As time passed, Ying Su watched the game during the day and practiced his soul power at night.

The days went by like this, like a white horse, with the end of the last race.

The first academy in the Heaven Dou Empire also came out - Shrek Academy, and invincibility has become synonymous with them.

The Snowy Night Emperor spoke impassionedly in the VIP room, in front of thousands of people and these outstanding students.

And this time he didn't win Su anything, he was just a spectator.

After watching the speech of the Snowy Night Emperor for a while, Ying Su suddenly felt that it was not interesting.

"Holy Son, why don't we go directly to Martial Soul City! Anyway, it's over here. Sui Nian saw Ying Su's impatience and suggested.

"That'...... Let's go! Ying Su directly exited the VIP room and walked to the back.

The Snowy Night Emperor saw the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall, the Platinum Bishop Saxophone, with his eyes...... A large number of Wuhun Hall personnel left directly, completely ignoring his face, and suddenly their faces turned a little red.

But in front of so many people, he is not easy to attack, which will only make him even more unable to step down. He had no choice but to clench his fists secretly and continue to speak.

The final venue of this year's Continent-wide Advanced Soul Master Academy Competition, after the decision of several high-level parties, was placed in the main city of the Martial Spirit Palace.

The city of Wuhun City belongs almost entirely to the Wuhun Palace. Located at the junction of the two empires, it completely belongs to the territory of the Martial Spirit Palace, and the Heaven Dou Empire and the Star Luo Empire have no right to interfere in the slightest. Of course, the most important thing is that there is one of the two most noble halls that symbolizes the Wuhun Palace, the Pope's Palace.

This newly built Pope's Palace is known as the most magnificent building in the entire Douluo Continent. And it is precisely because of this newly built Pope's Palace that Wuhun City has become a holy place for all soul masters in the world.

Starting from Heaven Dou City to Martial Soul City, it would normally take almost twenty days. Of course, if Ying Su used the flying power of Title Douluo, he could reduce the time to reach Wuhun City by at least half, but he felt that it was not necessary.

At nightfall, Ying Su and his party were ready to rest.

"Holy Son, there is a sneak attack in front of you, and I caught him, and he said he wanted to see you." Sui Nian said outside the Yingsu tent.

As he became more and more familiar with Yingsu, he also learned some of Yingsu's habits, and knew that Yingsu didn't like people to trespass into his room without permission.

"Oh? Bring it in. Ying Su got up from the state of cultivating soul power, sat down on the seat, and said softly.

As Ying Su's words fell, Sui Nian walked into the tent, followed by two Wuhun Hall personnel, and the two Wuhun Hall personnel pressed a middle-aged man with a cloak and a disheveled head.

"Let go! Do you think he can do me any harm? Ying Su smiled faintly and said, with his current strength, there are not many people in this world who can hurt him.

"Plop!"

Hearing Ying Su's words, the two Wuhun Hall personnel decisively threw the middle-aged man to the ground, in their eyes, the Holy Son was a Title Douluo, and his strength was definitely at the peak level of the mainland, what could a mere thief do?

"Shhh...... Murong Lin of the subordinate Martial Spirit Hall saw Lord Holy Son. The middle-aged man, Murong Lin, was thrown to the ground and let out a cry of pain. Then, he endured the pain and saluted to Ying Su with five bodies.

"What did you kid say? Are you from my Martial Spirit Palace? One of the members of the Martial Spirit Hall said in disbelief.

"Do you dare to open your mouth in front of Lord Holy Son, don't you want to live?" Another member of the Martial Spirit Hall directly kicked the middle-aged man with his foot, and this kick was merciless.

"You are sneaking around outside our tent, and now you are pretending to be a member of our Martial Spirit Palace, do you know that this is a capital crime." Sui Nian also said gloomily on the side.

Ying Su just watched and didn't stop them. He had no mercy for the Assassins and spies.

To be merciful to one's enemies is to be cruel to oneself.

This is what he learned in the Killing Capital, and he still remembers that he helped the woman knock the big men who bullied her to the ground.

But the woman did not hesitate, picked up the knife in her hand, and stabbed herself directly.

"Holy Son, I am really a member of the Martial Spirit Palace! Son, believe me! Murong Lin grabbed Ying Su's shoes and said as if he was holding a life-saving straw, as for the kick that the member of the Martial Spirit Hall kicked him, he didn't care. People are dying, why do you care about this?

"Pull away, you said that you are a member of my Martial Spirit Palace, what evidence do you have?" Ying Su saw the middle-aged man's two blood-drenched palms turn his shoes from white to blood-red, frowned slightly, and asked the two Martial Spirit Hall personnel to pull them away.

Then, take out a handkerchief from the storage soul guide and wipe the blood off your shoes. Throw the handkerchief directly in the face of the middle-aged man.

"I, I, I didn't have my identification with me." Murong Lin was pulled away by the two Martial Spirit Hall personnel, struggling desperately, but in the end it was fruitless.

Hearing Ying Su ask about the proof that he was a member of the Wuhun Palace, he wanted to cry without tears.

"Since there is no proof, why do you say that you are a member of the Martial Spirit Palace? Pull it out and cut it. Sui Nian saw the remaining blood stains on Ying Su's shoes and said coldly. This guy can't prove that he is a member of the Wuhun Palace, and second, he defiled the white shoes of the Holy Son, and he really deserves to be killed.

"I, I, I can prove that I am a member of the Martial Spirit Palace, my lord, spare my life." Murong Lin seemed to have thought of something at the critical moment and said loudly.

"What proof?" Ying Su asked without a trace of emotion.

"Not far ahead, the two elders of Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo are there. They can prove it to their subordinates, and ask His Highness the Holy Son to give them a chance. Murong Lin said with a thump on his head.

"Then let's go and see if what he says is true or not." Ying Su said coldly, he had already decided, if this guy lied to himself, it would definitely be an assassin or a spy, and he would just kill him.

"Okay, Lord Holy Son, please light the torches and raise the banner of the Martial Spirit Palace, otherwise I'm afraid they won't recognize Lord Holy Son." Murong Lin said with a smile.

"Hmm!" Ying Su responded lightly, glanced at Sui Nian with his eyes, and Sui Nian directly understood.

"All personnel, light the fire, raise the flag, pull out the camp." Sui Nian said in the style of a commander.

"Yes."

"Yes."

"Yes."

One by one, the members of the Martial Spirit Hall began to get busy when they heard the words of Sui Nian. Collecting tents, picking up torches, lighting fires, and raising flags, everything seems to have been tempered and very skilled.

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