Following the utter, soul-crushing defeat of the Star Luo Imperial Academy Team led by Davis, the grand arena welcomed its undisputed, supreme victors.
Zhu Zhuqing and Zhu Zhuyun stood flawlessly at the front of the stone stage, completely relaxed as they looked down upon the heavily bleeding, broken remnants of the Star Luo squad. Across from them, Davis lay in a pool of his own blood, the sheer, unadulterated terror in his eyes impossible to mask.
"No... This is impossible! It has barely been two years since you vanished! How could you possibly become a Soul Emperor?!" Davis shrieked hysterically, his voice cracking with absolute desperation.
Zhu Zhuyun didn't even bother to glance at his pathetic, howling form. For her, the Star Luo Empire, its twisted traditions, and this pathetic prince had long ceased to matter. Her heart, her soul, and her intensely developed body belonged solely to one man—and his name was Fu Ye. She was no longer a political sacrifice for a broken royal family; she was the cherished woman of a god-like entity.
"The match is officially over! Let us wildly congratulate Tianshui Academy for securing a flawless, dominant victory in the opening round!"
As Doudou's clear, melodic voice echoed throughout the stadium, the curtain officially fell on Star Luo's participation.
A total of ten elite teams had traveled to Spirit City to compete in these prestigious finals, but to Fu Ye and Tianshui Academy, the numbers meant absolutely nothing. No matter how powerful or hidden another team claimed to be, they could never stand a fraction of a second against a supreme Tianshui roster anchored by a terrifying Rango 73 Soul Saint like Dugu Yan.
Over the next two days, the tournament progressed exactly as Fu Ye had anticipated. The sheer, legendary reputation of Tianshui Academy's overwhelming power spread like wildfire. Any team unfortunate enough to be drawn against them chose to instantly forfeit their match, actively fleeing to the safety of the lower bracket's losers' pool just to avoid being physically obliterated on stage.
Intimacy and Execution Plans
Inside the Pope's private luxury bedchambers, a thick, intensely sweet aura of recent passion lingered in the air.
Fu Ye lay comfortably beneath the silk sheets, thoroughly satisfied. His powerful arms were wrapped tightly around the smooth, flawless waist of Bibi Dong, pulling her mature, exquisitely curved, peak-beauty body flush against his bare chest. Showing absolute, dominant ownership, he reached up and playfully pinched her soft, glowing cheek.
"Dong'er, my love, what do you think? Should we go ahead and thoroughly dispose of those two little brat insects, Tang San and Tang Chuan?" Fu Ye asked with a calm, amused smirk.
"Mnn... let's wait until the Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Tournament officially concludes," Bibi Dong murmured smoothly, her stunning face flushing with a beautiful crimson warmth under his touch, though an icy, lethal layer of murderous intent instantly pooled in her eyes. "After all, that absolute piece of trash, Yu Xiaogang, has been loudly boasting every single day, claiming that once his precious disciple grows up, he will personally make me pay a horrific price."
Hearing the name of that hypocritical clown, a wave of profound disgust swept through the room. If Tang San and Tang Chuan had absolutely no connection to Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong might have chosen to ignore their pathetic existence. But since they were tied directly to that arrogant cripple, they had already written their own death warrants.
"Oh, it's far more amusing than that," Fu Ye chuckled darkly, his fingers gently tracing the elegant contours of her collarbone. "One is Tang Hao's biological son, and the other is Tang Hao's adopted son. They are a breeding ground for future trouble."
Within a few minutes of casual, intimate bedroom banter, Fu Ye and Bibi Dong had effortlessly decided the horrific, inescapable fate of both Tang brothers' entire future lives. As for whether the targets agreed to this arrangement? That wasn't a question a supreme apex predator ever needed to ask. In this cruel, fantasy world of spirit masters, the law of the jungle reigned supreme—the strong ruled, and the weak were thoroughly trampled into dust.
An Angelic Encounter
A quarter of an hour later, Fu Ye pushed open the heavy double doors of the papal bedroom, intending to return to his academy girls. However, the moment the doors parted, a profoundly familiar, breathtakingly beautiful figure caught his eye.
"You shameless, wicked scoundrel! You're still here, actively monopolizing and stealing my Dong'er-jie's affection?!"
Standing directly in the corridor was a jaw-droppingly gorgeous girl possessing radiant golden hair, piercing golden eyes, and a flawless, angelic countenance that could drive any mortal to madness. It was none other than the proud inheritor of the Seraphim martial soul, Qian Renxue.
"Well, you'll have to take that up with your Sister Dong'er," Fu Ye replied smoothly, a highly amused, wicked smirk spreading across his handsome face as his eyes casually swept over her stunning silhouette. "If she hadn't violently pinned me down beneath the sheets and practically forced me to stay and satisfy her all night, I would have returned to my penthouse yesterday evening."
Fu Ye shrugged his shoulders playfully. It was the absolute truth; Bibi Dong's physical greed for his touch was completely insatiable.
"Hmph! You absolute pervert! You do nothing but relentlessly bully and tease big sister!" Qian Renxue pouted aggressively, her beautiful cheeks flushing a radiant pink.
Despite her intensely tsundere, arrogant outer shell, she knew with absolute certainty that she was completely powerless against this man in a direct physical confrontation. Huffing in frustration, she swiftly darted past his broad frame, slipping directly into the private bedroom.
Inside the boudoir, Bibi Dong's divine senses instantly picked up her arrival. Having just been thoroughly loved and opened up by her husband, she swiftly utilized her spirit power to instantly materialize her majestic papal robes over her bare, glowing skin. Even though she had raised Qian Renxue like a beloved little sister and cherished daughter figure combined, she still maintained her regal dignity.
