A full twenty-two Soul Rings shone as the auras of Yu Xiaogang and the other two linked together as one.
Cold sweat seeped from Huyan Zhen's forehead.
The three before him had auras that blended seamlessly, with almost no openings between them. Only years of working together could cultivate such coordination.
The Golden Iron Triangle! Two of them had actually broken through to Soul Douluo!
"Gasp..."
Many people in the stands looked over in astonishment. "Are all the teachers at Blue Tyrant Academy this strong?"
"That Yu Xiaogang... all six of his Soul Rings are actually black!"
"How is that possible!"
Just as the atmosphere grew tense enough for swords to be drawn, an authoritative voice came from above.
"Huyan Zhen, your Elephant Armor Academy Team clearly lost this match. What do you think you're doing?"
The voice was like a basin of ice water poured over Huyan Zhen's head.
Cold sweat instantly streamed down his forehead, and he hurriedly turned.
"Your Excellency!"
Huyan Zhen's expression changed drastically.
The speaker was none other than Salas, Spirit Hall's Platinum Bishop.
He looked at Huyan Zhen expressionlessly.
"Your Excellency, I..."
Huyan Zhen opened his mouth.
"Shut up."
Salas's tone was flat.
"Yes!"
Huyan Zhen dared say no more and lowered his head, the overbearing arrogance on his face vanishing completely.
He fell silent for two breaths, then glanced sideways at Yu Xiaogang and the other two. With a cold snort, he turned and strode toward the passage.
This way out had come at just the right moment. Had Salas not spoken, today's affair might have been difficult to resolve.
Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang and the other two also withdrew their Martial Souls.
Yu Xiaogang looked up at Salas above and cupped his hands slightly. "Thank you for speaking up to resolve the