Spirit Hall Makes Its Move!

Tang San's eyes gradually regained a trace of clarity as he listened to his teacher's words.

Seeing that his words had worked, Yu Xiaogang secretly let out a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to speak again, an unexpected remark completely destroyed the tiny bit of progress he had painstakingly made.

"Tang San? You should step aside. I'm about to get started."

"You!!!"

"Pfft!"

Qin Shiyuan's teasing remark made Tang San completely lose his composure. He spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Go to hell!!!"

He roared, but before he could make a move, a tremendous force struck the back of his neck. His vision went black, and he collapsed to the ground.

"Heh, your reaction was pretty fast."

With a cold sneer, Qin Shiyuan looked at Yu Xiaogang, who had ordered Dugu Bo to knock Tang San out.

"Don't worry. I don't want to kill him yet. Even if he had come over just now, I would've only taught him a lesson."

"Hmph! Stop pretending to be kind! You killed my student. One day, I'll make you pay for it in blood!"

Yu Xiaogang snorted coldly. His words were forceful, but a concealed trace of fear lay hidden in his eyes.

"Oh? You? Hahahaha!"

Qin Shiyuan burst into laughter, making no attempt to hide the mockery in his voice.

"What do you have to rely on? That Martial Soul of yours that can only fart? That worthless disciple of yours? Or... those two women of yours?"

"What did you say?! Two... how do you know?!"

Yu Xiaogang immediately panicked. He looked at Qin Shiyuan in disbelief and asked anxiously.

"Hahaha, don't be so nervous. Maybe I'm just talking nonsense?"

"Don't worry. It'll be your turn soon enough."

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's reaction, Qin Shiyuan laughed even more happily. He made that cryptic remark, then ignored him.

In full view of everyone, he carried Xiao Wu's corpse in one hand and dragged a glaringly bright Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring to the center of the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Your Holiness the Pope, I'll begin now. Please keep me safe."

Qin Shiyuan sat down cross-legged, placed the corpse before him, and looked up at Bibi Dong with a bright, toothy grin.

Bibi Dong, on the other hand, no longer showed any strong reaction.

In response to his words, she merely nodded faintly.

"Rest assured, Tower Master Qin. With me here, no one will be able to disturb you."

Seeing Bibi Dong's expression, Qin Shiyuan curled his lips. He had his answer.

"Good. Then I'll begin."

With a wave of his hand, the seven longswords circling him returned to the Nine Abyss Sword Box one after another.

The Nine Abyss Sword Box closed and stood quietly at his side.

Drawn by a faint gray light, Xiao Wu's Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring slowly flew toward Qin Shiyuan.

As the Spirit Ring approached, he once again felt the unique pressure of a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.

Under that force, the bones throughout his body trembled faintly, producing a series of crackling sounds.

Soon, the red ring arrived above Qin Shiyuan's head.

After changing size several times, it slowly settled around the body of the Nine Abyss Sword Box.

As though welcoming a newcomer, his other seven Spirit Rings also revealed themselves amid the disturbance.

A scorching energy flooded into him wildly, and an intense wave of heat instantly rushed through his body.

In that instant, Qin Shiyuan felt as though his internal organs were burning. His body began to tremble violently.

Before long, a long-lost sensation of comfort spread throughout his entire body.

The next second, as he closed his eyes, his consciousness completely sank into that searing sea of spirit.

"Your Holiness the Pope, that brat has started. Should we..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo stood beside Bibi Dong. Looking at the utterly motionless Qin Shiyuan, a hint of killing intent flashed through his eyes.

"No rush. Wait a little longer."

There was not the slightest urgency on Bibi Dong's face. Instead, several traces of worry appeared between her brows.

"This man is definitely no fool. Yet he knows I may take action, so why does he still dare to refine the Spirit Ring so openly?"

"What other trump card does he have? Could it be that he truly believes a Titled Douluo with a somewhat strange ability can stop all seven of Spirit Hall's people?"

"Something's wrong... something's wrong..."

"Your Holiness the Pope, act now. If we wait any longer, it'll be too late."

Before Bibi Dong could think further, a voice beside her interrupted her thoughts.

Seeing that Qin Shiyuan's Spirit Ring was gradually showing signs of being refined, Spirit Hall's six elders had already grown impatient.

Bibi Dong sighed inwardly. The arrow was on the bowstring; it had to be fired. She no longer had time to think.

Though that was what she thought, her gaze was exceptionally firm, and there was not the slightest hesitation in her voice as she gave the order.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, you will stop that Can Meng Douluo."

"His Martial Soul is far too strange. If necessary, you may directly use that move."

"Use the Martial Soul Fusion Skill?"

Upon hearing Bibi Dong's words, Guan Yue and Gui Mei exchanged glances, inwardly startled.

They could both sense how highly their Pope regarded this Titled Douluo. Daring not to hesitate, they hurriedly answered respectfully.

"Yes!"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes, swept her gaze over the other three, and said in a low voice.

"Begin."

Bibi Dong remained utterly composed, as though she were merely announcing something perfectly ordinary.

"Thud!"

She lightly struck the ground with her scepter, as though it were some kind of signal.

The instant the sound rang out, three mysterious figures clad in black robes appeared in the Soul Fighting Arena like ghosts.

After throwing several small spheres at their feet, they flashed forward and charged straight toward Qin Shiyuan and Shi Nian in the center.

"Not good! Assassins!"

The sudden scene made many people cry out in alarm, and they could not help but worry for Qin Shiyuan.

They had never tried absorbing a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, but even a Ten Thousand Year Spirit Ring was already extraordinarily difficult to absorb.

One could only imagine how disastrous the consequences would be if Qin Shiyuan were disturbed now.

"Get lost!"

Yet Shi Nian, who stood guard nearby, remained cold and indifferent.

With only an angry shout infused with Soul Power, all three charging figures froze at once.

Immediately afterward, three identical sets of Eight Rings rose into the air above the Soul Fighting Arena.

"Just Soul Douluo? Boring."

Shi Nian curled his lip. Just as he was about to strike and deal with the three men, he discovered that a thick fog had somehow enveloped the surroundings.

Even after this unusual fog was blown away, it surged back at an astonishing speed.

Moreover, it could greatly affect a Soul Master's vision.

Especially around the central area where Qin Shiyuan sat, where only a vague outline could now be seen from outside.

Still, this little fog could at most obstruct one's sight. It certainly could not block a Titled Douluo's perception.

"Couldn't hold yourselves back so soon? It seems Master overestimated Spirit Hall after all."

Shi Nian shook his head disdainfully and casually sent out three bursts of spiritual power.

In an instant, the three Eight Rings black-robed figures stiffened. Several breaths later, they fell to the ground and went completely silent.

Just as he was about to head toward Qin Shiyuan's position, two auras countless times stronger than the previous ones locked onto him again.

"Two Peak Douluo... Bibi Dong's two attendants?"

Shi Nian first raised an eyebrow. After calculating the time in his mind, he bared his teeth in a mocking grin.

"Forget it. It's about time for what Master said anyway. If I delay them a little longer, whether I make it over there won't matter."

"For the remaining time, I'll slowly play with these two..."