The moment Bei Bei said those words, Xu Tianran felt as though a bucket of ice water had been dumped over his head, chilling him straight to the core.
He predicted my move! He can read minds-he knows what I want to do!
At that moment, an inexplicable fear surged from the depths of Xu Tianran's heart. He did not care about the Level 9 Soul Tool awarded to the champion-fine, he did care a little.
But compared with that Level 9 Soul Tool, what frightened him more was how his thoughts seemed completely transparent in Bei Bei's eyes.
As far as he knew, shortly before he gave the order to seal off the city, many of the competing teams he had hoped to catch in one net had fled, as though they had caught wind of it.
Even now, only a scant few Soul Masters were imprisoned in the water dungeon controlled by the Holy Spirit Cult.
Someone might have leaked word of the plan to seal the city and arrest people, but his plan to suspend the tournament the instant the Holy Spirit Sect lost, preventing Shrek from claiming the championship again, had existed only in his own mind!
Yet even so, Bei Bei seemed able to read minds. He had learned what Xu Tianran was thinking and specifically forfeited the Grand Finals before the team battle began, requesting that the awards be presented immediately after the team battle ended. How could Xu Tianran possibly feel at ease?
Looking constipated, Xu Tianran ordered his subordinates to prepare the final prizes. No matter what, he could hardly renege in front of hundreds of thousands of spectators. The giant screens on all four sides of the Soul Fighting Arena were right there, letting everyone watch!
On the Soul Fighting Arena,