When Salas returned to the Soul Battle Arena, the match between Feng Xiaotian and Tang San had already ended. As expected, Tang San was the victor.
The moment the Clear Sky Hammer appeared, the outcome was clear. Although the Gale Double-Headed Wolf was a top-tier high-level martial soul, it was still far inferior to the Clear Sky Hammer. Feng Xiaotian's Thirty-Six Consecutive Slashes of the Gale Demon Wolf couldn't compare to the Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer.
After all, one side could only charge up thirty-six times, while the other had a full eighty-one hammers. Even though Tang San couldn't yet unleash the final hammer that unified all eighty-one, Feng Xiaotian was no match for him.
But Salas couldn't care less about the trivial matter of who won or lost. He had only one thought: This Tang San must not be allowed to live!
No one knew better than the Spirit Hall how great the potential of twin martial souls was. After all, their own Pope was a peerless powerhouse with twin martial souls.
Although the Sword Prince of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan was currently in the lead, even if he became a Title Douluo in the future, at best he could reach the level of Chen Xin, maybe a bit stronger. While that was enough to make them wary, it wouldn't pose an excessive threat to Spirit Hall.
Tang San was different. If he overcame the difficulties of twin martial souls, he could reach a level comparable to their Pope. With the deep-seated enmity the Tang Hao family had towards Spirit Hall, Tang San would be a formidable opponent.
"Looks like the matter with Jun Tianlin can be set aside for now; I need to deal with Tang San first." Salas acted swiftly, already sending word to Spirit City.
After Feng Xiaotian's defeat, the Godwind Academy chose to forfeit directly. The Disorder Splitting Wind Hammer was too powerful, and they didn't want to risk injury before the finals. The advancement tournament was just for ranking anyway; losing one match wasn't a big deal.
Thus, the advancement tournament ended, with each academy lining up according to the new rankings. At the front, naturally, was the Emperor Battle Team. Originally, they should have been the center of attention, but now almost everyone couldn't help but glance at Tang San.
The successor to the Clear Sky Clan, twin martial souls—these were far more sensational than any tournament.
Afterward, Emperor Xue Ye gave another rousing speech. As the emperor, he couldn't easily leave Heaven Dou City, so he wouldn't be able to attend the finals.
Thus, Crown Prince Xue Qinghe became the representative of the Heaven Dou Empire, joining the judging panel for the finals and accompanying the fifteen teams from Heaven Dou to Spirit City at the border of the two empires for the final showdown.
The organizing committee gave each team three days to adjust. After instructions were given, everyone dispersed. Tianlin glanced at Salas's gloomy face—there was no doubt Salas would report Tang San's situation to Spirit City.
This meant that the assassination attempt from the original story might happen again. Without Dugu Bo or Sword Douluo, Tang San might not survive this calamity.
Originally, Tianlin wouldn't have cared if Tang San died, but now he was still useful to Tianlin, and Tianlin had also left a backup on Tang San. It would be a pity if he died so soon.
Moreover, since Tang San appeared in his visions of the future, it meant he wouldn't die this time. Could it be that Tang Hao would act early to save him?
"Well, I'll just see how things go then," Tianlin thought. He also wondered whether Spirit Hall might target him as well.
He wasn't worried. For this trip to Spirit Hall, Ning Fengzhi had already decided to bring Chen Xin and Dugu Bo along, with Gu Rong staying behind to guard the sect. As for Yin Yang, it seemed Ning Fengzhi had recently sent him on another mission.
With the Sword and Poison Douluos accompanying him, Tianlin wasn't concerned about his safety.
Besides, if he went all out now, he was confident he could take on a newly advanced Title Douluo one-on-one.
His confidence came from the Holy Spirit Pearl's million-year soul ring skill: Summon God Technique—Martial God.
The Martial God's strength was determined by Tianlin's strength, approximately one major stage higher. In other words, at his current level, which was close to Soul Sage, he could summon a Martial God of about that level.
A Soul Sage-level Tianlin could defeat a Soul Douluo. With the addition of his mental interference domain, Holy Spirit domain, Illusory Water Thunderstorm, and the Five-Elemental Purification, even a Title Douluo wouldn't scare him.
Thinking of this, Tianlin felt much more at ease and was grateful to the Skydream Iceworm for providing those skills.
"Xiao Tian, what's on your mind? Are you thinking about Tang San?" At this moment, Xue Qinghe approached with a smile, thinking Tianlin was feeling down after being upstaged by Tang San.
Tianlin didn't deny it and went along with it, saying, "Yeah, I didn't expect him to be the third person in history with twin martial souls. Looks like it's only a matter of time before he surpasses me."
Xue Qinghe patted Tianlin's shoulder. "Don't underestimate yourself, Xiao Tian. That Tang San will never surpass you. Big brother won't let him surpass you, either."
In Qian Renxue's mind, Tianlin's Demon Sword was also a god-level martial soul. No matter how strong the Clear Sky Hammer was, it was only top-tier at best. So, she still believed Tianlin was the most outstanding.
Besides, Tang San might not even get the chance to grow—just seeing that Clear Sky Hammer made her killing intent almost boil over.
From what she knew, her father had died from his wounds after being struck by the Clear Sky Hammer. To her, the Clear Sky Clan was an enemy who must die.
Tianlin's senses were extraordinarily keen. Even though Xue Qinghe hid her killing intent well, he still caught it and smiled. "Don't worry, Big Brother Xue. I don't think I'll ever lose to him. Even if I don't have as many martial souls, as long as my level is always higher, he won't surpass me. Don't forget, we have the power of Heavenly Snow Power."
Seeing Tianlin's smile, Xue Qinghe's killing intent vanished instantly. "You're right, Xiao Tian. Alright, go get some rest. In three days, we'll go to Spirit City together, and this time, I can finally cheer you on properly."
"Thanks, Big Brother Xue. I'll take my leave now." Tianlin said goodbye and left. As the crown prince, Xue Qinghe had much to prepare and couldn't spend the next three days with Tianlin.
"Wait, Brother Jun!" As Tianlin was leaving the arena, someone called out to him.
"Brother Tianxin, what's up?" It was Yu Tianxin. Although he'd lost to Tianheng, he was in better shape—just some minor injuries.
Tianheng, on the other hand, had suffered from the backlash of his Dragon's Reverse Scale and had skipped the closing ceremony to rest.
"Help me pass a message to Tianheng: I accept today's defeat wholeheartedly. I'm willing to give up my claim as the next head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and will support him fully from now on." Yu Tianxin said. This had been agreed upon long ago: whoever won at the tournament would be the next head to avoid the brothers ending up like the Dai family of Star Luo, fighting to the death.
Tianlin nodded. "Alright, I'll remember. Tianheng has a message for you too: the position of vice head of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan is yours whenever you want it."
Yu Tianxin's strict face finally showed a rare smile. "Haha, then you'd better watch out, Brother Jun. With Tianheng and me working together, maybe one day the clan will surpass your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!"
"That's impossible because you're just two, but on my side, there are at least three of us." Tianlin thought of Guran and Rongrong.
His supporters were just as strong as Yu Tianxin and Tianheng's. There was no way he'd lose to them.