The Arena Counter-Play
Back on the grand combat stage, Tianshui Academy and the Heaven Dou Imperial Academy Team stood fully arrayed, facing each other in stark opposition.
Today's starting lineup for Tianshui consisted of: Wu Ling, Ning Rongrong, Zhu Zhuqing, Zhu Zhuyun, Shui Bing'er, Xue Wu, and Dugu Yan.
Across the field, the captain of the Heaven Dou team, Yu Tianheng, kept his gaze locked intensely onto Dugu Yan. Even though she had long since cut ties with the Imperial Team to follow Fu Ye, Tianheng's heart had never truly been able to let her go. Standing on this grand stage as active enemies for the first time, his mind was flooded with an indescribable, bitter cocktail of regret and longing.
Meanwhile, Tang Chuan stood in the formation, his eyes entirely locked onto the young Wu Ling. His heart was completely overflowing with a dark, twisted agony.
Wu Ling... in my previous life, you were supposed to be my perfectly obedient, completely adoring wife! But in this life, you've actually thrown yourself into that bastard's arms!
However, Tang Chuan quickly suppressed his rage, his mind rapidly mapping out his ultimate path to absolute godhood. He had already perfectly calculated his trajectory: the moment this tournament concluded, he would utilize his hidden knowledge to infiltrate the imperial vault and steal the Heaven Dou Empire's supreme national treasure—the Vast Sea Cosmic Shroud.
With that divine item in hand, he would journey directly into the deep Blue Silver Forest to awaken his legendary Blue Silver Emperor bloodline. From there, the supreme inheritance of the Seagod would be nothing more than a toy in his palm!
Afterward, he would carry the Seagod's divine artifacts straight into the depths of the Slaughter City. That old monster, the King of Slaughter, would be completely helpless to resist, forced to pass the supreme divinity of the Asura God straight to him!
As for needing a biological "sheath" like Xiao Wu to make the dual divine thrones coexist? Tang Chuan let out a mental sneer. In his vast, reincarnated experience, he had already devised a flawless method to force both supreme godhoods to coexist perfectly within his own body without any external aid!
Once I utilize my absolute foresight to successfully ascend to the divine realm as a Dual God, Xiao Wu, Zhuqing, Zhuyun, and every single one of these Tianshui beauties will inevitably become my private, submissive playthings!
Thinking of his glorious, dark future, Tang Chuan slowly licked his lips, his eyes burning with an intense, raw, and thoroughly lecherous lust as his gaze swept aggressively over the voluptuous contours of Wu Ling, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun.
Sensing that disgusting, intensely perverted gaze crawling over their skin, Wu Ling and the cat sisters felt a wave of literal, stomach-turning nausea hit them. The sheer, oily creepiness radiating from Tang Chuan made them want to vomit right then and there.
Before the official countdown could even begin, Tang Chuan took a step forward, raising his chin arrogantly as he addressed the head referee, Doudou, who was hovering gracefully in mid-air.
"Our Heaven Dou Imperial Academy Team voluntarily forfeits this match! We choose to directly enter this afternoon's losers' bracket bracket!"
Sitting high up in the ultra-luxury VIP suite, Fu Ye watched this exact scene unfold while lazily enjoying the view, a cold, deeply mocking smirk playing on his lips.
Forfeit? Actively trying to exploit the bracket rules to dodge our frontline and sneak into the finals via the losers' pool? As if you're the only one who knows how to manipulate a tournament structure.
Up in the air, Doudou was briefly stunned by the sudden announcement, but just as she opened her mouth to officially declare the default victory for Tianshui, the cold, alluring voice of Dugu Yan rang out across the entire arena.
"Since the Heaven Dou Imperial Team has graciously chosen to forfeit... then our Tianshui Academy Team shall also voluntarily forfeit this match! We will directly accompany them into this afternoon's losers' bracket!"
The words fell like a localized nuclear warhead.
This was the exact, ruthless counter-strategy Fu Ye had thoroughly prepared his girls for. If the enemy wanted to play petty psychological games and hide in the shadows, Tianshui would simply follow them down and slaughter them there.
In Tang Chuan's original, pathetic calculation, the losers' bracket only contained a single notable opponent—Kamikaze (Godwind) Academy. He believed Heaven Dou could easily crush Kamikaze, rest up, and then casually swoop into the grand finals to face a physically exhausted Tianshui or Spirit Hall squad.
But he had completely failed to realize that his opponents held absolute, crushing dominance over the entire event. With Tianshui deliberately forfeiting right alongside them, the losers' bracket was instantly transformed into a literal, inescapable execution chamber. Now, to even survive the afternoon, his battered Heaven Dou squad would be forced to face the monstrous, unyielding fury of Tianshui all over again, without a single moment of respite.
At this exact moment, Tang Chuan's face turned a violent, sickly shade of green, looking precisely as though he had been forced to swallow a massive mound of fresh feces. The sheer, overwhelming humiliation suffocated him, yet beneath the watchful eyes of the supreme Pope, he didn't possess a fraction of the courage required to throw a tantrum.
Up on the grand papal throne, Bibi Dong's lips curved into a beautiful, deeply amused smile as she witnessed the spectacular, comedic collapse of Tang Chuan's petty scheme. That boy possessed a tiny spark of cleverness, but against her magnificent husband, he was nothing more than a blind insect dancing on the palm of a god.
Heaven Dou Imperial Academy had gambled their pride, only to lose both their dignity and their strategic lifelines in a single, devastating move.