At last, the moment everyone had been waiting for arrived.
"Spirit Hall is deeply honored to welcome all of you who have traveled so far."
At the center of the Training Ground, Qian Daoliu's voice carried the unique pressure of a level ninety-nine Peerless Douluo. Amplified by his soul power, it rang throughout the Divine Mountain, instantly silencing the crowd.
"Today marks the final battle of the Three-Year Pact between Spirit Hall's Saintess, Qian Renxue, and the reigning Pope, Bibi Dong. Honored guests, please take your seats. The match will begin shortly."
The spectators quickly returned to their seats.
"Three years ago, my granddaughter Qian Renxue established a Three-Year Pact, with the outcome deciding the severance of their mother-daughter bond. Today, the time has come to honor it."
Qian Daoliu paused, sweeping his gaze over the crowd. "I have only one thing to say. Regardless of the outcome, Spirit Hall's foundations will not be shaken by a single match."
His words carried great weight, and everyone present understood their implication.
Qian Daoliu was telling everyone that Spirit Hall would not split apart because of the struggle between its Pope and Saintess.
Xue Ye nodded, his gaze deep.
Ning Fengzhi set down his teacup and leaned forward.
Bo Saixi sat in the guest seats, her long, sea-blue hair fluttering gently in the breeze, a smile on her lips.
Tang San had also returned to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's seats and sat beside Ning Fengzhi.
Ning Rongrong sat on his other side, deliberately turning her head away rather than looking at him.
Ning Fengzhi sighed. His gaze lingered on Tang San for a moment, but in the end, he said nothing.
Then everyone saw Qian Renxue emerge from the eastern passage. With every step she took, a golden pattern of