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Chapter 326 The Day the Final Battle Arrives
She didn't finish her sentence, but her meaning was already clear. Even Bibi Dong herself, hailed as an unparalleled genius of the Spirit Hall, hadn't reached the Soul Emperor realm before the age of twenty!

It's important to understand that the three members of their golden generation breaking through to the Soul King realm around the age of twenty were already considered unprecedented achievements, shocking the entire continent! A Soul Emperor under twenty? That's simply an existence that defies common sense and challenges all understanding!

Even Xie Yue's usually cold and stern face showed a crack, his brows furrowed: "Your Holiness, in this matter... is there any conclusive evidence? Could it be that the Beast God Pavilion is releasing smokescreens to deliberately confuse us?"

Yan shook his head, his face full of disbelief: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible! How can a Soul Emperor break through so easily? We've cultivated to the death, and we have the best resources from the Spirit Hall, and we're only at level fifty-five now!"

"That captain, even if he started cultivating from the womb, could never become a Soul Emperor before the age of twenty! It must be a rumor!"

Seeing the three people's shocked, questioning, and even somewhat out-of-control reactions, a subtle, complex light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

How could she not hope that this was just a rumor? But as the Pope, controlling the Spirit Hall's largest intelligence network, and considering the unfathomable mystery of the Beast God Pavilion, her ominous premonition grew stronger and stronger.

“I also hope this is just a rumor.” Bibi Dong’s voice returned to calm, but carried a heavy pressure. “But remember, our opponent is the Beast God Pavilion, and Ling Han, who has repeatedly created the ‘impossible’.”

"Don't be surprised by anything that happens to him. For tomorrow's battle, you must prepare for the worst and treat her as a true opponent at the initial Soul Emperor level! Even stronger!"

Her gaze was sharp as she looked at Hu Liena: "Nana, your charm control will be much less effective against Soul Emperors whose mental strength is far superior to yours, and may even backfire."

"Xie Yue, your attacks will have an even greater difficulty in breaking through the defenses of a Soul Emperor-level Soul Power. Yan, your flames may not even be able to cause any damage."

"Therefore, the key to tomorrow's battle lies not in your individual strengths, but in—" Bibi Dong said, emphasizing each word, "cooperation! And, without hesitation, using your ultimate trump cards! No probing, no holding back!"

"From the very beginning, unleash your strongest form, your strongest attacks, and your strongest fusion techniques! With overwhelming force, crush them completely before their hidden strength can be fully unleashed!"

Hu Liena and her two companions were deeply shaken. They had never seen their teacher (the Pope) so solemn, even with a hint of worry, as he entrusted a match to a "youngster." This instantly dispelled any slight underestimation of their opponents that had arisen from their recent victories and their pride as members of the Golden Generation. In its place was an unprecedented solemnity and... a faint unease.

Could it be that Tang Ya is truly already a Soul Emperor? Just how many terrifying things is the Beast God Pavilion hiding? "Disciple (subordinate) understands!" The three took a deep breath and responded in unison, their eyes regaining their resolve, but beneath that resolve lay a trace of apprehension towards an unknown powerful enemy.

"Go and prepare." Bibi Dong waved her hand. "Remember, in tomorrow's battle, victory is not an option. The honor of the Spirit Hall cannot be lost. If we lose..." Her unfinished words sent a chill down the spines of Hu Liena and the other two.

"Victory is certain!" The three bowed again, then turned and left the council hall with heavy steps.

Watching the three figures depart, Bibi Dong slowly leaned back in her chair, her purple eyes flashing with light.

“Ling Han… Tang Ya… Soul Emperor…” she murmured to herself, unconsciously tightening her grip on the scepter in her hand. “I’d like to see just how much trouble you can cause tomorrow. I hope… you won’t disappoint me.”

……

The next day, Chenshi.

When the first ray of sunlight pierced the thin mist above Wuhun City and shone on the magnificent golden dome of the Papal Palace, the entire city was like a powder keg that had been lit, completely boiling over!
Every street leading to the Papal Palace Square was crammed with people. Soul Masters, nobles, commoners, and even mysterious figures hidden in cloaks from all corners of the continent flocked to the arena, a symbol of the highest glory in the Soul Master world, as if on a pilgrimage. The clamor, discussions, hawking, and shouts of anticipation and excitement intertwined into a deafening roar that soared into the sky!
Everyone knows that today, history will be witnessed! A clash between the old and new forces on the most prestigious stage of the younger generation, a clash destined to be recorded in the annals of Soul Master history!

The giant circular plaza in front of the Papal Palace was already packed with people. Every stand was full, and even the corridors and aisles were crowded with people craning their necks. The atmosphere on the highest stands was so solemn it seemed like water could drip from them.

In the Spirit Hall's exclusive viewing platform, Pope Bibi Dong sat in the center, her purple-gold papal robes gleaming coldly in the morning light. Her expression was calm, but her deep purple eyes were like two bottomless, icy pools, silently gazing at the empty arena below.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei stood solemnly to his left and right. Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan were already fully armed and stood at the front of the stands.

Hu Liena wore a dark red battle dress, her eyes alluring yet carrying a hint of cold killing intent; Xie Yue held a moon blade, her eyes sharp as knives; Yan clenched his fists, his body seemingly burning with fiery phantoms, his fighting spirit almost tangible!
Behind them, four equally powerful members of the Spirit Hall, each with resolute eyes, were ready to fight to the death.

(End of this chapter)