Qian Xunji was so furious he was about to explode on the spot. His eyes narrowed, and a heavy, oppressive presence seeped from him. His breathing grew much more rapid, and his chest heaved like a long-dormant volcano on the verge of eruption. White steam poured from both his ears.
But to maintain the dignified image of the Pope, he still looked lofty and sacred on the outside. Inside, he was nearly bursting with rage.
This man had called him "my dear nephew," and he was close to losing control.
This was the second time the man had gotten right in his face and laid into him.
The Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo watched from the side, dumbfounded. Even though they had already imagined Xu Feng to be extremely arrogant, hearing him call His Holiness the Pope "my dear nephew" still left them shocked beyond measure. They truly wanted to pry open Xu Feng's head and see what was inside, for him to toy with His Holiness the Pope like this.
This scene might one day become an embarrassing chapter in His Holiness the Pope's past.
Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo were also standing there in a daze. They might as well have lived their lives in vain; this was the first time they had seen such a rogue who refused to play by the rules.
A trace of wariness appeared in Qian Daoliu's eyes as he looked at Xu Feng. In his experience, people like this were the hardest to deal with. A rogue was nothing to fear, but a rogue with strength was another matter.
"Who are you calling your dear nephew?" Pope Qian Xunji asked through gritted teeth.
"I'm calling you that, my dear nephew," Xu Feng said without the slightest hesitation.
"You!" Qian Xunji's state of mind was usually as calm as a still lake, and even the grandest occasions could not stir the slightest ripple. But now his composure shattered.
In the original timeline, on the sky screen.
"Hahaha, he called Spirit Hall's Great Enshrined Old Qian? And he called the previous Pope his dear nephew? How did he come up with that?"
"Old Qian and dear nephew—those five characters killed the match outright!"
"In front of Xu Feng, His Holiness the previous Pope looks like a greenhorn."
"His Holiness the previous Pope is the face of Spirit Hall. How can he be humiliated to his face like this? This man is far too presumptuous!"
"So what? He'll just have to take it."
"What faction are you a Soul Master from? If you've got guts, let's have it out under the sky screen."
"Did you see the expressions on the Great Enshrined's and Golden Crocodile Douluo's faces? It was hilarious. Xu Feng had them completely at a loss."
"Will His Holiness the Pope have to call Xu Feng 'uncle' when he sees him from now on? Just imagining it is funny."
"..."
At Shrek Academy, a hint of mockery appeared on Yu Xiaogang's face. He still did not believe that this man was a Level 99 Limit Douluo at such a young age. He had already declared that he would eat if the man turned out to be a Limit Douluo. He said on the sky screen, "Martial Soul Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang: My theory cannot be wrong. Experience and numerical values will guide me to the truth. Just wait and see. Lies will be exposed sooner or later. The more arrogant this man is now, the more miserable he will be later."
He believed that once Spirit Hall saw through Xu Feng's crude trick, they would surely slap him to pieces!
"Teacher is right." A barely perceptible trace of jealousy showed in Tang San's eyes as he looked at Xu Feng on the sky screen. He was a transmigrator, and he had only just gotten started by relying on Tang Sect techniques and Hidden Weapons. How could a native be more awesome than him?
Why?
On this continent, he would never allow anyone to be more awesome than him.
In the Heaven Dou Empire's imperial palace, when Qian Renxue saw Xu Feng call her grandfather Old Qian and her father his dear nephew, she couldn't hold it in and burst out laughing. It was really hard to keep a straight face, all right?
"No, no, that's my grandfather and father. How could I be so heartless as to laugh? This man is being disrespectful to them," Qian Renxue said, struggling to hold back her laughter while her conscience reproached her.
At Spirit Hall, a trace of satisfaction showed on Bibi Dong's face. It was as though some of the pain she had suppressed inside had been released, and her gaze softened considerably as she looked at Xu Feng.
"This man is rather interesting," she murmured. Earlier, when she saw Xu Feng descend upon Spirit Hall in an overwhelming display and seek a marriage alliance with her younger self, she had immediately put him in the same category as Qian Xunji. Both relied on brute strength to take women by force, no different from beasts. But now that she had seen Xu Feng vent her pent-up anger for her, her attitude had changed a little without her realizing it.
"He's a tiny bit better than Qian Xunji, but he's still a beast and a scoundrel," Bibi Dong said coldly. A trace of desolation passed through her eyes. She felt sorry for herself, and for her younger self in the other timeline. Though they were in different timelines, neither controlled her own fate; both were treated as playthings by others. That was why she had kept growing stronger. Only with strength could she protect herself!
On Sea God Island, Bo Saixi nearly covered her face after seeing Xu Feng's performance on the sky screen. It was too embarrassing.
Although Xu Feng did not come from the Sea God Island of her own timeline, Bo Saixi still felt embarrassed. "How did the Sea God Island in the other timeline raise such a troublemaking fiend?"
The Seven Sacred Pillars were also at a loss. They had not expected Xu Feng to stir up so much trouble.
"Do you think Xu Feng acting so arrogantly and high-handedly might affect the impression the factions in our timeline have of Sea God Island?" Sea Dragon Douluo suddenly asked. The rest of the Seven Sacred Pillars looked at one another.
If the many factions in this timeline also thought that was how Sea God Island conducted itself, they would be done for.
Bo Saixi's expression froze, and she silently prayed to the Sea God not to let Sea God Island leave people with a fixed impression.
The view returned to Xu Feng's timeline.
High above Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu pressed a hand to Qian Xunji's shoulder and sent strands of pure Soul Power into him. Qian Xunji's head cleared considerably, and the anger in his heart dissipated.
Qian Daoliu was sizing up Xu Feng. He was handsome and imposing, with an ethereal bearing, and he had become a Level 99 Limit Douluo at such a young age. Whether in looks, talent, or strength, he was among the best, with almost no flaws to be found.
No, he did have a flaw: he was a little too inclined to play by his own rules.
But in Qian Daoliu's eyes, that was not a flaw at all, but an advantage. He was old and shrewd, and naturally understood that acting this way allowed one to break free of convention and shatter constraints. His future achievements would be limitless, far better than Qian Xunji, who always followed the rules.
Sometimes, one simply had to dare to break the deadlock!
The more he looked, the more satisfied he became. Xu Feng's looks, talent, and temperament were all perfect. Perhaps... I really could consider a marriage alliance? he thought. That girl Dong'er would be marrying above her station.
Once the idea of a marriage alliance took root, Qian Daoliu grew more excited the more he thought about it. Our Spirit Hall has the Angel Godhood to pass down, which could help Ji'er become a god in the future. With this boy's talent, perhaps he could also make a bid for another godhood someday, and he would have a great chance of becoming a god. If everything goes smoothly, two gods will be born under my watch!
Did people understand the sheer value of having two gods in one family?
This was in the bag, absolutely in the bag. It could work!
Spirit Hall's future would surely be glorious beyond compare, destined to reign supreme over an entire era.
The future looked bright!