On the morning of the fifth day.
Wang Feng woke up early in the morning. He had been simulating today's match the entire day.
As for the final three teams, Wang Feng already knew who they would be when they entered the finals.
Although he knew that this year's Golden Generation would be different from the original story, he didn't expect them to be so different.
Yesterday, they didn't even reveal their martial soul fusion skills when they fought the Imperial Battle Team. Their soul power ranks were exceptionally high. At the same time, Hu Liena had absorbed Xingxing's soul ring and possessed a soul bone.
Xingxing had followed him for a few years. She wasn't an ordinary Starmoon Fox.
Hu Liena's abilities were definitely special.
Wang Feng's mood was a little unstable. He had too many questions in his heart.
As for the simulation of the last day's match, Wang Feng could only see a rough outline.
However, Tang San's team would definitely face a huge threat.
He couldn't fight. Not to mention, the seven-man team for the finals was already fixed and couldn't be changed.
Even if he could fight in the individual round, he couldn't change his outfit in that kind of situation.
The competition would be held outside the plaza of the Pontiff's Palace. There would be a bunch of Titled Douluo there.
According to Wang Feng's calculations, his identity might be exposed if he entered the finals.
However, it didn't matter. At most, he would be disqualified from being the champion.
Could the Martial Soul Hall use that as an excuse to kill him?
Being the champion wasn't Wang Feng's goal. To him, it was just an additional reward.
Wang Feng didn't really care about the four soul bones.
When Wang Feng put on his nine-one-one outfit and walked with Dean Fei Lun to the Pontiff's Palace, he realized that the weather was exceptionally good.
"The weather is good today."
Dean Fei Lun chuckled. "To be honest, I didn't expect you to make it this far."
A third-rate academy from Heaven Dou City had been dragged all the way to the finals of the Continental Elite Soul Master Tournament!
Although many teams were used to it after watching the nine-one fight, they were already used to it.
However, if they thought about it from outside the circle, it was too terrifying.
"Champion, I don't have much confidence in you. I'm an honest person."
Dean Fei Lun continued, "However, I'm already very satisfied that you've made it this far!
For today's match, you'll have to play according to the situation.
Oh right, after the competition ends, even if you don't continue to stay in Purple Star College, our school will still treat you as a symbol of our school and erect a statue for you. "
Wang Feng: "…"
He didn't answer.
After the competition ended, Wang Feng wanted to figure out what had happened to Qing Qing, Xingxing, and the other two little fellows before going to the next check-in location to cultivate, and then look for the little green bird. At the same time, he wanted to ensure that Xingxing and Ya Ya's consciousness would never dissipate.
Therefore, Wang Feng naturally couldn't stay in Purple Star College any longer.
The team from Shrek Academy and Martial Spirit Palace were also with them.
There were a total of fifteen people in the three teams. Including the accompanying teachers, they walked towards the splendid Hierophant Palace on the hill in front of them.
The three teams each had their own strengths. The team of the Martial Spirit Palace was full of confidence as they walked in the front.
Behind him was Tang San's group. They were very calm.
The last one was Wang Feng. Occasionally, he could see Tang San and the others. They would turn around to look at him, but there was no communication.
At the foot of the hill, about three hundred meters away, stood the Paladins of the Martial Spirit Palace. They held silver spears and stood in a cross position, solemn and dignified, forming a special ceremonial path.
Soon, the three teams arrived at the square outside the Pope's Palace.
As they got closer, Wang Feng could see the gate of the Pope's Palace that was only a few steps away.
The gold-gilded gate was at least ten meters tall. It was grand and magnificent, and there were six different special patterns engraved on it, symbolizing several Titled Douluo.
The semicircular arched door seemed to contain a divine power. Who knew what kind of light it would emit when it was opened?
At this moment, the sound of a bell was heard.
Twelve red-robed bishops walked to both sides of the gate, like the guards in front of an ancient emperor.
As their status was second only to the platinum bishops, they only had the qualification to guard here.
"They're really pretentious."
Wang Feng's eyes didn't move. He looked at the gate calmly.
One of the red-robed bishops at the front shouted in a clear voice.
"His Majesty the Pope has arrived!"
His voice seemed to be able to spread to the entire Martial Spirit City.
As soon as the bell rang, countless earth-shattering voices came from the foot of the hill and the Martial Spirit City.
The voices of "Long Live the Pope" were louder and louder, with a fanatical belief and loyalty in them.
Wang Feng knew that it was impossible for the red-robed bishops' voices to reach the Martial Spirit City. It should be that special bell sound that reached the Martial Spirit City.
It meant that His Majesty the Pope was about to appear, so it attracted such a loud and clear voice. It was even more exciting than when Wang Feng saw the opening ceremony of the 2008 Olympic Games in his previous life.
In such an environment, even if one wasn't a member of the Martial Spirit Palace, he would feel a sense of respect and reverence.
When the gate opened, the cheers seemed to have reached a peak!
Wang Feng also saw the people coming.
From the moment the gate opened, it seemed that tens of thousands of spotlights were shining from inside. Four golden figures walked out, followed by another figure.
After a while, when the group of people walked out, they could see clearly.
Leading them was Pope Bibidon.
Her papal robe was specially made, with a bright gold base and three gems of red, blue, and gold. It was overflowing with colors and looked noble.
The purple-gold crown on her head was even more majestic.
Wang Feng took a glance and retracted his gaze.
Although Pope Bibidon was the same age as Master, he couldn't tell at all. She was beautiful, but more of a majestic presence.
It reminded Wang Feng of Wu Zetian in his previous life. With such a status and strength, it was enough to make people forget her beauty.
They were only awed by her majesty and bearing.
The three people beside her were also wearing bright gold robes. There was a huge, angular gem embedded in their chests, symbolizing their status as Titled Douluo.
Naturally, only Titled Douluo were qualified to wear such robes.
They were the Ghost Douluo, the Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the Sword Douluo.
Although the Sword Douluo was a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he was also an honorary elder of the Martial Spirit Palace. Normally, he didn't participate in the Martial Spirit Palace's matters.
The other two Titled Douluo were different from when they first attacked them. They didn't cover their faces.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo looked a little feminine. His skin was very white and tender, and he took better care of his skin than a girl.
Although the Ghost Douluo was wearing a bright gold robe, his face was wrapped in a layer of fog, as if it had been pixelated. It was impossible to see what he looked like.
The last person was Ning Fengzhi. He wasn't a Titled Douluo, but his status was there. Naturally, he was qualified to walk out with the Pope.