Chapter 315: Disgusting Sissy, Ren Xue takes action and is about to shock the whole audience

To Emperor Xue Ye's right sat Platinum Bishop Salas, representing the Spirit Hall. He wore a pure white bishop's robe, a symbol of the Papal Palace's exalted status. The robe was meticulously embroidered with the Spirit Hall's seraph emblem in gold thread, a magnificent and sacred sight. His lean face held a trace of deep-seated arrogance and aloofness. His narrow eyes, like dormant venomous snakes, were cold and piercing, as if they could see through everyone's heart. The corners of his mouth curled up slightly, a hint of sarcasm playing on them, as if he held in disdain everything on the scene. His superior demeanor and the powerful spiritual energy emanating from him silently proclaimed the Spirit Hall's transcendent status on this continent.

With a loud horn sounding through the sky, the competition officially began!

First to enter was the host team, the Tiandou Imperial Academy's second team. Dressed in the azure uniforms characteristic of the Tiandou Imperial Academy, embroidered with the Tiandou Empire's emblem in gold, they exuded a noble and elegant air. However, as they entered the arena, a flurry of discussion erupted from the audience. Most of the team members had fair complexions and slender figures, and some even carried themselves in an overly feminine manner, contradicting the common image of spirit masters as sturdy and powerful.

The captain, walking at the front of the group, was particularly eye-catching. He was tall but exceedingly thin, his skin almost pale, his long, jet-black hair tied loosely behind him with a jade hairpin, obscuring half his face. His slightly pointed face was framed by a pair of narrow, almond-shaped eyes, slightly tilted upwards, their corners even daubed with a touch of eyeshadow, a hint of arrogance and disdain in them. A feminine smile perpetually played on his lips, yet within it shone a tinge of unpleasant arrogance. As he walked, his waist unconsciously twisted, as if to showcase his limberness. Every gesture exuded a sickly feminine softness.

When the referee announced in a resounding voice that Tiandou Royal Academy's second team would face the "Tang Sect Team," the discussion on the field reached a crescendo. Many people were whispering to each other, curious about who this "Tang Sect Team" had come from.

Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, two members of the Tang Sect team, led by Tang San, walked slowly into the competition venue with steady steps.

Tang San, dressed in a simple yet well-fitting dark blue uniform, accentuated his sturdy and well-proportioned frame. A faint smile graced his resolute face, his deep black eyes filled with composure and confidence. His long silver hair, gleaming softly in the sunlight, added a touch of mystery and elegance to his demeanor. He walked at the front of the team, each step steady and powerful, as if the very ground beneath his feet pulsated with his steps, emanating an innate aura of leadership.

Beside him, a stunning woman in a pale gold team uniform also attracted countless glances. She was Qian Renxue, who called herself "Tang Xue." Today, her signature long golden hair was tied high in a neat ponytail, revealing her smooth, full forehead and slender, fair neck. A faint smile graced her stunning face, and her golden eyes were filled with nobility and composure. Every step she took was graceful and confident, as if she were not walking toward the competition venue, but toward the glory that belonged to her. Her appearance captivated many of the male spirit masters present. Even in the VIP seats, accustomed to the sight of stunning women, Emperor Xue Ye's eyes flashed with astonishment. Ning Fengzhi stroked his long beard, his eyes gleaming, as if lost in thought.

"Angel Martial Spirit?" Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing behind Ning Fengzhi, opened his sharp eyes slightly, a hint of subtle surprise in his voice. "Although this kind of Martial Spirit is rare, it does exist. However, the aura of this girl seems a little... unusual."

Bone Douluo Gu Rong chuckled, his voice tinged with amusement. "Old Swordsman, you've made a mistake, haven't you? This isn't just any ordinary Angel Spirit. That sacred aura, though deliberately suppressed, is far purer than those from the Spirit Hall. Interesting, truly interesting."

Sarath's cold gaze fell upon "Tang Xue," his narrow eyes narrowing slightly, his brow furrowed slightly. As a high-ranking member of the Spirit Hall, his understanding of angel spirits far surpassed that of ordinary people. He could sense that Tang Xue's angel spirit, while pure, was subtly different from the familiar "Seraphim" spirit, lacking the supreme divine authority. This puzzled him, but he didn't connect it to Qian Renxue's true identity.

At the rear of the procession, a slender yet agile figure slowly unfolded like a scroll—Gu Yuena. Her long silver hair cascaded down to her ankles, gleaming brighter than the sun itself. Her stunning face, devoid of any unnecessary expression, exuded a captivating, ancient, and mysterious charm. Her violet eyes, as deep as the stars in the universe, held a transcendental indifference and majesty. Her appearance instantly silenced the entire square, everyone's gaze captivated by her otherworldly presence.

When the two teams stood in the center of the competition field, the referee's booming voice rang out again: "Players from both teams, salute your opponents!"

The members of Tiandou Royal Academy's second team, though filled with curiosity and a touch of disdain for the obscure Tang Sect team, bowed reluctantly due to protocol. The effeminate captain bowed perfunctorily, sizing up Tang San and the others with a critical gaze filled with provocation.

"Tang San, is that sissy their captain?"

A faint smile appeared on Tang San's resolute face, and his tone was filled with a hint of amusement: "It seems so."

"Bah! What's that look in your eyes!" The effeminate captain of the Tiandou Royal Academy's second team had obviously heard Tang San's whisper. A trace of anger suddenly appeared on his pale face. His narrow, almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened and he screamed, "We, the Tiandou Royal Academy's second team, are the elite among the elites. How can you, these unskilled people who came out of nowhere, compare to us! Just wait and see, I'll make you go home crying to your mothers!"

His sharp voice, with a unique hint of sarcasm, reached Tang San's ears.