Spirit Hall Agreed to Attack the Black Dragon Sect on a Chosen Day

The Limit Douluo, whose might had shaken the world for a century, strode into the Pope Hall with the gait of a dragon and the steps of a tiger.

Then he fixed his gaze on Qian Xunji and spoke with surprising courtesy. "Nephew Qian, where's your father?"

His polite words left Qian Xunji momentarily stunned.

That old bastard Tang Chen had always been unruly and defiant. How could he speak so courteously?

But Qian Xunji had no time to dwell on it. He cupped his hands and said, "Uncle Tang, my father is still recovering from his injuries and cannot receive visitors. If there's anything you need, you can tell me."

"Is that so?"

Tang Chen rubbed his chin, seemingly weighing something.

Then he made up his mind. "In that case, I shall speak with His Holiness the Pope."

His expression turned solemn, and he spoke slowly and clearly. "May I ask what Your Holiness thinks of the recent Whale Rubber affair?

And... with the Black Dragon Sect and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect monopolizing Whale Rubber like this, what does Spirit Hall intend to do?"

At those words, all the Spirit Hall elders present were taken aback and turned to look at the Pope.

After all, the Whale Rubber affair could be considered either a major matter or a minor one.

For any faction to continue developing, the growth of its younger generation was vital.

Now, everyone had discovered that Whale Rubber was enormously beneficial to Soul Masters.

It could improve their physical condition while also increasing the age of the Soul Rings they could absorb. The discovery was outrageous.

If a beginner Soul Master could absorb thousand-year Soul Rings for his first and second rings, his future Soul Power would benefit immensely, and his Soul Power Level could rise considerably as well.

Under those circumstances, a Soul Master with such talent could continue to crush his peers in the growth of his third and fourth Soul Rings, and even every Soul Ring thereafter.

Left to develop, that faction would grow incomparably powerful, each generation surpassing the last, until it outshone every other sect of the era and ruled the continent!

Qian Xunji pondered for a long while before finally forcing a few words through his teeth. "Of course Spirit Hall won't sit back and do nothing. But Black Dragon Mountain is at the height of its power right now. I'm afraid Spirit Hall alone can't suppress him."

Qian Xunji had made himself clear: he did not want to be the bird that stuck its head out, shouldering the greatest risk while everyone shared in the rewards.

Tang Chen, besides being a Level 99 Limit Douluo, had also once been the master of a sect.

He had built the Clear Sky Sect into the number one sect under heaven, so he naturally had sufficient resolve and foresight to understand what Qian Xunji meant.

He stated his position directly. "Your Holiness worries too much. My Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, the Fire Leopard Sect, the Black-Eyed Demon Sect, more than ten smaller sects, and the Heaven Dou Imperial Family are all ready. We're only waiting for Spirit Hall to take the lead."

As soon as he said this,

everyone present abruptly changed expression.

It had to be His Excellency Haotian!

His foresight was on another level; he had already gathered so many forces.

Then what were they waiting for? They should agree at once.

Yes, exactly! Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, standing to the side, also looked at the Pope with great anticipation.

Everyone hoped His Holiness the Pope would agree.

After all, this concerned Spirit Hall's future and the allocation of resources for the children in the years to come.

Qian Xunji fell silent.

He had not expected the Clear Sky Sect and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon to have gathered so many sects, or even to have dragged the Heaven Dou Imperial Family into it.

Qian Xunji badly wanted to agree, but he knew that if Spirit Hall stuck its neck out, it would bear the first barrage from the Black Dragon Sect.

He was unsure whether Spirit Hall currently had the strength for it. After all, his father's tragedy back then was still vivid in his mind!

Seeing that Qian Xunji had not answered for a long time, Tang Chen understood that he had reservations.

He folded his arms across his chest and snorted. "Does Your Holiness have some concern? Why not let the Former Pope speak with me?"

As those words fell, Tang Chen unleashed his presence.

His Soul Power was vast, and his presence was as heavy as a mountain.

The expressions of the Titled Douluo all changed.

Above the Titled Douluo level, each level was a mountain unto itself, and the gap in strength was enormous.

Naturally, Tang Chen's release of such a powerful presence made everyone uncomfortable.

But wasn't this presence a little too frightening?

Back then, even the Former Pope's presence did not seem this strong, did it?!

At the mention of Tang Hao, one person naturally came to mind: Qian Daoliu.

The two had been both enemies and friends, competing for their entire lives, from their early teens until they became Level 98 Super Douluo, honing each other as they advanced.

Whenever the matter came up, there was no one in Spirit Hall or the Clear Sky Sect who did not envy them for having such a friend.

The Spirit Hall elders were all Titled Douluo, and every one of them was very familiar with the Former Pope's presence.

But now, something seemed off about His Excellency Haotian's presence!

It was too strong. Some of the older men were already frowning deeply.

An answer seemed to have formed in their minds!

They suspected that Tang Hao had become a legendary Level 99 Limit Douluo!

And at that moment, Qian Daoliu, who was bearing the brunt of that presence, felt pressure as great as a mountain.

He gritted his teeth and held on, harboring the same suspicion, but he could no longer speak.

"Tang Hao, come in."

A deep, resonant voice suddenly came from a side hall of the Pope Hall. It was Qian Daoliu.

At those words, Tang Hao chuckled. "You old bastard, you're finally willing to see me."

He dashed out of the Pope Hall to find his old friend.

After winding through several turns, Tang Chen soon reached the side hall and the room where Qian Daoliu was staying.

After a century of recovery, Qian Daoliu's condition had finally improved somewhat.

But now he revealed a trace of sorrow.

For he had confirmed one thing, a sorrowful thing.

Tang Chen had become a Limit Douluo before him!

"Well? Old Qian, you can't match me now, can you?"

Tang Chen spoke with a grin. The two had competed for a century and knew each other like the worms in each other's bellies; they only needed to exchange a glance to guess most of what the other was thinking.

"Yes, I really can't match you anymore."

Qian Daoliu sighed mournfully and accepted his fate.

Now it was Tang Chen's turn to be unhappy.

His laughter stopped abruptly, and he could no longer bring himself to laugh.

He even began comforting his old friend, pacing the hall as he said, "Don't be sad. If it weren't for what happened back then, perhaps we'd both have become Limit Douluo by now."

"All right, all right, you old bastard, spare me that empty talk. Tell me, what are you planning this time?"

Qian Daoliu waved a hand, cutting off Tang Chen's consolation and turning to the matter at hand.

Although he spent his days recuperating, he still knew something of the continent's affairs.

"Since you put it that way, Brother Qian, I'll tell you the truth. This move to pressure Black Dragon Mountain must be carried out.

Your Spirit Hall has spent a long time building goodwill among the people and has a good reputation. No one could be better suited to take the lead." When Tang Chen finished speaking, Qian Daoliu shot him a glance.

Building goodwill meant awakening Martial Souls for ordinary people free of charge.

That was something Spirit Hall lost money on year after year, and now Tang Chen wanted to make use of it just like that?

"Go on," Qian Daoliu said coolly, thinking, You'd better give me a good reason, you brat.

Tang Chen continued rambling. "I know what concerns you, Brother Qian. That Tuo Ba Yun is extremely powerful. That boy Xunji and the other consecrators can't stop him.

But don't worry. If Tuo Ba Yun makes a move this time, I'll be the first to die!"

At that, how could Qian Daoliu not understand what Tang Chen meant?

The two men held out their right hands.

"Agreed?"

"Agreed!"

Then the two settled the details.

Not long afterward, Qian Xunji knelt in the side hall, nodding repeatedly as he listened to his father's instructions.