Chapter 557 The Tournament Begins (Part 2)
Three days later, at the foot of Heavenly Sword Mountain.
With the eight major sects gathering, along with numerous Soul Masters who had come from afar, the Seven Great Sects Tournament was about to begin!
At this moment, in the arena of the Seven Great Sects Tournament.
A black streak of light suddenly flashed across the sky. When everyone present opened their eyes wide, they saw a figure in black, flapping wings, standing on the central battle platform. An aura emanated from him, spreading outwards in layers, while eight Soul Rings flashed continuously beside him.
"Heavens! It's actually a Soul Douluo!"
A Soul Master whose Soul Power had just reached level ten and who hadn't even obtained Soul Rings yet exclaimed with excitement. For Soul Masters of their level, a Soul Douluo was someone they might never see in their entire lives.
"Why does this guy look so familiar?"
At this moment, in the four major forces led by the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, Ma Hongjun seemed somewhat displeased with the Soul Douluo's high-profile entrance.
However, looking at that figure in black, the more he looked, the more familiar he seemed.
He stroked his chin, unable to recall. Until…
"He's that guy from five years ago." Tang San, standing in the Tang Sect team, clenched his fist. His tone was calm, but the anger within was palpable.
"Five years ago." Just as Ma Hongjun realized, Oscar spoke up, "That's the Golden Eagle Soul Douluo who attacked Xiao San back then. No wonder Fatty looked familiar."
"Tch! So it was him."
Ma Hongjun's eyes turned cold. "If that guy dares to come again, I'll burn all his feathers off!"
"Alright, Fatty. Stop pretending, okay? If it's about killing him, you're not qualified. If it's about killing him, it's my turn. You're not even in the running."
A flash of disdain crossed Oscar's eyes, along with a chilling look towards the Soul Douluo. After all, that ambush from years ago left a deep impression on them!
"Stop! Hold on! Big Sausage, if that's what you're saying, then we'll each go find Rongrong's Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School and Third Brother's Tang Sect later, and have a team battle! If Third Brother and Rongrong agree, you better pray. Pray you don't have to face me, otherwise I'll give you a good start and make you get humiliated as soon as you enter the arena!" Ma Hongjun glanced at Oscar and grinned wickedly.
"Alright! We'll go talk to Rongrong and Third Brother right now. We'll see who beats whom later!"
Oscar froze, giving Ma Hongjun a vicious glare.
But just then, Xuan Mo suddenly appeared behind them. Before they could react, he pressed his hand on the back of their heads and slammed it hard against the stone railing with a look of disgust!
"Bang!"
The stone railing shattered, but the two of them seemed completely unharmed. They were covered in dust and looked utterly disheveled.
Bai Chenxiang, standing next to Bai He, looked at Ma Hongjun with disdain. Even Xian Yun'er couldn't bear to look.
"Alright, none of you get a turn. Aren't you ashamed?"
Xuan Mo walked over to Tang San and patted him on the shoulder. "If Bibi Dong and the Spirit Hall dare to start a war, he'll definitely be dead if he meets him on the battlefield next time."
"I am Lordiara, the host of this Seven Great Sects Tournament."
On the battle stage, this veteran Soul Douluo clasped his hands in a fist salute, appearing extremely arrogant towards the other Soul Master spectators. Even when addressing the eight great sects, he only gave a slight bow before introducing himself. This displeased Yu Yuanzhen and the other Title Douluos.
"Hiss!"
At the same time, all the Soul Masters in the audience gasped. They never expected that a Soul Douluo would be the host of this tournament.
Who had ever seen a Soul Douluo as a host? Even the finals of the Advanced Soul Master Tournament five years ago only had a cardinal as the referee. This is too much!
"What a grand gesture from the Spirit Hall!"
In the camps of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, the leaders, including Yu Yuanzhen, all snorted coldly. Even the refined Ning Fengzhi narrowed his eyes, his emotions unpredictable.
They could easily see the Spirit Hall's purpose: to proclaim their strength and power to all Soul Masters. At the same time, it was to tell the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the two great empires that mere Soul Douluos were nothing more than hosts!
At this moment, Lordiara took a deep breath and spoke again, "Alright, I believe everyone is eager to begin. I won't waste any more words, but before the Seven Great Sects Tournament begins, welcome His Holiness the Pope and the Judgment Elders!"
Lordiara's voice, amplified by his Soul Douluo-level soul power, was deafening.
A powerful sonic wave rolled on, like tens of thousands of tigers and wolves unleashed, or ten thousand horses galloping wildly. It echoed throughout the entire Heavenly Sword Mountain, lingering and reverberating.
Then, he himself landed on the ground, kneeling on one knee facing a direction, his face displaying a fanatical expression.
"The Spirit Hall! Do they think this is their home ground?!"
Seeing this, Yu Yuanzhen, along with Liu Erlong behind him, and the participating elders and members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, could not contain their anger. Even Ning Fengzhi and the others from the Nine Treasure Glazed Tile School felt the same way.
Because of Lordiara's actions—just moments before, he had displayed a seemingly humble yet still arrogant attitude towards them, but towards Bibi Dong, he acted like a fanatical believer, completely disregarding them.
And at this moment, he represented the Spirit Hall.
Meanwhile, two squads of Templar Knights trotted along the roadside amidst the heavy clatter of their armor. Then, with a shout of "His Holiness the Pope has arrived!", Bibi Dong finally appeared.
Dressed in a shimmering gold gown, Bibi Dong, holding the scepter representing her papacy, slowly walked towards the platform in front of the hall.
Behind her followed twelve cardinals of the Spirit Hall, who stood respectfully in two rows. Clearly, her entourage was anything but small.
Next, "The Elder of Judgment has arrived!"
Compared to Bibi Dong, the Elder of Judgment also had a grand procession. Qian Renxue, dressed in a platinum gown, was followed by ten angelic paladins, also closely following Bibi Dong.
Upon seeing this, Xuan Mo narrowed his eyes and exchanged a glance with Tang San, clearly recognizing him.
Yu Yuanzhen spoke up at this opportune moment, "She's Qian Renxue? She's actually become an elder of the Judgment Hall."
At this moment, many gilded chairs had been prepared on the high platform. Bibi Dong naturally took the central seat after ascending the platform.
Qian Renxue was to her left.
The twelve cardinals and ten angelic paladins stood obediently behind Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue.
With the arrival of Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue, the previously noisy hall immediately quieted down.
After all, the Spirit Hall's long-standing prestige had made everyone subconsciously lower their voices.
"Truly worthy of the Spirit Hall."
At the same time, Xuan Mo murmured, glancing around before Ning Rongrong took his arm.
"Mo, it's our turn."
(End of Chapter)