At this moment, both the audience and the competitors felt a sense of surrealism as they watched the massive white tiger on the arena being effortlessly manipulated by giant wooden hands.
That was a Martial Soul Fusion Skill jointly executed by two Soul Masters nearing level 50! Even against some level 70 Soul Emperors, it should have been a formidable force.
How could it be so easily suppressed? Were those enormous wooden hands the hundred-thousand-year Soul Skill of that young man? That was simply beyond the norm!
Moreover, the other members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Team had yet to make their move.
"How are we supposed to continue this match?" This question suddenly surfaced in everyone's minds.
Inside the Netherworld White Tiger, Dai Wei and Zhu Zhuyun were pale-faced, struggling to hold on.
They discovered that the attacks from these wooden hands were not only immensely powerful but also absorbing their Soul Power in a unique way, repairing themselves.
Every time they managed to inflict damage with their claws and teeth, their Soul Power would deplete even faster.
Feeling their Soul Power on the verge of depletion, a fierce determination flashed across Dai Wei's pale face. He controlled the Netherworld White Tiger to gather strength, preparing to condense all their Soul Power for a devastating strike.
But just as he was halfway through gathering his strength, he suddenly felt much lighter. Looking around, he realized that except for two giant hands holding him in place from the front and back, the rest of the hands had retreated.
What was going on?
Dai Wei was puzzled, but he quickly realized that this was the perfect opportunity for them.
With a grin, Dai Wei accelerated the gathering of his strength.
"This distance should be about right."
Li Xun nodded slightly as he observed the distance between the giant hands and the Netherworld White Tiger. A vast amount of Soul Power was transmitted through his feet into each of the giant hands.
Then, with a sudden clap of his hands, a crisp sound echoed.
The giant hands on the arena, which had distanced themselves from the Netherworld White Tiger, seemed to receive a command and instantly burst forth with unprecedented speed, converging together in a coordinated strike.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A series of deafening explosions resonated throughout the central area of Spirit City. Some of the closer spectators were immediately overwhelmed by the thunderous noise, their ears ringing.
The wind pressure generated by the converging hands forced the Soul Master spectators at both ends of the arena to step back.
Silence.
The usually bustling center of Spirit City was suddenly filled only with the heavy breathing of those who couldn't calm their emotions. Even those who loved to comment on everything had fallen silent.
The golden generation of the Spirit Hall might not be able to defeat him. This thought emerged from the hearts of the local residents watching the match.
Ning Rongrong and Dugu Yan were also wide-eyed in shock, deeply shaken.
Zhu Zhuqing's eyes flickered with worry, hesitating whether to step forward and check.
Seeing that the outcome was decided, Li Xun withdrew the remaining Soul Power from the plants on the field and turned to walk off the stage.
"Don't worry, I left a curve in the center of the giant hands. Your Eldest Sister is fine," Li Xun reassured Zhu Zhuqing as he passed by, taking her hand in his.
Without Li Xun's Soul Power to sustain them, the vines and giant hands on the field gradually shrank, soon turning into seeds buried in the ground.
Dai Wei and Zhu Zhuyun were revealed. However, after the impact of the giant hands, they had already fallen unconscious.
As long as Eldest Sister is safe, that's all that matters.
Zhu Zhuqing breathed a sigh of relief, nodded with a smile, and followed Li Xun's lead as they slowly walked off the stage.
Although Zhu Zhuyun had a sharp tongue, her heart wasn't malicious. If it weren't for her repeatedly letting her off, she wouldn't have been able to leave the Star Luo Empire alive.
Both emotionally and logically, she shouldn't forget this debt of gratitude.
...
Yu Xiaogang changed his attire, concealing his features, and led a horse as he slowly made his way out of Spirit City.
Several days had passed since the unpleasant incident between him and Bibidong.
Because he vaguely knew the purpose of the Heavenly Dou Royal Knights, he had been lingering in the Pope's Hall these past few days.
He was gambling, betting that despite Bibidong's anger, she would still remember some of their past affection.
