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Qian Renxue looked at him.

Ling Feng didn't say anything more, he just looked into the distance.

Thunder Academy is good, but that's all. All seven of them are Soul Masters; there's no Soul King among them.

On the Spirit Hall's side, there's Zhao Tiezhu. A single Soul King is enough to change the course of a match.

He turned and walked towards the east courtyard. Qian Renxue followed behind him.

In the east courtyard, Zhao Tiezhu was being teased and jeered by Sun Qing and others.

"Brother Zhao! That punch you threw today sent the captain flying!"

Zhao Tiezhu scratched his head: "I've stopped."

"He withdrew his force and was still sent flying?"

That means he's too light.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei laughed so hard they almost fell over.

Liu Ruyan sat in the corner, holding the Flame Sparrow in her palm, compressing it.

Shen Han stood opposite her, their icy aura and fiery flames intertwined, yet neither clashed with the other.

Han Qing huddled in the shadows, a slight smile playing on his lips. Zhou Tai leaned against a pillar, staring blankly at the sky.

As Ling Feng entered the east courtyard, the noise abruptly ceased.

Zhao Tiezhu quickly stood up, and the others also stood up and bowed in unison.

"Holy Son".

Ling Feng looked at them, his gaze sweeping across each of their faces. "You played well today."

Zhao Tiezhu grinned, Liu Ruyan's lips curled up, and Shen Han's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes lit up.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei linked arms, their eyes crinkling into crescent moons with laughter.

Han Qing peeked out from the shadows, and Zhou Tai stopped looking at the sky and looked at him.

"But don't get cocky," Ling Feng said calmly. "Tomorrow is just the beginning."

"Thunder Academy defeated Blazing Fire Academy today. Their teamwork was excellent, their formation was well-organized, and their tactics were fierce."

"The Heaven Dou Royal Academy and the Star Luo Royal Academy are not weak either; both are Soul Master teams."

He paused, looking at Zhao Tiezhu.

"You are a Soul King, and they are Soul Masters. But a Soul King is not invincible. Even if seven people fight one person, you will still lose."

Zhao Tiezhu's smile faded, and he nodded earnestly. "Understood, subordinate."

"So, tomorrow you're not going to fight an individual battle, you're going to fight a team battle. Seven people, one heart."

"Remember what you've practiced these past two months, and remember that you are a team."

The seven people answered in unison, "Yes!"

Ling Feng nodded and turned to leave. But when he reached the door, he suddenly stopped.

"Zhao Tiezhu".

Zhao Tiezhu was taken aback: "Your subordinate is here!"

"Your punches were too slow today."

Zhao Tiezhu scratched his head and chuckled, "It will definitely be faster tomorrow."

Ling Feng said nothing more and strode away.

Behind him, there was a moment of silence in the east courtyard, then Zhao Tiezhu's voice rang out.

"Did you hear that? We need to win again tomorrow! Go to sleep, all of you!"

Sun Qing muttered, "It's not even dark yet..."

"Sleep before it gets dark! Recharge your energy!"

Liu Ruyan shook her head, put away the Flame Sparrow, got up and went back to her room, with Shen Han following behind her, his steps steady.

Sun Fang and Sun Fei walked away hand in hand, skipping and hopping. Han Qing's figure disappeared into the shadows. Zhou Tai took one last look at the sky, then turned and went back to his room.

Zhao Tiezhu stood in the courtyard, scratched his head, and chuckled. "The Holy Son praised me."

He whispered. No one heard him.

He turned around and strode back into his room.

Inside the main room, Ling Feng stood by the window, looking towards the east courtyard. Qian Renxue walked to his side.

The nights in Tiandou City are always more lively than the days.

The taverns on both sides of the street were bustling with noise, the casinos were brightly lit, and the storyteller in the teahouse was clapping his gavel and talking animatedly about how the Spirit Hall Academy had easily defeated the Barak Academy during the day.

No one noticed that there was an extra person at the city gate.

The man was wearing a gray cloak with the hood pulled low, covering most of his face.

His walking posture was somewhat strange; each step was steady, yet carried an indescribable stiffness, like a child who had just learned to walk imitating an adult.

