It was not until early the next morning that someone found Huyan Zhen in a trash can at a street corner in Heaven Dou City.
The person who found him was a sanitation worker up early. When he lifted the lid, the dark-faced man curled up inside nearly scared him half to death.
When Huyan Zhen was hauled out, he was covered in rotten vegetable leaves and fruit peels. His breathing was faint, and the bruises and blood on his face had yet to dry completely.
The mighty sect master of the Elephant Armor Sect, an Eight-Ring Soul Douluo!
He had been tossed into a trash can like garbage. If word got out, it would likely shake the entire continent.
Fortunately, a Soul Douluo's body was tough enough, and his vitality was tenacious. Though Huyan Zhen had been put through the wringer, his life was ultimately not in danger.
After being carried back, he lay in bed for two full days before he could barely manage to speak.
The Soul Master Tournament continued in full swing, with one preliminary match after another. Blue Tyrant Academy won battle after battle, sweeping through its opponents like a blade splitting bamboo.
Recently, however, a series of incidents had suddenly occurred that made people pale at their very mention.
Soul Masters participating in the tournament kept committing suicide. The organizing committee immediately noticed something amiss but failed to find any trace of the killer.
Then, two days later, another Soul Master from a different academy hanged himself in the woods outside the city.
Then came a third.
More eerily still, every one of these Soul Masters who had committed suicide had been among the stronger members of their respective teams.
The students of Blue Tyrant Academy stood beside the street, looking at the