Champions

Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, a week had gone by.

Today marked the official conclusion of Neuvillette's first Tournament.

The champions for the four levels—Titled Douluo, Soul Douluo, Soul Sage, and Soul Emperor—had already been decided.

This was expected, as the number of powerful soul masters in these ranks was relatively small.

After all, the higher one cultivates, the more challenging it becomes.

As for the Soul King, Soul Ancestor, and Soul Elder Levels, the final battles to determine the champions were currently underway.

After about half an hour, the champions for these three Levels were finally crowned.

At this moment, the champions for all seven paths were confirmed.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you are the champions of your respective paths."

"First of all, congratulations!"

As Neuvillette words fell, thunderous applause erupted, lasting a full two minutes before finally subsiding.

These people were the top tier within their respective paths!

While there might be others within the same rank who could defeat them but didn't participate, these champions were like gold sifted from sand. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call them some of the strongest in their ranks.

Except for that Soul Ancestor!

That guy somehow made it to the end—what unbelievable luck!

As the seven champions listened to Neuvillette, even Golden Crocodile couldn't help but stand a bit straighter.

For a soul master, what an honor this was!

"And now, it's time for me to fulfill my promise."

As soon as he said this, the crowd erupted in excitement once again!

Seven thousand-year-old soul bones as championship prizes—who else on the entire Douluo Continent could be so extravagant besides Neuvillette?

The champion of the Soul Elder path was an unremarkable middle-aged man with a soul power level of thirty-nine.

Winning this championship did involve some luck, but that didn't matter.

What mattered was that he won!

Does the process even matter at this point?

Looking at the other champions, the man felt a bit dejected, but he quickly perked up.

He felt disappointed because, as the champion of this level, he was the weakest among the seven.

In other words, when it came time to choose soul bones, he would be the last to pick.

Being last meant he would likely get the worst one!

But then again, even the worst one was still a soul bone, right?

Even the weakest soul bone would attract countless soul masters trying to snatch it from him as soon as he left the Battle Soul Arena!

He wasn't stupid…

"Sigh, I need to find a powerful faction to join."

Not only that, but he also needed to ensure that this faction wouldn't take the soul bone from him, which was somewhat worrying.

"Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, Spirit Hall…"

"Hmm?"

"Why not just join the Battle Soul Arena directly?"

His eyes lit up as he made up his mind.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and Spirit Hall were indeed powerful, but did they have gods?

Without gods, how could they claim to be strong?

The Battle Soul Arena had two gods!

As expected, the champion of the Titled Douluo path was the first to choose. Of course, he could also opt not to choose.

Golden Crocodile, the champion of the Titled Douluo path, glanced at the soul bones before him, and his eyes lit up.

One of the head soul bones was actually around seventy to eighty thousand years old?

What a treasure—a truly exceptional soul bone!

Unfortunately, it had a water attribute. And he wasn't here for these Rewards he has no need for them for him he wanted to find a last chance to breakthrough level 99.

"???"

A water attribute?

No one there was blind, especially the champions of the Soul Douluo and Soul Sage paths—they were no pushovers.

To become the overall champion of their respective paths, even if luck played a part, their own strength couldn't be too low.

The three of them glanced at Dugu Yan, then at Neuvillette, and finally decided to avert their gaze from the head soul bone.

Offending a god's favored one over a soul bone with an incompatible attribute? Not worth it, not worth it at all.

"God of Judgment, I do not wish for a soul bone…"

After a moment of thought, Golden Crocodile spoke, "May I ask for your guidance instead?"

A ten-thousand-year soul bone wouldn't be enough to help him break through from level ninety-eight to ninety-nine.

If it were a hundred-thousand-year soul bone, he might have chosen it.

But these soul bones didn't hold much allure for him.

They were merely ten-thousand-year soul bones.

The only one that caught his eye had an incompatible attribute, and it might even offend someone important.

Besides, his true goal here wasn't a soul bone but rather to receive guidance from Neuvillette.

The guidance of a god could save him many, many years of wandering down the wrong path!

Hearing this, Neuvillette looked at Golden Crocodile and nodded.

He understood what Golden Crocodile truly desired.

For a level ninety-eight Super Douluo, breaking through to level ninety-nine was almost an obsession.

"Very well!"

"I have a method that can reduce the difficulty of breaking through, but…"

Before Neuvillette could finish, Golden Crocodile placed his right hand over his heart and said, "Lord God of Judgment, I, Golden Crocodile, swear on my martial soul and the honor of the Spirit Hall that without your permission, I will never divulge this to anyone!"

Neuvillette's eyebrow twitched. That wasn't exactly what he was going to say.

But Golden Crocodile, having lived so long, knew the unspoken rules and acted accordingly.

Although it wasn't what Neuvillette intended to say, it didn't conflict with his message.

Neuvillette nodded, as if acknowledging Golden Crocodile's oath.

Then, with a single point of his finger, he touched Golden Crocodile's forehead.

This wasn't an energy attack but a transmission of information and a cultivation method.

Golden Crocodile closed his eyes, sensing the information Neuvillette had conveyed. When he finished, his eyes snapped open!

His gaze was filled with shock!

"Terrifying!"

Golden Crocodile swallowed hard, muttering to himself.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed it!

Soul cores, dual soul cores of yin and yang!

As long as one soul core is formed, breaking through to Titled Douluo is almost a given.

Forming two soul cores makes breaking through to level ninety-nine merely a matter of time.

This secret technique—how terrifying!

Especially since the soul cores would continuously operate, even during battles!

No more worrying about running out of soul power in the middle of a fight.

"Thud…"

Golden Crocodile knelt down, and not just on one knee—he knelt fully on both knees.

He kowtowed three times in Neuvillette's direction.

"Lord God of Judgment, Golden Crocodile will never forget your great kindness!"

The entire audience gasped.

Was this still the proud and sometimes arrogant Golden Crocodile Douluo, level ninety-eight, who enjoyed giving guidance to others?

Even those of the same level felt deeply grateful for his guidance.

But what was going on here?

What kind of "inheritance" did Neuvillette give Golden Crocodile to make him react like this?

Where was his previous arrogance?

With a casual wave, Neuvillette used an unseen force to help Golden Crocodile stand.

"There's no need for this; it's the reward you deserve."

Neuvillette shook his head and said.

He quite admired Golden Crocodile.

Even in death, Golden Crocodile remained loyal to the Spirit Hall.

After Golden Crocodile stood, the gratitude in his eyes didn't diminish; it only grew stronger.

"And what about you?"

Neuvillette didn't look at Golden Crocodile but instead addressed the champion of the Soul Douluo level.