Fortunately, although Bibidong was furious, she hadn't actually issued an order to expel him. The attendants of Spirit Hall had some complaints but didn't dare to say much.
However, this situation couldn't last forever. Faced with the increasingly hostile attitudes and treatment from the attendants, he had no choice but to leave quickly.
He couldn't stay in Spirit City any longer. He had already seen the Royal Knights scattered throughout the city, with a dozen or so responsible for each street. Staying in such a situation would only make him more vulnerable.
Yu Xiaogang knew that the Heavenly Dou Royal Knights were after him, but he didn't understand how he had offended Xue Qinghe, prompting him to send so many people to keep an eye on him.
Could it be because of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?
Moreover, why hadn't Spirit Hall reacted at all to the Royal Knights swaggering around in Spirit City?
Yu Xiaogang cautiously glanced at the city gate with the corner of his eye and noticed that quite a few people were keeping an eye on the gate's movements.
Although these people were dressed in plain clothes, he recognized them at a glance by their build—they were all members of the Heavenly Dou Royal Knights.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes flickered, and he slightly lowered his head, blending into the crowd as he slowly made his way out of the city.
"Captain, how long are we going to wait? Was the information from yesterday reliable?"
"If we don't catch him, we'll wait until the Soul Master Competition is over. If the mission fails, we'll at least need to find something to make up for it," Roxsen glanced at the adjutant sitting beside him. "Do you want to go back and face punishment with your tail between your legs?"
The adjutant immediately understood and gave an awkward smile, "Captain, I get it."
"Good. Huh? Look at that guy leading the horse. Doesn't he seem a bit suspicious?" Roxsen pointed at Yu Xiaogang.
"Captain, he looks different! That guy was supposed to have a crew cut. This guy has such thick hair."
The adjutant crossed his legs, stroking his chin, "But his Soul Power fluctuations do match the information. It seems he's also a Soul Grand Master."
"Anyway, it's like finding a needle in a haystack. Leave a few people here with me to keep an eye on things. You guys follow him," Roxsen thought for a moment and waved his hand at his subordinates.
"Yes, sir!"
The adjutant quickly stood up, selected a dozen people, and then swiftly led horses out from the back alley, heading towards the city gate.
Yu Xiaogang had been carefully observing his surroundings all along. Seeing a dozen people leading horses towards the city gate, his heart skipped a beat.
He hurriedly pushed his horse forward, squeezing through the crowd.
Ignoring the curses, Yu Xiaogang struggled through the city gate, then chose a direction and quickly mounted his horse, galloping away.
By the time the adjutant emerged with the Royal Knights, Yu Xiaogang had already become a mere speck on the horizon.
"A randomly bought horse trying to outrun us? Mount up, let him witness the warhorses of the Heaven Dou Empire, specially bred with the bloodline of Soul Beasts."
Yu Xiaogang rode his horse with relentless determination, not daring to let it slow down for even a moment.
Yet, even so, he could feel the pursuers closing in behind him.
His heart filled with terror, and a bitter taste rose in his mouth.
Yu Xiaogang's eyes turned bloodshot, one hand gripping the reins tightly while the other relentlessly whipped the horse.
The horse, in pain, let out a distressed whinny. Unable to endure any longer, it reared up on its hind legs, swaying left and right, and before Yu Xiaogang could react, it threw him off its back.
Yu Xiaogang still clutched the reins tightly, but before he could get up and regain control, the horse suddenly bolted forward, dragging him along in a wild sprint.
Caught off guard, his face met the ground in a brutal encounter, the skin on his face instantly peeling back. Yu Xiaogang struggled to lift his head.
Feeling the pain of his body scraping against the ground, Yu Xiaogang could no longer endure it and let go of the reins.
Rolling over, Yu Xiaogang gazed at the azure sky, feeling the pain throughout his body, tears streaming down his face uncontrollably.
"Worthless!" Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly, then slowly descended not far from Yu Xiaogang.
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