The next day, Spirit Hall began announcing to the outside world that the Soul Master Tournament's prizes had been changed from three ten-thousand-year soul bones to the soul bones of Third Brother's beloved friends, family, and ancestors, along with his own mother's remains.
The moment the news spread, it was like a pan of cold water poured into boiling oil-everything exploded!
Teams confident in their chances of winning, such as Star Luo Royal Academy, Heaven Dou Royal Academy, and Skywater Academy, reacted like wolves spotting meat or a husky spotting a sofa. Their eyes practically glowed green.
Even the academies that were only there to go through the motions seemed to have been pumped full of stimulants, rubbing their fists and itching to try.
After all, even if they could not win the championship, reaching the grand finals and seeing what a hundred-thousand-year soul bone looked like would give them enough bragging rights to last a lifetime.
In the main hall of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. The Hundred-Thousand-Year Titan Giant Ape Left Arm Bone, the Hundred-Thousand-Year Sky Azure Bull Python Right Arm Bone... seven high-age soul bones in total. What extravagant prizes! Even I want to enter the tournament."
Bone Douluo stared at the Blue Newspaper on the table, his eyes burning with desire.
Even Bone Douluo felt the urge to claim those seven high-age soul bones for himself. To say he did not covet them would be a lie.
Yet the longer Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi looked at the Blue Newspaper, the deeper their brows furrowed.
After a while, Sword Douluo spoke first. "Fengzhi, why do I feel my heart pounding with dread?"
"It feels as though the championship prizes aren't seven soul bones, but seven bombs. One careless move, and we'll be