Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan Was Thoroughly Terrified

Platinum Bishop Salas dared not delay and told the elder in front of him everything that had happened, as well as all about Lin Yuan.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression changed instantly. He immediately put down the chrysanthemum in his hand, stood up, and said in a cracking voice, "What did you just say? Titled Douluo in his twenties? How is that possible?!"

Salas, sweating profusely, said, "I dare not lie to the elder, this is indeed the truth... This guy has been staying in the Back Mountain the Heaven Dou Royal Academy for many years... He has already broken through to the Titled Douluo realm at a young age, and even possesses a rare Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring."

Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo's expression became even more agitated. He paced back and forth, looking tense, and muttered to himself, "Titled Douluo in his twenties, and he even possesses Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring! Damn it, why didn't you say so earlier?!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo angrily grabbed the latter by the neck and scolded, "Do you know what this means?"

Salas was also quite frightened and hurriedly replied, "Elder, I've already investigated this matter, but no one knows his exact strength. I've only heard that he possesses Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring..."

"You piece of trash!"

No sooner had Salas finished speaking than Chrysanthemum Douluo kicked Salas in the stomach. Salas couldn't react in time and was sent flying backward, crashing into the throne in the distance.

Despite the intense pain, Salas's mouth was wide open, as if he were saying something, but ultimately he did not convey his words to Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo recalled everything that had happened. If he hadn't run fast, he would probably have died at Lin Yuan's hands. He immediately glared with his copper bell-like eyes and said in an extremely sharp voice, "Salas, do you know that I almost died at this guy's hands?!"

Salas suddenly raised his head, "I... I don't know... ah..."

Yue Guan was also furious. If he had known that the other party's strength had reached the level of Level 96 Title Douluo, he would never have been able to fight against him.

If I hadn't run fast, I would have been a skeleton in a grave by now.

Damn Salas!

Calming herself down, Yue Guan picked up the fallen chrysanthemum, took a greedy breath, and said calmly, "Why don't you report this to His Holiness the Pope?"

Salas immediately knelt on the ground and replied, "I also wish to report this to His Holiness the Pope, but... I am not yet certain of the opponent's exact strength, and I dare not rashly report it..."

The Spirit Hall is heavily guarded and emphasizes rules. If I were to report this, I might offend His Holiness the Pope. At that point, not only would I be a bishop of the Spirit Hall be in danger, but my very survival would be in serious question.

Therefore, Salas did not dare to do so, but instead investigated secretly. If the opportunity arose, he might be able to inform the Pope about this matter.

Who would have thought that Chrysanthemum Elder would suddenly visit this place?

Yue Guan said calmly, "Salas, I will settle this score with you later. Are you sure the other party possesses Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring?"

During the battle just now, Lin Yuan did not reveal his Soul Ring Configuration, so Yue Guan naturally did not know what his opponent's Soul Ring Configuration was like.

Salas's explanation could be heard. A strange, ominous premonition arose in Yue Guan.

If that's really the case, then this matter is probably a bit too big.

A person who breaks through to the Titled Douluo realm in his twenties and possesses Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring, and is still so young, will surely threaten the Spirit Hall's position in the future. Such a person should either be recruited by the Spirit Hall or killed to prevent future troubles!

Salas cautiously raised his head and asked, "Chrysanthemum Elder, why don't we take advantage of the situation and eliminate him before he can react?"

"Destroy my ass!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo wished he could slap this guy to death right now, and said irritably, "That's a powerhouse above Level 95. I have to report this matter to Her His Holiness the Pope so she can make a decision."

Yue Guan wasn't stupid; he naturally knew that the other party's ability to break through to the Titled Douluo realm at the age of twenty-something meant that their strength was not to be underestimated, and that if he went there, he would surely die.

It would be better to request support in advance; that way, you'd be much safer.

Salas curled his lip; this guy really was a coward. "Remember, I was not here today."

"Yes, ma'am."

As Salas bowed in greeting, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, one of the elders of the Spirit Hall, vanished from the spot.

This matter is of great importance, Yue Guan must return to Spirit City as soon as possible and report it to Her His Holiness the Pope so that she can make a decision.

If such a genius is left unchecked, he might become an even more terrifying existence than Tang Hao.

The next morning at dawn, the golden rooster crowed.

Inside the Heaven Dou Royal Academy.

Lin Yuan rested his chin on his hand, watching the disciples of the Yellow Battle Team diligently cultivating, and nodded with considerable satisfaction.

Judging from their current training progress, it won't be long before their strength is greatly improved.

With three months to go before the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, Lin Yuan is striving to help them all reach the Soul King realm within this timeframe.

Ye Lingling has now broken through to level 55 Soul King.

The other students have all reached the level of Soul Ancestor level 47), which is comparable to the strength of the teams that were guaranteed admission in the Grand Finals the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament.

Osler wiped the sweat from his face and said, panting, "I'm exhausted. If I had known it would be this tiring, I should have gone back to rest earlier."

Yufeng shrugged and said with a smile, "You want to go back and rest too? We guys have been training for days, and you're the only one who's taking the time to go home."

Under the guidance of Azure Dragon Consultation, the disciples of the Imperial Fighting Team underwent unimaginable tempering; otherwise, they could not have become Soul Ancestor level experts.

Given their current talent, breaking through to the Soul Ancestor realm in the future All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament would be more than enough.

However, without Azure Dragon Consultation's help, reaching level 47 Soul Ancestor so quickly would be an impossible task.

After all, the speed of Soul Master gradually slows down as they progress, and each level up becomes extremely difficult, especially after reaching the Soul King, where the advancement becomes as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Ye Lingling wiped the sweat from her cheeks, smiled, and approached Lin Yuan. She took his arm and said with a gentle smile, "Teacher, can we go back and rest today?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the time, then looked at the members of the Imperial Fighting Team and slowly said, "Train for another two hours. After that, I'll take you to a tavern to relax."