On the Douhun Stage.
After Dugu Bo's extremely overbearing, unreasonable, and overtly threatening remarks, the referee's forehead seemed to have three invisible black lines hanging down, his face full of grievance and depression, his lips moved, but he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, let alone refute out loud.
In the face of absolute power, so-called rules and reason appeared so pale and weak.
With a cold snort, Dugu Bo no longer paid attention to the deathly silent reaction of the entire venue, then led the calm-faced Tang Chuan and the indifferent-eyed Xiao Rui'er, turned and walked off the Douhun Stage.
However, just as he reached the edge of the Douhun Stage.
He seemed to remember something again, and his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Under the gaze of countless fearful eyes, Dugu Bo slowly turned his head, his sinister gaze once again swept towards the direction of Shrek Academy and the VIP stands, and he slowly added:
"Oh, right, there's something I must remind you all."
He deliberately drew out his tone, ensuring that every word clearly entered everyone's ears.
"If others die, I don't care. That's because their skills are not refined, or the referee is incompetent."
"But if anyone from our Tianxing Academy has an accident in this competition… accidentally dies, I can't guarantee that I can still reason as calmly as I am now."
Threat, this was clearly a naked threat!
But still no one dared to speak up.
A moment later, the figures of the Tianxing Academy group completely disappeared from the Douhun Stage.
Leaving behind only the audience, who were as silent as cicadas in winter, and the various forces whose faces were extremely grim… A few hours later, the moon was like a silver disk, with stars filling the sky.
Heaven Dou City Spirit Hall, Platinum Bishop's Hall.
This hall, covering an area of more than two hundred square meters, was extremely luxurious, with a high dome, walls inlaid with magnificent colored glaze, and a floor paved with smooth, mirror-like dark marble.
Within the spacious area, various rare treasures and antique artworks, emitting a soft, precious glow, were arranged in an orderly fashion, silently showcasing the owner's noble status and vast wealth.
Salas was seen sitting behind a huge, somewhat exaggerated ornate desk.
At this moment, his withered fingers were unconsciously tapping on the smooth desktop, and a look of uncertainty flickered in his deep eyes.
In front of him, a document, just expedited through special channels from the distant Nuoding City Spirit Hall, lay flat.
The paper of the document was slightly old, its edges even slightly curled, clearly indicating its age.
At this moment, Salas had read this thin document repeatedly several times, but his heart was still churning with stormy waves, somewhat disbelieving that the records he saw were true.
The information was very detailed, from Tang Chuan's first registration at the Spirit Hall to confirm his Soul Master identity.
Then to every time he received Soul Master subsidies and every title promotion after gaining a spirit ring.
However, all records stopped abruptly after he obtained his third spirit ring and became a Spirit Elder. This indicated that after Tang Chuan's strength reached the Spirit Ancestor Realm, he never went to the Spirit Hall for subsequent certifications, and naturally stopped receiving that subsidy.
This made Salas feel a hint of something unusual, but it was not incomprehensible. Many Disciples from large families or Soul Masters with secrets would choose not to claim subsidies to hide their strength.
What puzzled him most, and even made him feel a chill, was that the archives clearly recorded in black and white that Tang Chuan, at three spirit rings, had the standard optimal spirit ring configuration of two yellow and one purple!
But today, in the Great Spirit Arena.
He personally witnessed Tang Chuan reveal his first three spirit rings, which were the astonishing two purple and one black!
"What's going on?!" Salas's brows furrowed into a 'river' shape, his withered fingers unconsciously gripping harder, almost crushing the fragile paper, and he muttered to himself:
"Why does his spirit ring configuration completely contradict the Spirit Hall's early records?"
Speaking of this, he closed his eyes, carefully recalling the immense and solid Soul Power fluctuations he felt today, as well as the heart-pounding pressure emanating from the ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
"It can't be wrong... Judging from the aura released today, that two purple and three black spirit ring configuration is absolutely real! It's definitely not a power that can be simulated by illusions or magic tricks!"
"Could it be... that this Tang Chuan possesses some peculiar skill or secret method that can change the color of spirit rings, or even hide the true age of spirit rings?"
The more Salas thought about it, the more likely it seemed, and a chill involuntarily rose up his spine.
"This allowed him to perfectly disguise himself as an ordinary Soul Master when he registered at the Spirit Hall in the early stages, thereby deceiving our Spirit Hall's eyes and ears, allowing him to grow silently until he made a sensational debut today..."
If this were true, then Tang Chuan's cunning, talent, and the secrets he might be hiding would be far more terrifying than they appeared on the surface!
Patting his forehead lightly, Salas, to this day, was unwilling to believe that the spirit ring configuration he witnessed today was real: fourteen years old, with a two purple and three black spirit ring configuration!
This, throughout the entire Douluo Continent, was an unprecedented existence, with no one before or after him.
The next second, Salas suddenly stood up from his large armchair and quickly walked to the side of a huge bookshelf that reached the ceiling. His fingers glided over several specific book spines, finally precisely pulling out a thick archive, edged with gold thread and made of extraordinary material.
He carefully carried it back to the desk and slowly opened it.
The pages were made of a special Soul Beast hide, recording the Spirit Hall's most core secrets: the detailed information of the Golden Generation.
His gaze quickly locked onto the records about Hu Liena, and Salas murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with an incredulous comparison:
"Among the Golden Generation, cultivated by the Spirit Hall with all its resources, Hu Liena, who has the highest talent and is hailed as the Supreme Pontiff's direct Disciple, only reached Rank forty at the age of fifteen... This is already astonishing talent..."
"But this Tang Chuan, a guy from a small place like Saint Spirit Village in Nuoding City, whose Martial Soul is the universally recognized waste Martial Soul, Blue Silver Grass. He actually... actually reached Rank fifty at the age of fourteen?!"
"This... How is this possible?! Absolutely impossible!"
Salas roared in disbelief, feeling his understanding being wildly overturned.
Blue Silver Grass? A fourteen-year-old Spirit King? This had already completely exceeded the scope of a Genius, reaching an unimaginable, even terrifying, level!
A huge sense of crisis and an excited feeling of having discovered a shocking secret simultaneously seized him.
This matter had far exceeded the scope of what he could handle and understand!
Slowly exhaling a turbid breath, Salas immediately sat down again, grabbed the specially made letter paper and the pen dipped in Martial Soul-guided ink from the table, and with a swift flick of his wrist, he wrote a secret letter at the fastest speed and with the most concise and precise language.
The letter detailed Tang Chuan's abnormal spirit ring configuration seen today, its severe inconsistency with his early archives, and the inference of his astonishing Cultivation speed.
Finally, he heavily wrote the conclusion:
"This child has many suspicious points. His talent and strength far exceed normal comprehension. He may possess a shocking secret or a special Opportunity. The level of his threat to the Spirit Hall cannot be estimated. The situation is grave, beyond what this subordinate can decide. I humbly request the Supreme Pontiff's divine judgment!"
In simple terms, it was — this child is terrifying, he must not be allowed to live!
After writing the last word, Salas quickly put the letter into an envelope embossed with the Spirit Hall's highest secret emblem, sealed it with Soul Power, and sternly shouted:
"Someone!"
Immediately, a dark shadow appeared silently in the hall like Gui Mei.
"Immediately! Deliver this secret letter directly to the Supreme Pontiff at the fastest speed! There must be no delay!" Salas's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.
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