The soldiers guarding the city glanced at him a couple more times, but were startled by the cold aura emanating from him and didn't dare to stop him.

After entering the city, the man in the gray robe did not go to an inn, nor to a tavern, nor even take a single extra step on the street.

He turned into a small alley, stood close to the wall for a while to make sure no one was following him, and then continued walking.

He walked very slowly, stopping every few steps to look around, as if to confirm something.

The eyes that peeked out from the shadow of the hood were blood red, carrying a coldness that seemed inhuman.

Tang Hao.

Or rather, that thing that used to be called Tang Hao.

He walked through most of the night in Tiandou City, from the east to the west, and from the south to the north.

He walked past the Spirit Hall's courtyard. The walls were very high, and two Spirit Masters on night duty were dozing off against the doorframe.

He stood in the shadows for a long time, staring at the tightly closed door, motionless.

He didn't go in. Not out of fear, but because it wasn't the right time.

He walked past the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's property in Tiandou City, a three-story building with a plaque reading "Seven Treasures Pavilion" hanging at the entrance. Even late at night, there were still employees bustling about inside and out. He glanced at it only once before turning and leaving.

He walked past the outer wall of the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace. Inside, the palace was brightly lit, and the faint sounds of string and wind instruments could be heard.

Tonight, the Great Emperor will host a banquet for envoys from various countries to celebrate the opening of the competition.

He stood outside the wall for a while and heard people inside mentioning "Spirit Hall", "Holy Son" and "Eternal Soaring Wind".

His fingers tightened slightly, his nails digging into his palms. There was no blood, only a faint black mist seeping from the wound.

As dawn approached, he found the venue for the competition.

The Heavenly Battle Arena, a colossal building capable of holding 100,000 people, resembled a sleeping giant beast in the morning light.

The arena has been set up, with tiered stands all around, the highest point almost touching the clouds.

He stood in the shadows outside the stadium, looking up at the fluttering flags.

The Heaven Dou Empire, the Star Luo Empire, various sects, and the Spirit Hall.

The pattern of angels and dragons intertwined fluttered in the morning breeze.

He stared at the flag for a long time.

Something was churning in my mind, like a pot of boiling blood.

He thought of Ah Yin, of the woman in blue, and of her last smile.

He thought of the Spirit Hall, of those people in white robes, and of Qian Xunji's hypocritical face.

He thought of Qian Gu Xiaoye, of that pitch-black dragon-coiled staff, and of the feeling of that staff hitting his chest.

He also remembered a child, an infant he had personally placed at the door of a farmer's house. What was that child's name again?

"Tang San, or something else? I can't remember."

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Tang Hao closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his blood-red eyes had returned to calm.

He turned and left the stadium, walking into the nearest teahouse.

There weren't many people in the teahouse. A few old men sat in a corner drinking tea and playing chess, while the owner dozed off on the counter.

Tang Hao found a seat by the window and ordered a pot of tea.

The tea was very bitter, and he couldn't taste it.

As the sun gradually rose, more and more people appeared on the streets.

Soul Masters dressed in various team uniforms walked by in groups of three or five, chatting and laughing.

There were students from the Blazing Fire Academy wearing red, students from the Skywater Academy wearing blue, and students from the Thunder Academy wearing yellow.

They were all very young, the oldest being no more than twenty-four or twenty-five, with the unique brilliance of youth in their eyes.

Tang Hao looked at them and suddenly remembered himself when he was twenty years old.

At that time, he had just left the Haotian Sect, full of vigor and feeling that he was invincible.

Back then, Ah Yin was still alive, and none of this had happened.

His fingers trembled slightly, and a few drops of tea spilled from the cup, landing on the table where they quickly dried.

The teahouse gradually filled up. Tang Hao overheard people at the next table discussing yesterday's match.

"Zhao Tiezhu from the Spirit Hall sent two defensive-type Spirit Masters from Barak Academy flying with a single punch! He was incredibly powerful!"

"That's right, a level 51 Soul King fighting a level 40+ Soul Master is just child's play, isn't it?"

"That's not how it works. Thunder Academy also won yesterday. All seven of them were Soul Masters, and their teamwork was incredibly smooth."

"What's the use of teamwork? We'd still be defeated if we faced a Soul King."