I'm Not Negotiating with You, Bibi Dong

Papal Palace. Council Chamber.

Pope Bibi Dong sat upright in the seat of honor, with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo seated beside her. Standing before them were the seven team members representing Spirit Hall Academy.

Xie Yue, Yan, and Hu Liena stood at the front, while Xu Yu and the others stood behind them.

"Do you all understand what I just said?" Bibi Dong asked calmly.

"We understand, Your Holiness the Pope." Despite being Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, the three of them answered with utmost respect.

Bibi Dong said coldly, "Tang San used his Artifact Soul True Body today, so he certainly won't be able to use it again tomorrow. He has Twin Martial Souls. If he forcibly uses it again, even if he doesn't die, he will no longer pose a threat to us. Therefore, you need not worry about that. You only need to watch out for their Seven-in-One Fusion Technique. Destroy it according to the tactics I just described. In a contest of true strength, they cannot possibly be your opponents."

"Yes."

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei's somewhat deep voice rang out from beside the Pope. "You should know what this match means. It is not merely an opportunity for you to make a name for yourselves; it also determines the ownership of the three soul bones. Spirit Hall is the organizer. If you truly lose, there will be no way to take back those three soul bones. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and so many advanced Soul Master Academies are watching. These are your rewards, but they are also pressure upon you. If you lose, I will throw all of you into the Lost Grand Canyon for three years of training."

At the words "Lost Grand Canyon," Xie Yue and the other six nearly shuddered at the same time, their gazes immediately becoming even more resolute. In that hellish place, perhaps only ghosts could survive. Three years there, and they truly might become ghosts.

"Enough. Go rest." Bibi Dong waved her hand, signaling that Xie Yue and the other seven could leave.

"Spirit Hall won't win the championship by relying on them!"

Just then, a cool voice came from outside the Papal Palace.

Everyone was startled upon hearing it.

Bibi Dong frowned even more deeply.

"Who is it?!"

Yue Guan's furious, genderless shout rang out. "Who dares barge into the Papal Palace without being summoned?!"

Everyone turned toward the source of the voice.

It was actually a young man in his twenties, about the same age as Hu Liena and the others.

The young man had sword-like brows and starry eyes, a face as fair as jade, and an imposing heroic air. He was like a cool breeze blowing into the hall, refreshing everyone's senses.

Who was he?!

How could he enter the Papal Palace so freely? Why had the guards outside not stopped him?

Chen Changfeng walked into the Papal Palace with an icy expression. His aura was restrained, making it impossible to discern his cultivation.

He directly ignored Pope Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

Chen Changfeng's gaze fell directly upon Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. "The finals of the Elite Tournament concern Spirit Hall's reputation. You should know that if you lose the finals, Spirit Hall will lose far more than just three soul bones. Therefore, for Spirit Hall's honor, I will join the Spirit Academy team and claim the crown of this Soul Master Tournament."

Upon hearing this—

Hu Liena's expression abruptly tightened.

No one had ever dared question the strength of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation. Especially among their peers, they were the prodigies of this era. That was the confidence they possessed without question.

"How presumptuous!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan flew into a rage without another word. A palm strike shot toward Chen Changfeng with no regard for reason. "Anyone who barges into Spirit Hall commits a grave crime! State your identity at once!"

Yue Guan's sudden attack made Chen Changfeng frown.

He was far too eager to prove himself.

The failure of his mission to intercept and kill Tang San midway had made him desperate to perform well before Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong frowned, the Pope's Scepter in her right hand moving slightly. She had been about to stop Yue Guan, but halted at the last moment.

She was no fool. Naturally, she knew that anyone able to enter the Papal Palace so openly must have someone backing them. Under normal circumstances, Bibi Dong should have stopped Yue Guan from acting rashly. But that would put her at a disadvantage. It was more direct to use Yue Guan to probe him instead.

"Hmph!"

Facing Yue Guan's barehanded attack, Chen Changfeng snorted coldly. "A piece of trash who couldn't even kill a Soul Ancestor. All you know is how to throw your weight around at home, is that it?"

The next second—

An incomparably powerful force burst forth.

Under everyone's incredulous gazes, a muffled bang sounded. Chen Changfeng remained completely unharmed, while Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan was actually sent flying back by the rebound, stumbling backward several steps before managing to steady himself.

So strong!!!

Not only Yue Guan, who had been knocked back, but even Bibi Dong felt her heart tighten.

Although Yue Guan had not used Soul Power, he had been forced back by sheer force alone—a Titled Douluo.

What kind of concept was that?!

A Titled Douluo?

"You're courting death!"

Yue Guan flew into a rage. Vast Soul Power erupted instantly, filling the entire Papal Palace in moments. The powerful pressure of a Titled Douluo surged toward Chen Changfeng like a raging river.

These past few days, Yue Guan had already been unable to hold his head high before the Pope because he and the old ghost had failed their mission to kill Tang San.

You did not slap someone in the face, nor did you expose their shortcomings.

That young man had not only made him suffer a loss without warning, but had also slapped him across the face again and again.

Not even a ghost could endure that!

"Yue Guan!"

Bibi Dong sprang to her feet from the throne, intending to stop the enraged Yue Guan at the right moment.

But in the next second, her pupils contracted sharply.

Yue Guan's surging Titled Douluo pressure was forcibly split apart when it came within a meter of the young man, then rushed out of the Papal Palace in a V-shape.

How was this possible?!

"Who exactly are you?!" Bibi Dong cried out in shock.

Chen Changfeng smiled faintly.

With ease, he endured Yue Guan's pressure and reached into his robes, taking out a token.

It was unmistakably Spirit Hall's Elder Token. "Worship Hall. Chen Changfeng."

That was the Elder Judgment Token!

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted, her face filled with disbelief. "Wait, what did you just say your name was? Chen... Changfeng?"

"You are—"

"That boy from more than a decade ago! You didn't die!"

Bibi Dong was stunned.

Completely stunned.

She remembered that boy from back then—the boy who had awakened a scepter martial soul, the boy who had leveled the Ghost Face Pig Mountain Range with a bolt of heavenly lightning.

How was this possible?!

An Elder Token? A Judgment Elder?

Worship Hall! So he had not died back then. Qian Daoliu had taken him to the Worship Hall!

Damn it!

For all these years, she had not noticed a thing!

Qian Daoliu, you truly had hidden another excellent piece on the board.

Bibi Dong instantly understood. Only then did she realize why the Worship Hall's consecrates had so frequently traveled to the Ghost Face Pig Mountain Range over the years. It was because of this brat.

"Your Holiness the Pope! If you do not wish to hand those three soul bones over to Shrek Academy—"

"Then I will represent Spirit Hall in tomorrow's finals."

Before Bibi Dong could react, Chen Changfeng continued, "And one more thing: what your Papal Palace cannot do, the Worship Hall will do. Those your Papal Palace cannot kill, the Worship Hall will kill! Purging all enemies of Spirit Hall—that is the duty of a Judgment Elder!"

Bibi Dong said, "How presumptuous!"

"Presumptuous?"

Chen Changfeng raised an eyebrow. "This concerns Spirit Hall as a whole. I merely came to inform you. I am not negotiating with you."