These words sent chills down everyone's spines.
Did he not even respect the Pope?
Just who was this kid?
Duty?
What duty could be greater than the Pope of the Spirit Hall?
What duty?
Naturally, it was the duty of a Judgment Elder of the Hall of Worship. Outsiders, except for Spirit Hall elders and above, would naturally have no idea.
Chen Changfeng's actions also made Qian Renxue on the platform tremble.
Although she didn't know why Bibi Dong would protect Yu Xiaogang, Qian Renxue was more worried that Chen Changfeng would attack Bibi Dong. She understood Chen Changfeng's character; his words were never just empty talk. If anyone dared to do anything detrimental to the Spirit Hall, even the Pope would be no exception.
"Insolence!"
Bibi Dong's face quickly turned cold. "He holds the Spirit Hall Elder's Token. Are you going to kill even an elder?"
Chen Changfeng's eyes grew even colder under his icy words.
He remained unmoved.
He raised the Scepter of Destruction, pointing it diagonally at Bibi Dong. "You'd better not force me."
Bibi Dong: "You—"
"What? You'd better not deceive yourself!"
Chen Changfeng gripped the Scepter of Destruction even tighter, a faint destructive power surging forth once more. "As Pope, you should know that the Elder's Token in Yu Xiaogang's hand is merely a gift from the previous Pope to the three upper sects, while the one he holds represents the Clear Sky Sect!"
"More than a decade ago, Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect severely injured the former Pope, Qian Xunji, to death."
"And your first act as Pope, Bibi Dong, was to abolish the Papal Tokens. The Papal Tokens of the three upper sects no longer possess the prestige of Elders of the Spirit Hall!"
"What, today you're protecting an outsider holding the Clear Sky Sect's Papal Token?"
"You, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, have no shame?"
These words
nearly caused Bibi Dong to explode.
This kid wasn't just participating in the Soul Master Competition; capturing a 100,000-year-old transformed soul beast wasn't enough! Now, in front of all the major powers and academies, they were directly suppressing her papal authority.
However, he was right; to win over the elders of the Spirit Hall, his first act upon assuming the papacy was indeed to abolish the papal decree.
After all, Bibi Dong knew that the former Pope, Qian Xunji, hadn't died at Tang Hao's hands.
Now, she had impulsively protected Yu Xiaogang.
As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, such behavior was indeed somewhat inappropriate.
Even if she was scolded, she had no words to retaliate.
But the papal dignity could not be insulted, especially in front of so many people—this was intolerable!
"Spirit Hall! You dare to harm my son!"
Just as Bibi Dong was about to erupt, a deep voice suddenly rang out, as if exploding in the air. The voice wasn't loud, but the domineering aura it contained caused everyone's bodies to tremble involuntarily.
Hearing this voice, Tang San suddenly raised his head, his eyes filled with a light of surprise.
Pope Bibi Dong, who was blocking Yu Xiaogang's path, also suddenly became serious, suppressing her impulse to attack Chen Changfeng. She abruptly looked up at the sky.
At that moment,
a black figure silently appeared in mid-air, floating there quietly, as if it belonged there by nature.
It was a middle-aged man, appearing to be about fifty years old, tall and robust, but his attire was far from flattering.
He wore a tattered robe, without even patches, revealing his bronze skin. His once handsome features were now covered with a sallow complexion, giving him a sleepy look. His hair was a mess, like a bird's nest, and his beard looked like it hadn't been groomed in ages.
Upon seeing this person, the usually strong Tang San seemed to collapse, two difficult words slowly escaping his lips, "Dad... Dad..."
Yes, the one who appeared out of thin air, suspended in mid-air, was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao.
Behind him, an enormous black hammer floated in mid-air, and in a flash, Tang Hao landed in front of the Shrek Academy students.
"You beat the little one, now the old one comes!"
"Tang Hao, you've finally shown yourself?"
Just then, a familiar yet cold voice rang out, Chen Changfeng coldly facing Tang Hao: "I thought you were going to keep hiding."
"Huh?!"
Tang Hao was slightly taken aback, his gaze falling on Chen Changfeng, surprised that such a young boy could face his pressure without changing his expression?
Even his deep eyes flashed with killing intent.
Even the Killing God Domain unconsciously resonated with it.
And how did he know he was coming?
Though puzzled, Tang Hao was Tang Hao after all. He smiled calmly, exuding a unique aura that seemed indifferent even to a thousand armies standing before him. "Kid, Bibi Dong hasn't spoken yet. Do you think you can stop me?"
he said.
One spirit ring after another slowly rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet. The rise was slow, but with each ring, Tang Hao's expression grew increasingly solemn.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.
The nine spirit rings on Tang Hao were identical to those on Pope Bibi Dong, and his last spirit ring was also a hundred thousand years old. Despite the identical spirit rings, the aura Tang Hao exuded at this moment was unmatched, even by Pope Bibi Dong.
Grandmaster, always arrogant, looked at Tang Hao not far in front of him with only respect in his eyes.
In the world of spirit masters, Tang Hao was his only idol, both then and now.
To dare stand alone before the Pope's Palace and challenge the entire Spirit Hall—what kind of prestige was this?
Tang Hao's appearance was already extremely shocking.
But Chen Changfeng's next words made everyone present gasp in shock, an intense chill spreading from their tailbone down to their neck.
"No, you misunderstand!"
Chen Changfeng, wielding the Scepter of Destruction, walked towards Tang Hao, a spirit ring rising with each step. "Today, you won't be able to take anyone you want. I'm not trying to stop you, I simply want to kill you."
Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red.
Eight blood-red spirit rings slowly rose from beneath Chen Changfeng's feet. The immense pressure released by Tang Hao was forcibly compressed back by the gradually increasing, serene aura emanating from him.
Suffocation!
Absolute suffocation.
Ten thousand-year spirit rings!
And eight in a row! An eight-ring Spirit Douluo!
That boy is defying the heavens!
Immediately afterward, exclamations of surprise echoed throughout the Spirit Plaza.
Even the self-proclaimed theoretically invincible Master Yu Xiaogang was nearly stunned, exclaiming in his heart that this was impossible!
There were no white rings, no yellow rings, no purple rings.
Not even a single ten-thousand-year black ring; they were all hundred-thousand-year level spirit rings.
Although no one wanted to admit it, the facts were undeniable . It was impossible for everyone to be hallucinating at the same time, right?
Everyone present was almost dazzled by the dazzling red. When they saw the neatly arranged red spirit rings, not only Tang Hao, but even Bibi Dong and the elders of the Spirit Hall felt their hearts shatter. (End of Chapter)