"Welcome all distinguished guests from Wuhun Palace, Prince Xingluo, Dai Qingyu."

As soon as he entered the reception room, a handsomely dressed man came up to him with a smile.

With a frown, Shi Jisheng first responded with a smile, but sometimes he asked with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"I have met His Majesty the Crown Prince. You are too polite. However, His Majesty the Emperor is not here today?"

Dai Qingyu didn't have any arrogance as a prince. Instead, he smiled and talked to Shi Jisheng:

"Haha, this should be Mr. Shi, the Thousand-faced Military Advisor. I have admired you for a long time. As for your question, my father has been unwell these past few days, so he gave me full authority to handle the Soul Master Competition.

For all matters related to the Soul Master Competition, just contact me."

"Haha, that's it. Please trouble Your Highness."

Shi Jisheng also smiled and raised his hands to indicate to Dai Qingyu.

For a moment, everyone present seemed to see two foxes pretending to be snakes.

After saying this, Dai Qingyu looked at Hals, who was silent at the side, with respect.

"The Prince of Xingluo, Dai Qingyu, has met Soul Prison Douluo. Soul Prison Douluo's name was so popular at that time that no one in the world knew it. I have also admired him for a long time."

Hearing Dai Qingyu's compliments, Hals just nodded coldly, showing no respect at all.

Seeing this, Dai Qingyu did not show any dissatisfaction.

In any case, he is just a prince now. Facing such a famous titled Douluo on the mainland, his status is still half a point lower.

Not to mention, as the prince of Xingluo, he naturally knew about the troubles between this Soul Prison Douluo and his family.

But Dai Qingyu did not dwell on this. Instead, he walked in front and took the initiative to lead the spectators to the viewing platform.

Perhaps, this is the difference between him and his father...

While walking, Dai Qingyu tried to strike up a conversation with Hals:

"Your Majesty Soul Prison, as far as I know, there is no team from Wuhun Palace coming to participate this time."

"What do you think?"

Hals' voice was still so low and hoarse, he asked rhetorically.

"No, no, no, I don't mean anything else, I'm just curious. After all, Wuhun Palace is also the top force on the mainland, isn't it?"

Without reaching out to hit the smiling man, Hals raised his head majestically, with the corner of his eye peeking out from under his hood, he glanced at Dai Qingyu, who had a warm face, but said nothing.

Then Shi Jisheng picked up the conversation and started chatting with Dai Qingyu.

"His Royal Highness, you don't know. Our Wuhun Palace team that was going to participate in the competition was temporarily arranged for a trial, so we had to give up. The remaining members of the alternative teams didn't want to come. They felt that they were different from these participating teams.

It's not on the same level, ha..." Shi Jisheng shook his head seemingly helplessly, with a wry smile on his face, but there was still a hint of pride and pride in his tone.

Dai Qingyu showed no pity for his words of praise, nor did he belittle him because he thought it was an opposing force. Instead, he praised him greatly.

"The proud sons of Wuhun Palace should be like this. If they are strong, they are not afraid of arrogance. What they are afraid of is lack of strength and they can still dance happily..."

Dai Qingyu's words were somewhat meaningful and seemed to imply something, but no one present answered the call, and the scene fell into a somewhat awkward atmosphere.

"Hehe, hehe."

Dai Qingyu pretended to smile indifferently, as if he wanted to relieve his embarrassment, but the inadvertent twitching of the corners of his eyes exposed his true attitude.

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Finally, the viewing platform arrived...

The Royal Fighting Arena in Nuoda was already full of people. At a glance, there was a sea of ​​people, and the crowd was full of human heads.

The attendant led a group of spectators from different sects and forces to sit down according to their status.

Not all sects are qualified. Those who have the honor to sit here and occupy a place here are all the top forces on the continent and those who have good relations with Xingluo.

It was at this time that Hals really began to look at his colleagues.

At a glance, the three chairs sitting on the left hand side of Crown Prince Dai Qingyu were from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect, the Qibao Glazed Sect, and the White Tiger Sect. No personnel from the Haotian Sect arrived, and there were no members of the Haotian Sect in this competition.

Teams participate.

And right next to Dai Qingyu is Hals, the force of Wuhun Palace.

Further to the right were some unknown sects, most of which Hals couldn't recognize.

Each sect only had one seat, so Shi Jisheng could only stand behind Hals.

Hals, who was wearing a black robe, was sitting there, extremely conspicuous, but within a moment, he noticed countless eyes scanning him.

After the prince and the guests were seated, a slender girl spread out a pair of thin cicada wings, flapped her wings, and flew into the air.

"Dear viewers from all over the mainland, good morning!"

The girl's popularity seemed to be quite high, especially her petite body, which aroused the protective desire of countless big men present. After she finished speaking, the audience cheered one after another.

After a pause, the girl continued to speak in her sweet voice.

"Now, let us welcome our beloved, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!!"

Before the girl finished speaking, Dai Qingyu had already stood up, with a smile as warm and gentle as the sun on his face, and waved his hand cordially.

For some reason, Hals looked at Dai Qingyu's posture and felt it was a bit inconsistent. After all, although he was a prince, he was still in his early thirties, and his behavior at this time was more like a sunny boy.

???!!

Lowering his head slightly, the sun shone down, and the shadow of the hood covered Hals's facial expression. At the same time, a mysterious aura came out.

In the shadows, Hals's lips moved slightly, as if he said something.

Judging from the shape of the mouth, it seems...

"interesting........"

After focusing on the introduction of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of his empire, the other spectators only briefly mentioned him.

Sitting down again, Dai Qingyu breathed a sigh of relief, turned to look at Hals, smiled kindly, and continued to look at the ring.

"Then below, the beautiful elf girl, Die Xi, will introduce to you the two participating teams in today's semifinals."

When it comes to the competition, Diexi’s voice is much more solemn:

"The first ones to come on stage are the boys and girls from the Fengjian Sect. In previous competitions, they defeated their opponents cleanly and neatly with their sharp yet elegant sword skills."

"At the same time, there are rumors that these seven players from the Fengjian Sect also possess a special ability, the martial soul fusion skill, which is powerful. But unfortunately, no team has been able to force them to use this unique skill."

The seven members of the Fengjian Sect all look quite unique. They are all dressed in white and wear their swords, which are their martial spirits, at all times.

The captain of the Fengjian Sect had waist-length white hair and a cold expression, holding a long sword in his hands, closing his eyes and concentrating.

"Then, the next person to appear is their opponent, Star Luo Royal Academy!!!!"
Chapter completed!