Chapter 10: If He Returns Someday, It Must Be Junlin
Seeing the sheet-like object of unknown material in Li Tianyi's hand, whispers erupted.
"Iron sheet?"
"Old Liu, have you seen what kind of spirit this is?"
"It looks like a useless spirit."
The Pope's dignified eyes flashed with deep confusion. Sword Douluo Chenxin was even more speechless, for they had both seen Li Tianyi's spirit before.
"How could that be?" Ju Douluo leaped to Li Tianyi's side, his blood-red eyes fixed on the small "iron sheet" and asked in disbelief, "Where are your twin spirits?"
Li Tianyi put away the small "iron sheet," the material of which was indecipherable, and with a cold expression, spread his hands and said innocently, "Maybe my spirits mutated."
"Li Tianyi!" Ju Douluo said bitterly, finally understanding why the other party was so hesitant to summon his spirit.
Thinking of how he had humiliated him and how he seemed to have no value anymore, a hint of murderous intent flashed in his eyes.
"Bang!"
Nine soul rings yellow, purple, black, black— rose from beneath him, and the shadow of a gigantic purple chrysanthemum materialized behind him.
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan raised his hand and unleashed a stream of purple light, hurtling towards Li Tianyi.
Li Tianyi, wounded, struggled to dodge the incoming attack, but he was still countless steps behind the level 95 Super Douluo Yueguan.
"How dare you!" a voice rang out as a graceful figure soared from a seat above the hall.
Sword Douluo's hand also emitted a ray of sword light, swiftly scattering Ju Douluo's attack, instantly dispersing 70% of it.
Li Tianyi tried desperately to dodge, but it was too late. The remaining 30% of the purple energy struck his legs.
"Crack!"
The crisp sound of bones breaking echoed throughout the hall.
The excruciating pain ripped through his nerves, but Li Tianyi didn't cry out. With a pale face and gritted teeth, he collapsed to the ground, grimly staring at his legs, which had been too late to dodge and were now a bloody mess.
"Bang!"
Ju Douluo's spirit ring instantly dissipated, and he was sent flying.
Li Tianyi looked up and saw the majestic Bibi Dong. Her cold and beautiful face was filled with anger, filled with disgust at Ju Douluo's mindless behavior.
Ju Douluo stood up and looked at Li Tianyi, his eyes once again brimming with ruthlessness. He said, "Your Holiness, what's wrong with me taking care of this brat?"
Bibi Dong said coldly, "He's your disciple!"
Ju Douluo suddenly laughed wildly. "My disciple? Does he deserve it? He's just a piece of trash with a mutated spirit."
"Pah!"
Ju Douluo covered his face and looked at Bibi Dong in shock. "You hit me for this little piece of trash?"
"What's wrong with a mutated spirit?" Bibi Dong snapped. Then a flash of memory flashed in her eyes, and she thought of someone.
"Haha, you keep saying you'll take me in as your disciple, but have you ever considered my opinion?"
Li Tianyi didn't get hysterical. Instead, he spoke calmly with a pale face, as if the injury was directed at someone else.
"Shut up, little bastard! Today I'm going to refine you and extract my Qirong Tongtian Ju."
"Refine?"
Everyone in the audience instantly turned pale. This was the behavior of a demonic heretic. How could an elder of the Spirit Hall say such a thing?
"Go back!" Bibi Dong's face turned extremely ugly, completely enraged by Ju Douluo's crazy words.
Looking at the ferocious Ju Douluo, Li Tianyi's eyes flashed with indifference.
He said calmly, "No matter what, I will definitely return your Qirong Tongtian Ju to you someday. There is no longer any connection between you and me!"
"Repay? Can you afford it? I searched all over Douluo Continent to find this one. I thought you had some talent worth utilizing."
"I didn't expect you to end up like a worthless person. Now I finally understand why you committed suicide that day. I'm afraid it's hard for you to accept the reality of becoming a useless martial spirit."
Li Tianyi's face was stern. "Hehe, since you injured me, I have repaid the favor. I advise you to leave some room for others and not take things too far."
"Does this elder need a useless person like you to teach me?" Ju Douluo roared in anger.
"Yue Guan, you have lost your composure. Go to the back hall!" the Queen ordered.
Ju Douluo didn't say anything, but continued to approach Li Tianyi step by step.
A bright red spirit ring suddenly appeared in the hall.
The unique spirit ring, borne by a hundred-thousand-year-old spirit beast, instantly stunned Ju Douluo.
Bibi Dong stood within the red spirit ring, glaring at him with icy eyes.
Ju Douluo instantly snapped out of his madness, his body trembling. He frantically said, "Yes, I lost my composure. Your Majesty, please forgive me."
As he watched Ju Douluo retreat panicked toward the back hall, Li Tianyi's eyes flashed with sarcasm. His right hand, hidden beneath his red robe, dropped, about to strike.
Unlike Li Tianyi's focus, everyone in the room now focused on Bibi Dong.
They sensed her spirit ring and her aura, and a deep fear crossed their faces.
But Li Tianyi keenly noticed two exceptions: Sword Douluo Chen Xin, whose eyes blazed with fighting spirit.
The other was the ordinary old man from before, his eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent.
That's right, it was hatred. Li Tianyi was very sure that he was not mistaken. Bibi Dong collected the red soul ring and said majestically:
"I believe you all understand Ju Douluo's temperament. Please excuse my embarrassment."
The people below waved their hands, not daring to say anything wrong.
Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction, bent down and looked at Li Tianyi, who was said to have a mutated and useless martial soul, with blood pouring from his legs. Her eyes revealed pity and longing.
"Hiss" Li Tianyi grunted.
He could endure pain with his temperament, but he couldn't stand the look in Bibi Dong's eyes at this moment. Was that longing for others? Was that pity for himself? Haha.
Bibi Dong looked at Li Tianyi silently for a long time, then pondered and said: "Go away, this place is not suitable for you!"
Hiss, Li Tianyi took a breath.
Is this human language? If I could move, I promise to run faster than anyone else, but the problem is that I am in so much pain that I am unconscious now!
Bibi Dong clapped her hands, summoned a silver-armored knight, and handed him a black warrant. Pointing at Li Tianyi, she said, "Take him back to Notting City. Tell the local temple master to give him a position as a deacon and ensure he kills two more hundred-year-old soul beasts."
The silver-armored knight obeyed, scooping up Li Tianyi and carrying him on his back.
Bibi Dong looked at Li Tianyi's thigh, where blood was gushing profusely, and tossed a bottle of white powder to the knight.
"Apply it to his back."
Li Tianyi was completely speechless. It was one thing for that lunatic with ulterior motives to despise him, but was this Pope, seeing his own failing health, also to hasten his expulsion?
Feeling his legs, which had become numb and insensitive, a flash of understanding struck Li Tianyi.
Did lack of strength justify such casual humiliation and abandonment? Li Tianyi hadn't guessed that Bibi Dong, moved by his similar experiences, had moved him away to protect him. After all, in her eyes, Li Tianyi was a worthless person, and staying here would be difficult.
At that moment, Li Tianyi swore silently on the silver-armored knight's shoulder that the day he returned, he would settle accounts with these scumbags and rectify the Spirit Hall's ethos. Then, he would reign supreme.
"Hahaha, what an arrogant and domineering Pope!"
Just as Li Tianyi was being carried out of the Spirit Hall, a hearty laugh suddenly echoed through the hall, and the entire Spirit Hall, along with the ground itself, began to shake violently...
(End of Chapter)