"Yuhao."
The gentle voice made everyone's eyes subconsciously cast towards the podium, where they saw Bibi Dong staring at the figure on the field. She opened her red lips slightly, and when she spoke again, her voice was already filled with strong majesty.
"Since someone has challenged the dignity of our Spirit Hall, we must make them pay a heavy price."
"The Holy Son will win. The Holy Son will win."
In an instant, the two rows of silver-armored guards on the long steps of the palace gate burst into earth-shaking shouts, which grew louder and louder, even resonating with the ordinary soul masters outside the venue.
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