Huo Yuhao stood on the competition stage, surrounded by waves of cheers rising one after another.
At that moment, the hundreds of thousands of spectators in Mingdu had all become his most earnest supporters, shouting their heartfelt encouragement.
The vast majority were commoners with barely any soul power, not even Soul Scholars, but together, their immense momentum demanded the attention of even Xuan Zi, a Super Douluo.
Although they could not cultivate, they carried the simplest of convictions. They knew only that Evil Soul Masters were evil, so Huo Yuhao, who had bravely stepped forward to fight them, was righteous.
What was more, rumors about Evil Soul Masters had begun circulating in Mingdu at some point. Almost every spectator knew someone who had disappeared.
Some said Evil Soul Masters had appeared in Mingdu, and those missing people had all died at their hands. But no evidence could be found, and official investigations had turned up nothing.
For a time, fear gripped Mingdu.
They knew nothing of the dealings between Xu Tianran and the Holy Spirit Cult. They merely followed their simple convictions, raising their voices in support of Huo Yuhao. Although he came from a different country, that unassuming spirit had already transcended national borders.
Huo Yuhao wished to carry his companions' hopes and defeat Shrek? Fine, then defeat them! What did it matter if Shrek had held the championship for ten thousand years?
The tidal waves of shouting drowned out everything else. Not a single Shrek supporter could be heard now.
On the VIP Stand, Xu Tianran could not help frowning. This situation had caught him somewhat off guard.
He had faced considerable resistance over his cooperation with the Holy Spirit Cult to bolster the empire's ranks of elite Soul Masters. The Sun Moon Court was not his personal