Biting Dogs Bark, Hu Liena Seriously Injured

The moment those words were spoken, the entire Papal Palace fell silent.

You could hear a pin drop.

What an arrogant fellow. He actually dared to openly defy His Holiness the Pope. Who had given him such audacity?

Especially the instant Chen Changfeng finished speaking, an incredibly powerful soul-annihilating aura burst from his body. The Destruction Aura was ferocious beyond measure.

Like a vast river, surging endlessly.

Under the suppression of that powerful aura, Hu Liena and the others, whose strength was weaker, began to tremble uncontrollably.

Even Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's eyes lit up at that moment.

What a powerful Destruction Aura! To possess such vast and majestic intent!

A Peak Douluo!

Could this young man before them be a Peak Douluo?

Impossible!

Never in the history of the Douluo Continent had such a young Titled Douluo appeared, let alone a Peak Douluo.

"Chen Changfeng! This is the Papal Palace!"

Forcing herself to withstand the pressure, Hu Liena realized this was an opportunity to curry favor with Bibi Dong. She did not recognize the Elder Judgment Token in Chen Changfeng's hand, so she immediately said, "Watch your status. Do you know who you are speaking to?"

"It is His Holiness the Pope, the master of Spirit Hall."

"How dare you offend my teacher like this? Who exactly is backing you?"

"Who do you think you are?!"

Hu Liena was one of Spirit Hall's geniuses known as the Golden Generation, and Bibi Dong was grooming her as the next Pope.

Thus, she possessed an innate sense of superiority in bearing.

At the same time, she placed great importance on Spirit Hall's honor. To her, anyone challenging Bibi Dong's status was no different from insulting her personally.

After all, she would one day become the master of Spirit Hall as well.

Naturally, she would not allow anyone beneath her to act so recklessly here. No one was exempt.

The instant Hu Liena spoke, Bibi Dong realized something was wrong, but it was already too late to stop her.

"Humph!"

Faced with Hu Liena's swaggering display, Chen Changfeng snorted coldly. A flash of purple light flickered through his eyes. "And what are you supposed to be?"

"Biting dogs bark first! You're nothing but a dog flaunting its master's power!"

"Not to mention that you are merely the Pope's disciple and not yet Spirit Hall's Holy Maiden. Even if you were, should you dare betray Spirit Hall in the future—"

"I would still kill you!"

Hu Liena said, "Ridiculous, you—"

The next second—

Before Hu Liena could finish speaking, she felt an overwhelming pressure crash down upon her.

"Mmgh—"

With a muffled groan, she opened her mouth and spat out blood. Under countless shocked gazes, Hu Liena flew backward like a kite with its string cut, only stopping after slamming straight into a pillar behind her.

Then, with a thud, she dropped to her knees in the middle of the hall.

All that remained was a crimson mist of blood drifting down from the air.

"Nana!"

Several cries rang out from Spirit Academy's Golden Generation. Xie Yue, Yan, Xu Yu, and the others almost instantly released their martial souls.

Brilliant colors from their soul rings filled the entire hall.

That youth had actually dared to attack Hu Liena directly, and in the Papal Palace, right before Bibi Dong.

They had merely been about to make a move.

Yet Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo had already acted at the very moment Chen Changfeng attacked.

Their figures flashed, and they appeared on Chen Changfeng's left and right. In an instant, golden and black Soul Power gathered in their palms as they struck at him from both sides.

"Humph!"

Faced with the sudden attack of two Titled Douluo, Chen Changfeng merely snorted.

Surging purple Soul Power instantly poured out from his body.

None of them released their martial souls. This was merely a clash of Soul Power, and they had no choice but to proceed this way unless they wished to destroy the Papal Palace.

Boom!

An invisible blast wave erupted.

Golden, black, and purple Soul Power suddenly exploded before Chen Changfeng.

The powerful airflow directly knocked the seven members of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation to the ground. This impact was simply beyond what they could withstand.

At the instant the Soul Power exploded—

Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's expressions changed simultaneously. In that fleeting moment, Chen Changfeng before them seemed to become illusory. Within their spiritual worlds, they saw a towering purple scepter that reached from heaven to earth.

It watched them like the might of the heavens.

They felt as though the moment that scepter released its pressure, it could destroy their spiritual worlds at any time.

That strike felt as though they had struck into an abyss. Not only had they failed to achieve the intended effect, but their Soul Power was also draining away wildly, like mud oxen sinking into the sea—as if it were being devoured.

That was impossible!

Even if they were merely competing in Soul Power, there was no way he could block the attack of two Titled Douluo.

Could his Soul Power truly be more abundant than both of theirs combined?

After all, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo were no ordinary Titled Douluo. They were level ninety-five Peak Douluo.

Was it an illusion?

Just then, a familiar sinister and icy aura suddenly surged into their spiritual worlds. Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo snapped back to their senses in a daze, withdrawing their palms and retreating.

When they looked at Chen Changfeng again, the ease from before was gone.

Their faces were instead filled with gravity.

Had it not been for His Holiness the Pope's spiritual interference just now, they might still have been suppressed by that irresistible sensation.

What was this youth's true strength?

And that martial soul—

What exactly was it?!

It had actually caused two Peak Douluo to fall simultaneously into a state resembling an illusion in an instant.

It was simply unheard of.

Had Chen Changfeng truly become a Peak Douluo?

In truth, no.

His Soul Power had remained at level eighty-one, Soul Douluo, for three years now. During those three years, it had not risen by a single level.

Although Chen Changfeng's Soul Power was stuck at level eighty-one, he possessed eight divine skills. Naturally, the depth of his Soul Power had risen accordingly. It could even be said that below a Limit Douluo, he was unmatched. Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo simply could not shake him.

Although he had a system and could grow stronger through destruction—

Over the past decade or so, he had destroyed every top power and top expert in the four kingdoms and the duchies. Yet ordinary soul masters and ordinary people could no longer satisfy the system's requirements for destruction. This was why Chen Changfeng had countless opportunities to kill Tang San over the years, yet had delayed acting. It was also his response to Qian Daoliu: Tang San deserved to die, but not yet.

From level eighty-one to Titled Douluo, the difficulty of every level was comparable to that of an ordinary soul master cultivating all the way to Titled Douluo.

That was why Chen Changfeng had returned.

Titled Douluo.

That was right. Only by destroying a Titled Douluo could he receive the system's rewards once more.

Thus, Chen Changfeng had set his sights on Tang Hao.

By killing Tang Hao before the entire world, he could increase his strength while also accelerating the progress of the entire Douluo Continent.

Only then could he achieve true destruction.

Tang Hao was merely the beginning, while Tang San was destined to become the end.

They said the Upper Three Sects were bound together by common cause. If killing Tang Hao caused turmoil, then so be it.

He would simply cleanse the land with divine skills.

Having lost the exchange, Yue Guan and Gui Mei were naturally unwilling to accept it.

"Enough!"

Just as tensions rose and the two Titled Douluo were about to attack again, Bibi Dong angrily slammed the Pope's Scepter against the ground. An invisible force of Soul Power forcibly separated everyone as she coldly shouted, "Stop!"

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