Douluo Continent's most prosperous city—Spirit City.
It had been some time since Tang Hao had personally come to Spirit Hall to provoke them.
Today, at Spirit Mountain in the center of Spirit City, stood the holy land of Spirit Masters that all the Spirit Masters across the continent fucking yearned for.
Spirit Hall was divided into two factions: Spirit Hall itself, and the Elder Hall, also known as the Worship Hall. To become an elder of Spirit Hall, one's Soul Power Level had to be above Level 95. Without reaching that level, one simply was not qualified to enter the Elder Hall.
And after entering the Elder Hall, unless there was some major matter, one had to oppose Bibi Dong.
At this moment, an old man dressed plainly, whose appearance was not particularly aged, stood nearly two meters tall. He stormed from the Elder Hall into the Papal Hall.
Though dressed simply, he carried an air of sanctity.
He was Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of Spirit Hall's Elder Hall, a Ninety-ninth Rank Limit Douluo.
After coming out of seclusion today, he had heard that Tang Hao had caused all sorts of trouble in the skies above Spirit City. He had even injured Golden Crocodile Douluo.
That was fucking bad enough, but when Tang Hao fled, Bibi Dong had actually shown no intention of stopping him.
How could Qian Daoliu not be furious?
"Oh? Grand Elder, what brings you to my Papal Hall today? Would you like some tea?" Bibi Dong gave the subordinates who had come to report their work a look, signaling them to leave at once.
Having caught Bibi Dong's meaning, the subordinates knew this was not a place for them to remain. "Your Holiness, we take our leave." With that, they departed.
Only Bibi Dong and