Eight Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings, Shocking the Entire Audience

The moment those words fell, nearly everyone was so shocked their scalps went numb.

He did not even regard the Pope with any respect?

Just who was this kid?

Duty?

What duty could possibly outweigh the Pope of Spirit Hall?

What duty?

Naturally, it was the duty of a Judgment Elder of the Worship Hall. Other than figures at the level of Spirit Hall elders and above, outsiders naturally knew nothing about it.

Chen Changfeng's actions also made Qian Renxue, standing on the high platform, tremble inwardly.

Although she did not know why Bibi Dong was protecting Yu Xiaogang, Qian Renxue was even more worried that Chen Changfeng would attack Bibi Dong. She understood Chen Changfeng's temperament. He never said things merely for show. If anyone dared do something detrimental to Spirit Hall, not even the Pope of Spirit Hall would be an exception.

"How presumptuous!"

Bibi Dong's expression swiftly turned cold. "He holds a Spirit Hall Elder Token. Are you going to kill even an elder?"

Beneath her icy words, Chen Changfeng's gaze grew even colder.

He remained unmoved.

He raised the Destruction Scepter and pointed it diagonally at Bibi Dong. "You'd better not force me."

Bibi Dong said, "You—"

"What about me? You'd better stop deceiving yourself!"

Chen Changfeng gripped the Destruction Scepter ever tighter as faint Destruction Power surged forth once again. "As the Pope, you should know that the Elder Token in Yu Xiaogang's hand is merely one of the Pope's Edicts the former Pope bestowed upon the Upper Three Sects. And the one in his hand happens to be the one representing the Clear Sky Sect!"

"More than ten years ago, Tang Hao gravely injured the former Pope, Qian Xunji, leading to his death."

"And the first thing you did after succeeding the Pope was abolish the Pope's Edict. The Pope's Edicts of the Upper Three Sects no longer carried the prestige of Spirit Hall elders!"

"What, are you protecting an outsider holding the Clear Sky Sect's Pope's Edict today?"

"Have you, the Pope of Spirit Hall, no shame at all?"

The moment those words fell.

Bibi Dong nearly exploded on the spot.

How was this kid merely participating in the Soul Master Tournament? Capturing a Hundred-Thousand-Year Shapeshifted Soul Beast was not enough—now he was openly undermining her authority as Pope before the major factions and academies.

But he was right. Back then, in order to win over the Hearts of People among Spirit Hall's elders, the first thing she had done upon taking office as Pope was indeed abolish the Pope's Edict.

After all, Bibi Dong knew very well that the former Pope, Qian Xunji, had not died at Tang Hao's hands.

And now, in a moment of impulse, she had protected Yu Xiaogang.

For the Pope of Spirit Hall to behave this way, she was indeed in the wrong.

Even if she was cursed at, she had no words of rebuttal.

But the Pope's dignity could not be insulted, especially before so many people. What could be endured, and what could not?

"Spirit Hall! You dare harm my son?"

Just as Bibi Dong was about to erupt, a deep voice suddenly rang out, as though it had exploded in the air. The voice was not loud, yet the dominance within it made everyone's bodies tremble involuntarily.

Upon hearing that voice, Tang San abruptly raised his head, his eyes filled with delighted light.

Meanwhile, Pope Bibi Dong, who stood in front of Yu Xiaogang, immediately turned solemn. She temporarily suppressed her urge to lash out at Chen Changfeng and sharply looked up into the sky.

At that moment.

A black figure silently appeared in midair, floating there quietly, as if he had always belonged there.

He was a middle-aged man who appeared to be around fifty. He was tall and broad, but his attire was truly dreadful.

He wore a tattered robe without even a patch on it, exposing the bronzed skin beneath. His originally decent features were covered in a waxy yellow pallor, and his eyes looked half-asleep. His hair was a disheveled mess like a bird's nest, while his beard had gone untended for who knew how many days.

At the sight of this person, Tang San, who had always been strong, seemed to collapse. Two difficult words slowly escaped his lips. "Dad... Dad..."

Yes, the man who had appeared out of thin air and hovered in the sky was none other than Tang San's father, Tang Hao.

Behind him floated an incomparably massive black hammer. With a flash of his figure, Tang Hao had already landed before the members of Shrek Academy.

"After beating the little one, the old one has come!"

"Tang Hao, you finally dared to show yourself?"

At that moment, a familiar yet icy voice rang out. Chen Changfeng faced Tang Hao coldly. "I thought you would keep hiding like a turtle."

"Hm?!"

Tang Hao paused slightly and turned his gaze toward Chen Changfeng. Such a young boy can face my pressure without changing expression?

Killing intent even burst from those deep, dark eyes.

Even Divine Slaughter's Domain responded unconsciously.

And how did he know I was coming?

Though puzzled, Tang Hao was Tang Hao after all. He soon smiled calmly. He possessed a unique bearing, a calmness as though even an army of thousands standing before him would not matter. "Kid, Bibi Dong hasn't spoken yet. Do you think you alone can stop me?"

As he spoke.

Soul rings slowly rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet one after another. They did not rise quickly, but with every Soul Ring that appeared, Tang Hao standing there became increasingly imposing.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

The nine Soul Rings that appeared on Tang Hao were identical to those on Pope Bibi Dong. His final Soul Ring was likewise a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring. Though their Soul Rings were the same, the aura Tang Hao revealed at this moment was something even Pope Bibi Dong could not compare to.

Grandmaster had always been proud, but as he looked at Tang Hao not far ahead of him, his eyes held only respect.

In the world of Soul Masters, Tang Hao was his sole idol. He had been in the past, and he still was now.

Daring to stand alone before the Papal Palace and challenge the entirety of Spirit Hall—what tremendous prestige was that?

Tang Hao's appearance alone had already been immensely shocking.

But no one expected Chen Changfeng's next words to make everyone present suck in a breath of cold air. An intense chill spread from their tailbones all the way to their necks.

"No, you misunderstand!"

Holding the Destruction Scepter, Chen Changfeng walked toward Tang Hao. With every step he took, a Soul Ring rose beneath his feet. "Today, you will not take away a single person. I'm not trying to stop you. I simply want to kill you."

Red, red, red, red, red, red, red, red.

Eight blood-red Soul Rings slowly rose beneath Chen Changfeng's feet. The immense pressure Tang Hao had unleashed was forcibly compressed back by the increasingly heavy, condensed aura emanating from Chen Changfeng.

Suffocation!

Absolute suffocation.

H-Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Rings!

And eight of them in a row! An eight-ring Soul Douluo!

That young man was defying the heavens!

Immediately afterward, cries of shock echoed throughout Spirit Plaza.

Even Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang, who prided himself on being unmatched in theory, nearly had his eyes pop out as he inwardly cried that it was impossible!

No white Soul Rings, no yellow Soul Rings, no purple Soul Rings.

There was not even a single ten-thousand-year black Soul Ring. Every one of them was a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring.

Although no one was willing to accept it, the facts were right before them. It could not be that everyone was hallucinating at the same time, could it?

Nearly everyone present was dazzled by that brilliant red light. When they saw the neatly arranged red Soul Rings, let alone Tang Hao—even Bibi Dong and Spirit Hall's elders felt their hearts shatter.

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