One day later.
A meteor streaked across the daytime sky, plummeting from ten thousand meters up before finally landing in a patch of grass outside the city.
Only after experiencing it firsthand could one understand the marvels of a Titled Douluo. By the standards of Swallowed Star, he was at least a War God.
Star Luo City is crowded with prying eyes and packed with Titled Level experts. To avoid inviting disaster, the Demon Slayer Race clone must have no connection to my original body, Xiao Zi thought.
He would not join any faction for now. The Demon Slayer Race clone could serve as a hidden trump card, remaining behind the scenes to plot and direct affairs. At critical moments, he could even act as a bodyguard to keep Xiao Zi safe.
No one would likely imagine that a rank-thirty Soul Elder had a Titled Level guardian behind him.
Still, while he competed in Star Luo City, he had the twin halos of the White Tiger Duke and Shrek Academy around him. Surely no faction would dare harm him, including the imperial Xu Family.
Once he revealed his identity as a Shrek student, the gate guards let him through without question. The Demon Slayer Race clone, meanwhile, shrank himself down infinitely, becoming a speck of dust that drifted in through the air and saved him the entrance fee.
Unsure how far the plot had progressed, Xiao Zi asked a passerby where the tournament venue was, then headed straight there after getting the address.
Shrek Academy was in the middle of a match.
An unspoken rule of the Soul Master Tournament kept the powerful teams from the various empires from facing one another in the early rounds. The smaller academies were eliminated first, with the difficulty gradually rising from easy to