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Whether it is the round of 16 or the quarterfinals, these are actually not things worth talking about.
For Ye Ling, the people he met were not worthy of his serious attention.
The final four contestants who advanced were: Ye Ling, Qian Renxue, Long Aotian, and Tang San.
Needless to say, the first three are all popular candidates for the championship.
In comparison, Tang San, who only has five spirit rings, seems extremely out of place among the top four.
Ji Juechen, who was originally also a favorite to win the championship, lost to Long Aotian.
Since there are only four people left, their competition venue naturally cannot continue to be at the Spirit Hall Advanced Soul Master Academy.
The Pope's Hall in Wuhun City symbolizes the pinnacle that all soul masters dream of and is their venue.
Thanks to the powerful strength of the Spirit Hall, the huge fighting spirit arena, which was one thousand meters long and wide, was completely constructed in just one day.
And all subsequent competitions will be open to all soul masters in Wuhun City.
"We've been delayed here too long."
Ye Ling sighed.
"I have a feeling that we should wrap things up today."
"What does Young Pavilion Master mean?"
Long Aotian on the side asked with some confusion.
"Today's match is me against Tang San, and you against Qian Renxue."
"I want to try and see if I can kill Tang San today."
Ye Ling did not keep anyone in suspense and directly expressed his thoughts.
Although the system said that Tang San couldn't be killed, he still had to try. What if?
"This fellow Tang San must have some hidden cards he hasn't revealed yet."
"In addition to Pope Bibi Dong and the Spirit Hall's High Priest Qian Daoliu, there is also the Sea God Island's High Priest Poseidon in Spirit City."
After a pause, Ye Ling looked behind him.
"Come with me, everyone. Isn't this the reason why I asked you to come here?"
"We've really been delayed here for too long."
Yun Ming stretched his body, and a strong fighting spirit appeared on his face.
"Ever since I killed Tang Hao last time, I seem to have broken through a bottleneck, and my strength has improved a bit. I need to find someone to practice with."
"There are still many things in the Chamber of Commerce that Yu Lai and I need to deal with. It would be best if we could finish them as soon as possible."
Leng Yaozhu yawned and looked at Ye Ling with some complaints.
"After all, wasn't this individual competition something you came up with because you wanted to have it, Young Pavilion Master?"
"Otherwise, how could it become so complicated now?"
"Once something starts, it's beyond human control."
Ye Ling smiled a little embarrassedly.
"Let's go, you are my confidence today."
Ye Ling stood up, a sharp light flashing in his eyes.
Several people immediately followed Ye Ling out of the hotel where they were staying.
Ye Ling was naturally walking in front, and behind him were Yun Ming, Leng Yaozhu, Yali, Leng Yulai, and Du Bu Si.
As the youngest among the youngsters, Long Aotian walked at the end.
Three at level ninety-nine, two at level ninety-eight, a total of five Titled Douluo, their aura swept the entire street almost in an instant.
Whether it was the Spirit Hall's guard knights who came to maintain order, or the other spirit masters who came to watch, they couldn't help but kneel on the ground with their knees softened.
Strength is respected in the world of soul masters, so these soul masters who were suppressed to their knees by Ye Ling and his group naturally felt resentful.
But so what?
Ye Ling didn't care.
This was not Ye Ling's first time coming to the Pope's Palace, nor was it the first time Ye Ling walked up the stone steps of the Pope's Palace.
But the surrounding palace knights still knelt on the ground under his momentum.
Amidst the kneeling of countless people, Ye Ling and his group finally arrived at the square in front of the Pope's Palace.
"Why, is Young Master Ye coming here to protest against us today?"
Looking at the people behind Ye Ling, Bibi Dong, who had already sat down, also looked a little unhappy.
"There won't be a demonstration, but some preparations still need to be made."
Ye Ling smiled and ignored the waiter who was giving directions, but walked straight to Bibi Dong.
But the six people behind him did not move forward with him.
Are you kidding? He's in this state, and he still has to follow some rules.
"A piece of trash like you deserves to sit in this position?"
Sitting next to Bibi Dong were Hu Liena and Yu Xiaogang, so Ye Ling was naturally talking to Yu Xiaogang.
"I am an elder of the Spirit Hall. How dare you be so shameless in front of the Pope..."
Before Yu Xiaogang finished saying the word "li", Ye Ling suddenly waved his sleeves.
The invisible soul power fluctuations instantly fell on Yu Xiaogang's face, blowing him away.
"You're just an old dog who can't break through level 30 in his entire life, and you dare to talk to me like that?"
Yu Xiaogang, who was blown away, had a resentful look on his face and clenched his fists tightly, but he was helpless.
"presumptuous!"
"Bold!"
"How dare you be so disrespectful to His Holiness the Pope!"
In an instant, several Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall glared at Ye Ling.
It's not that they are helping Yu Xiaogang.
The main reason is that Ye Ling's actions are equivalent to slapping the Spirit Hall in the face.
"Shh!"
Ye Ling raised his index finger to his lips and made a gesture to them to keep quiet.
At the same time, a powerful blood pressure suddenly spread from Ye Ling, causing several Spirit Hall warriors who were about to complain to shut up instantly.
"Young Master Ye still said this wasn't a demonstration?"
Bibi Dong looked at Ye Ling coldly, but had no intention of stopping him.
In fact, if Qian Daoliu did not show up, she alone would not be able to suppress Ye Ling and the group of people he brought with him.
"So what if the Pope said it was a demonstration?"
Ye Ling had a warm smile on his face.
"But I came here mainly to tell the Pope that I will be returning to Tiandou City after the individual competition. Are you not going to take those 1,000 spirit masters?"
Bibi Dong's expression suddenly changed when she heard this.
But before he could open his mouth, Ye Ling continued speaking.
"If there's no answer before I leave, I'll have no choice but to take these people back to the Butian Pavilion and give them a good lesson."
Looking at Bibi Dong's ever-changing expression, Ye Ling's smile rarely stopped.
"Also, I want to warn His Holiness the Pope that no matter what happens today, I hope that Spirit Hall will not do anything."
"What do you mean by that?"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong finally couldn't help but speak.
"It's not interesting. I just think there might be some unexpected situations in today's game."
"If the Spirit Hall gets involved, I'm afraid something will happen that no one wants to see."
Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders, left his seat, and returned to the waiting area.
"Although this boy is arrogant, he is indeed unmatched among the younger generation."
After a pause, perhaps feeling that the statement was wrong, Bibi Dong added another sentence.
"Even in the entire soul master world, there are few who can compare with him."