At those words, the gathered geniuses below the stage instantly widened their eyes. Their once-steady breathing abruptly quickened, their cheeks flushed crimson, and their hearts pounded so hard they felt as if they might leap out of their chests.
The Pope was the supreme ruler of Martial Soul Hall, a position held throughout the generations only by a Title Douluo. To receive a personal audience with the Pope—what an honor that was, and the dream of countless Spirit Masters across the continent.
Seeing the reaction of the geniuses below, Cang Wu nodded in satisfaction, then said slowly, "That's how it is. Hurry and form up. Follow me to Pope Palace on Holy Mountain."
"Don't keep His Holiness waiting."
Hearing Cang Wu's words, the geniuses consciously lined up neatly. A moment later, Cang Wu led them out of Martial Soul Hall Academy and headed toward Holy Mountain.
They did not use carriages or any other means of transport, but went there directly on foot. When the guards at the foot of Holy Mountain saw Cang Wu bringing such a large group over, they did not stop them or ask any questions.
After all, Cang Wu was a Hall Guard Douluo of Pope Palace. His every word and action, every move he made, could represent the will of Pope Qian Xunji.
This was Qin Ming's third time coming to Holy Mountain, while most of the other students were setting foot on Holy Mountain's steps for the first time. Because of that, most of them looked around curiously.
Qin Ming and the other geniuses climbed the steps one by one. After roughly half an hour, a magnificent complex of buildings appeared before everyone's eyes. It was precisely the main architectural complex of Pope Palace.
The closer they got to Pope Palace, the more