entire Douluo Continent.
Spirit Hall also competed, and ninety-seven percent of the champions in previous Soul Master Tournaments had come from its Spirit Hall Academy.
Feng Aotian had only discussed the competing teams from the Two Great Empires, Star Luo and Heaven Dou, along with those of several old rivals. He had said nothing about Spirit Hall Academy's situation this year.
Coupled with Feng Aotian's earlier remark that even Soul Emperor-level combat strength would not be enough, an ominous premonition lingered in the four youngsters' hearts.
Feng Xiaotian, the oldest and the one who considered himself invincible, finally asked, "Grandpa, will Spirit Hall Academy have students with Soul Emperor-level combat strength this year too?"
Feng Aotian drew a deep breath and said, "Not 'will have.' They already do. And not just one-six!"
Shui Bing'er and the other three sucked in a breath of cold air and cried out in disbelief, "That's impossible!"
"Nothing is impossible! I've already investigated all the members of the Martial Soul Seven-Star Team thoroughly."
The sudden voice drew the four youngsters' attention. Turning around,