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'Bibi Dong, is this your confidence?'
Watching the Spirit Hall team fall and only secure third place in the competition, Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, glanced at Bibi Dong, who was seated on the gilded throne before the Pope's Hall. She inwardly sneered with disdain.
It wasn't that she looked down on the strength of the Spirit Hall team.
Undeniably, the strength of the three members of the Golden Generation was quite remarkable. The teams that won championships in the previous three Soul Master Competitions were nowhere near as strong as this year's Spirit Hall team.
The reason they only secured third place was simply bad luck—they encountered even more talented opponents.
What Qian Renxue found disdainful was Bibi Dong's overconfidence.
Spirit Hall had secured the hosting rights of the finals from the Star Luo Empire. The three spirit bones awarded to the champion team came from Spirit Hall's own resources. Their original plan to lure out Tang Hao had succeeded, but with Tang Xiao's assistance, he had escaped. Now, the Spirit Hall team had continuously faced outrageously powerful opponents and ended up only taking third place in the competition.
This was a complete loss for Spirit Hall—trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice as well.
Not far away, the Grand Elder of the Star Luo Imperial Family, Dai Feng, wore a look of disdain as he mocked the Platinum Bishop of Spirit Hall, Kratt, sitting beside him.
"Bishop Kratt, it seems your Spirit Hall team isn't that great after all~"
Hearing this, Kratt, who had already been sulking over the Spirit Hall team's defeat, darkened his expression even further.
After a long moment, Kratt finally adjusted his facial expression, returning to a calm demeanor. He then responded indifferently, "Elder Dai Feng, there's nothing to argue about when our Spirit Hall team was simply outmatched. Spirit Hall is not afraid of losing.
However, if I recall correctly, wasn't the Star Luo Royal Academy team, which you placed such high hopes on, eliminated in the third round of the finals?"
It was true that the Spirit Hall team had failed to win the championship and only placed third, but that was still better than the Star Luo Royal Academy team, which had fallen in the third round.
Glancing at Dai Feng's expression, as if he had swallowed a dead fly, Kratt smirked and continued, "Elder Dai Feng, I forgot to mention something.
The talented Shrek Academy student, Dai Mubai, has caught the attention of Her Holiness, the Pope. With Spirit Hall's sincere invitation, Dai Mubai has now officially joined us.
Oh, and let me share some more good news—Dai Mubai has been accepted as the personal disciple of our Hall's Seventh Elder, 'Tiger Roar' Douluo."
Crack—!
Upon hearing that Dai Mubai had not only joined Spirit Hall but also become the personal disciple of one of its elders, Dai Feng's already stern face turned livid. He glared at Kratt and subconsciously crushed the armrest of his chair.
"Elder Dai Feng, please calm down. Spirit Hall is the most powerful soul master organization on the continent. Aside from evil soul masters, we do not restrict any soul masters from joining us. Dai Mubai choosing to join Spirit Hall is entirely within reason.
By the way, let me remind you—this is Spirit City, and right now, we are standing before the Pope's Hall."
Kratt pointed to the ground beneath them, his smile full of hidden meaning.
"Bishop Kratt, are you threatening me?"
Suppressing his fury, Dai Feng's voice grew deep and cold.
An eight-ring Soul Douluo daring to threaten him? Who gave him the courage?
Dai Feng might not have reached the level of a Titled Douluo, but as an 89th-level White Tiger Soul Douluo, he still held considerable power. More importantly, his wife, a seven-ring Soul Sage, was still alive. If they unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion ability, Netherworld White Tiger, they would be more than capable of contending with the likes of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
"Oh no, Elder Dai Feng, you misunderstand me. I am neither threatening you nor anyone else. This is merely a kind and friendly reminder."
Kratt shook his head with a solemn expression.
But judging by the teasing tone in his voice, he was absolutely threatening Dai Feng.
In front of the Pope's Hall, it wasn't just Dai Feng—even if Emperor Dai Yutian of the Star Luo Empire himself were present, Kratt wouldn't feel the slightest fear.
The only one who could make him bow in this place was the legendary figure who had been missing for years—the one known as Unrivaled on Land.
As for anyone else… if they dared to make a move here, they were simply asking for death!
"Hmph~!"
Dai Feng let out a cold snort and turned his head away.
Damn Spirit Hall, damn Kratt—one day, they would get what was coming to them!
Half an Hour Later, Inside the Pope's Hall
The Pope, Bibi Dong, sat on the main throne inside the grand hall, her slender, jade-like fingers tapping lightly against the armrest.
Before her stood the seven members of the Spirit Hall team—Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena in the front, while the remaining four stood behind them.
At this moment, all seven, including the Golden Generation trio, had their heads lowered, looking like children caught making a mistake.
"Sigh~"
After a long silence, Bibi Dong let out a helpless sigh.
It wasn't that her team was weak—it was just that their opponents were too strong!
Who could have expected that the Blazing Fire Academy and Sky Water Academy teams, which had performed so unremarkably in previous tournaments, would be this outrageous in this competition?
If their loss to Blazing Fire Academy was merely due to bad luck—where the individual competition format had rendered their Martial Soul Fusion ability useless, ultimately leading to their defeat—then their loss to Sky Water Academy left Bibi Dong with nothing to say.
Even after using their strongest trump card, the Spirit Hall team still couldn't secure victory. At that point, it was no longer a matter of tactics but pure strength—their opponents had completely overpowered them.
"You seven, prepare yourselves. In a week, you will leave for the Mysterious Grand Canyon for three years of training. I hope that when you return, I will see a new version of you."
Bibi Dong's voice carried authority as she addressed the seven, whose heads remained lowered in dejection.
Victories came with rewards, and defeats naturally came with consequences.
Being sent to the Mysterious Grand Canyon for three years was their punishment for failing to win the Soul Master Competition.
Of course, this wasn't merely about punishing them—without rigorous training, even geniuses would struggle to become true powerhouses. Unless, of course, they were prodigies who defied all logic.
"Yes!"
The seven responded in unison.
Though the Mysterious Grand Canyon was a perilous place filled with dangers, this was a direct order from the Pope herself—how could they possibly refuse?
"You may go~"
Bibi Dong waved her hand, signaling them to leave.
Hearing this, the seven finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to exit through the side door of the hall.
However, halfway through, Hu Liena, who had been feeling heavy-hearted, bit her lip as if making a firm decision. She suddenly stopped, then turned back toward Bibi Dong.
Seeing Hu Liena return after the other six had left, Bibi Dong frowned slightly, gazing at her beloved disciple.
"Teacher, I want to go to the City of Slaughter."
Hu Liena's expression was resolute.
The Mysterious Grand Canyon was indeed dangerous, but only relatively so. With her current strength, there were very few places within it that could truly pose a threat to her.
And if there was no real danger, how could the training be effective?
If she couldn't rapidly improve her strength, then when she encountered Mu Yang and Shui Bing'er in the future, wouldn't she still lose to them?
Hu Liena, who had always been proud and competitive, refused to lose to them again.
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