in the Papal Palace. Council Hall.
Pope Bibi Dong sat on the main throne, with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo seated beside her. Standing before them were the seven members representing the Spirit Hall Academy in the competition.
Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena stood at the very front, while Xu Yu and the others stood behind.
"Did you all understand what I just said?" Bibi Dong said calmly.
"Understood, Your Holiness." Despite being members of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, Xie Yue and the other two answered with utmost respect.
Bibi Dong coldly said, "Tang San used his Spirit Body today, and he certainly won't be able to use it again tomorrow. He has twin spirits, and if he forcibly uses it again, even if he doesn't die, he won't be a threat to us anymore. Therefore, you don't need to worry about this. You only need to pay attention to their Seven-in-One Fusion Technique, and destroy it according to the tactics I just mentioned. In a true battle, they are no match for you."
"Yes."
Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's somewhat deep voice sounded from beside the Pope, "You should know what this competition means. It's not just your chance to become famous, but also symbolizes the ownership of the three spirit bones. As the organizer, the Spirit Hall cannot take back these three spirit bones if you really lose. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School and so many advanced spirit master academies are watching. This is a reward for you, but also a pressure. If you lose, I will send all of you to the Lost Canyon for three years of training."
Hearing the words "Lost Canyon," the seven members of Xie Yue almost simultaneously shivered, and their gazes immediately became even more determined. That godforsaken place, only ghosts could probably survive there. In three years, they'd probably really become ghosts.
"Alright, you can all go and rest." Bibi Dong waved her hand, signaling the seven members of Xie Yue to leave.
"Relying on them, the Spirit Hall won't win the championship!"
Just then, a clear, cold voice came from outside the Papal Palace.
Everyone was startled.
Bibi Dong frowned even more.
"Who!"
Yue Guan's yin-yang-like angry voice rang out, "Who dares to trespass into the Papal Palace without permission!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the voice.
It was a young man in his early twenties, the same age as Hu Liena and the others.
The young man had sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, a face like jade, and an imposing aura, like a cool breeze blowing into the hall, refreshing everyone's senses.
Who was this person?!
Why could he enter the Papal Palace at will? Why didn't the guards outside stop him?
Chen Changfeng walked in from outside the Papal Palace with an icy expression, his aura concealed, making it impossible to detect his cultivation level.
Completely ignoring Pope Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei,
Chen Changfeng's gaze fell directly on the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. "The Elite Tournament finals are crucial to the Spirit Hall's reputation. You should know that if you lose the finals, the Spirit Hall will lose more than just three spirit bones. Therefore, for the sake of the Spirit Hall's honor, I want to join the Spirit Academy team to win the championship of this Spirit Master Tournament."
Hearing this,
Hu Liena's expression tightened abruptly.
No one dared to question the strength of the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, especially among their peers; they were the pride of this era, an undeniable confidence.
"Insolence!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan roared in anger without warning, unleashing a palm strike at Chen Changfeng without any regard for reason. "Those who trespass on the Spirit Hall are all severely punished! Now, obediently reveal your identity!"
Yue Guan's sudden attack made Chen Changfeng frown.
Too eager to prove himself.
The failure of the mission to ambush Tang San halfway made him eager to impress Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong frowned, her right hand holding the papal scepter twitching slightly. She was about to intervene to stop Yue Guan, but stopped at the last moment.
She wasn't stupid; she knew that anyone who could enter the Papal Palace so openly must have powerful backers. Normally, Bibi Dong should have intervened to prevent Yue Guan from acting rashly, but that would be too passive. It was better to use Yue Guan to probe directly.
"Hmph!"
Facing Yue Guan, who was grabbing her bare-handed, Chen Changfeng sneered, "A piece of trash who can't even kill a Soul Master, all you know is how to bully your own kind, huh?"
The next second,
an extremely powerful burst of energy erupted.
To everyone's disbelief, a muffled thud resounded. Chen Changfeng was unharmed, while Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was actually thrown back several steps before regaining his balance.
So strong!!!
Not only Yue Guan, who was forced back, but also Bibi Dong felt a sudden tightness in her heart.
Although Yue Guan hadn't used his soul power, he was able to repel a Title Douluo with his own energy.
What did that mean!
A Title Douluo?
"You're courting death!"
Yue Guan roared in fury, releasing his immense soul power instantly, filling the entire Papal Palace. The powerful pressure of a Title Douluo surged towards Chen Changfeng like a raging river.
These past few days, Yue Guan had been unable to hold his head high before the Pope because of his and Lao Gui's failed mission to intercept Tang San.
As the saying goes, don't hit someone in the face, don't expose someone's weaknesses.
That young man not only made him suffer an unexpected loss, but also slapped him in the face repeatedly. Even
a ghost couldn't tolerate this!
"Yue Guan!"
Bibi Dong jumped up from her throne in shock, intending to stop the enraged Yue Guan.
But the next second, her pupils contracted.
The overwhelming pressure of Yue Guan's Title Douluo aura was forcefully cleaved in two just a meter away from the youth, then surged outwards in a V-shape towards the Papal Palace.
How could this be!
"Who are you?!" Bibi Dong exclaimed in shock.
Chen Changfeng smiled faintly.
He easily pulled a token from his person,
seemingly unfazed by Yue Guan's imposing presence. It was none other than the Spirit Hall Elder's Token, "Hall of Offerings! Chen Changfeng."
It was the Judgment Elder's Token!
Bibi Dong's pupils contracted, her face filled with disbelief: "Wait, what did you just say your name was? Chen Changfeng?"
"You are!"
"That youth from over ten years ago! You're still alive!" She
was stunned.
Bibi Dong was completely shocked.
She remembered the youth who awakened the Scepter Spirit, the youth who swept away the Ghost-Faced Pig Mountain Range with a single bolt of lightning.
How could this be?!
Elder's Token? Judgment Elder?
Hall of Offerings! So he didn't die back then, but was taken to the Hall of Offerings by Qian Daoliu!
Damn it!
She hadn't noticed anything all these years! "
You cunning Qian Daoliu, you've secretly laid another clever trap."
Bibi Dong suddenly realized why the Venerable Ones of the Spirit Hall had been so frequently traveling to the Ghost-Faced Pig Mountain Range all these years—it was all because of this kid.
"Your Holiness! If you don't want to hand over those three spirit bones to Shrek Academy," "
then I will represent the Spirit Hall in tomorrow's finals."
Before Bibi Dong could react, Chen Changfeng continued, "Furthermore, what your Papal Palace cannot do, the Venerable Ones of the Spirit Hall will do; what the Papal Palace cannot kill, the Venerable Ones will kill! Purge all enemies of the Spirit Hall—that is the duty of the Judgment Elders!"
Bibi Dong: "You're being presumptuous!"
"Presumptuous?"
Chen Changfeng raised an eyebrow. "This matter concerns the entire Spirit Hall. I'm just informing you, not discussing it with you."
(End of Chapter)