Chapter 236: The Eve of the Grand Finals
Silence.
A deathly silence fell over the massive plaza in front of the The Pope's Palace.
Tang San had crushed the three core members of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation with overwhelming force, and every battle had been brilliant and flawless. Normally, after witnessing such a spectacular display of crushing opponents at a higher level, the audience below would have erupted in cheers loud enough to lift the roof.
But... this was Spirit City.
Under the very nose of the Pope, who would dare cheer for an enemy who had so thoroughly slapped Spirit Hall in the face?
The Soul Masters present were well aware of these basic social graces and factional taboos.
However, putting aside the hesitations of their allegiances.
At this moment, the gazes of the thousands of Soul Masters belonging to Spirit Hall as they looked at that young figure on the stage were all uncontrollably filled with wonder and awe.
The talent of this young Sect Master of the Tang Sect was simply a Prodigy to an outrageous degree!
In the semi-finals of the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, in a Peak duel of such high caliber, he was actually about to complete the miracle of a one-vs-seven sweep!
Not to mention the opponents were the Golden Generation, whom Spirit Hall had poured all its resources into cultivating.
If it were any of them in the audience, even if their cultivation was suppressed to the same Soul King level, it was unknown if they could even last two moves against the Golden Generation.
Looking at such a brilliant junior, the crowd couldn't help but wonder: what kind of mush was inside that man named Tang Hao's head?
If their Family could produce such a true Dragon, they would protect him even if it meant losing their entire fortune or their lives, ensuring the Family's prosperity for a hundred years.
But Tang Hao was something else; he had actually forced such an excellent son to the point of estrangement. This maneuver was truly incomprehensible, bordering on the absolutely absurd and abstract!
On the stage, the referee, braving the murderous and gloomy expressions of the heavyweights on the high platform, crawled up tremblingly and announced Tang San's victory for this round in a shaky voice.
With even the three core Soul King geniuses defeated so miserably, the remaining substitute members of the Spirit Hall Team had completely lost their fighting spirit.
In the subsequent matches, Tang San didn't even break a sweat, cleanly and efficiently sending the remaining three off the stage one after another.
A one-vs-seven sweep was imminent! A complete victory with no suspense!
On the high platform, Bibi Dong's face was now as black as the bottom of a pot, and her knuckles gripping the Pope's scepter were turning slightly white from excessive force.
At her own doorstep, she had allowed an outsider to achieve a one-vs-seven sweep in front of the world's heroes!
This was an absolutely devastating blow to the reputation of Spirit Hall and her own prestige as the Pope.
"Xiaogang... next, it will all depend on your Shrek Team." Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressed the rage in her heart, and spoke in a low voice to Master Yu beside her.
"Don't worry, Donger." Yu Xiaogang held his head high, his eyes full of pride and confidence, "Leave everything to This Master!"
Receiving the assurance of this buzz cut, Bibi Dong nodded slightly and then slowly stood up.
Her gaze, filled with pressure, swept across the field as she coldly announced:
"In this match, the Spirit Hall Team concedes."
"Congratulations to the Royal Fighting Team for securing a spot in the Grand Finals in advance."
After a pause, Bibi Dong continued, "Furthermore, because the members of our team are too heavily injured to continue fighting, Spirit Hall will directly forfeit this afternoon's losers' bracket match!"
"Tomorrow morning, the final battle for the championship will be held directly between the Royal Fighting Team and the Shrek Team!"
After leaving these cold and harsh words, Bibi Dong didn't even give anyone else a second glance, turning around and walking back into the The Pope's Palace without a word.
Regardless of the final outcome of tomorrow's Grand Finals, once the match was declared over, she would not hesitate to kill that hundred-thousand-year transformed Soft Bones Rabbit!
But before that, facing those unfathomable Titled Douluos of the Tang Sect, she had to make complete and secret plans.
Additionally, there was one most fatal variable...
Her rebellious daughter, Qian Renxue, was currently standing in the camp of the Royal Fighting Team!
If a massive melee broke out tomorrow, she had to ensure those old fogies in the Hall of Worship wouldn't jump out and ruin her plans, nor could she let them use the excuse of protecting the Young Lord to interfere.
Calculating this, Bibi Dong's pace paused slightly, and she quietly changed direction. With a flash of ruthlessness in her eyes, she walked straight toward the sacred and inviolable Hall of Worship behind Supreme Pontiff Mountain...
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On the other side, Ning Fengzhi had originally intended to take Chen Xin to the Shrek Team's quarters to visit his precious daughter, Ning Rongrong.
However, just as the two were about to set off, a secret Soul Power transmission suddenly exploded in their ears.
Chen Xin frowned slightly and looked at Ning Fengzhi beside him. "Fengzhi, this aura belongs to Tang Hao... shall we go or not?"
Ning Fengzhi's eyes flickered, and after a moment of deliberation, he nodded. "Uncle Sword, let's go see. Since Tang Hao dares to lurk openly in Spirit City at this critical juncture, he must have some significant plans. We'll go and hear what he wants. If things aren't right, with your strength, Uncle Sword, he won't be able to keep us if we want to leave."
With those words, Chen Xin led Ning Fengzhi, following the guidance of the aura Tang Hao had left behind. After several twists and turns, they arrived at a rarely visited dead end at the foot of Supreme Pontiff Mountain.
When he saw the figure in the shadows clearly, a wave of emotion couldn't help but rise in Ning Fengzhi's heart.
This Clear Sky Douluo, who once shook the continent and was peerless in his arrogance, had now fallen into such a disheveled state, with a scruffy beard and unkempt appearance, even exuding a bit of gloomy Death Qi.
However, as a shrewd Sect Master accustomed to maneuvering between major powers, Ning Fengzhi's surface work was naturally flawless, and no abnormality showed on his face.
"I wonder what important matter His Excellency Clear Sky has to discuss by inviting us secretly today?"
Ning Fengzhi cupped his hands slightly, testing the waters with a gentle tone.
Facing Ning Fengzhi's pleasantries, Tang Hao had no intention of beating around the bush. "Sect Master Ning, let's not mince words. As soon as the Grand Finals end tomorrow, this seat will cause a massive scene in this Spirit City!"
"At that time, if the timing is right, this seat will also conveniently fulfill Dai Weisi's bargain and eliminate Dai Mubai."
"I am informing you in advance, only hoping that when the chaos begins tomorrow, Sect Master Ning can keep a close eye on your people from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. As long as you remain bystanders, this seat will never harm the innocent."
Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin glanced at each other, both seeing a hint of surprise in the other's eyes.
However, surprise aside, Ning Fengzhi had no intention of speaking up to dissuade him or meddling in his business.
As a qualified businessman and politician, he had always been too lazy to wade into muddy waters that did not involve the core interests of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Furthermore, in this Spirit City where experts were as common as clouds, self-preservation was the wisest choice.
"Since His Excellency Clear Sky has made things clear, then I, Ning, naturally know the boundaries."
Ning Fengzhi smiled slightly, giving an ambiguous yet very sensible reply.
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