Martial Soul Divine Throne, Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter

Martial Soul Divine Throne, Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter!

"Boom--"

Qian Renyu sat down.

The golden-red light enveloping the Pope's Palace bloomed in its entirety.

The brilliant colors swept away much of the oppressive atmosphere within the Pope's Palace, replacing it with an incomparable solemnity.

And Qian Renyu, sitting upon the throne, looked like an otherworldly existence capable of passing Judgment upon all things in the world at this very moment.

Seated upon the throne suspended in mid-air, his majestic and indifferent face scrutinized the three people in the Pope's Palace: Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei.

Bibi Dong's heart trembled; she stared at Qian Renyu's current appearance in disbelief, her cold, beautiful eyes fixed intently on the Brilliant Golden Throne beneath him.

A miraculous throne-shaped Martial Soul—this was something she had never heard of in her entire life, and it was one that could rival the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, perhaps even surpassing it by a significant margin.

Possessing such a Martial Soul, one could only imagine just how powerful Qian Renyu truly was.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were also shaken to their cores.

Two pairs of horrified eyes focused on the Brilliant Golden Throne.

The surging power of the soul force rolling off the Brilliant Golden Throne was undeniable, even without seeing soul rings descending from Qian Renyu's body.

Yet, his strength as a Titled Douluo was absolutely beyond question.

The two of them were genuine Titled Douluos, and at this moment, under Qian Renyu's scrutiny, they felt an intense chill permeating their very bones.

Despite having stepped into the realm of Titled Douluo years ago, they now felt a sense of helplessness, as if they would be unable to resist if Qian Renyu were to make a move against them.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei could confirm that Qian Renyu had indeed stepped into the realm of Titled Douluo, and Bibi Dong, whose strength was far superior to theirs, understood this even more clearly.

She did not say a word, watching Qian Renyu's aggressive posturing with a cold, stern gaze, her inner emotions churning like a stormy sea.

But the thought of Qian Renyu forcing her to step down from the position of Pope caused the churning emotions in Bibi Dong's heart to turn ferocious and twisted.

Sitting in this position, she could accomplish so much more, and only by relying on this position could she truly succeed in achieving what she desired in her heart.

To let Qian Renyu take her position away—that was absolutely impossible!

Thinking of this, a ferocious look appeared on Bibi Dong's cold, beautiful face, and her breathing became more rapid.

In her slightly narrowed eyes, cold light darted back and forth.

"Qian Renyu dares to force me to abdicate right here in the Pope's Palace; could it be that Qian Daoliu has also tacitly approved of this?"

Bibi Dong pondered inwardly: "Qian Renyu has pushed things to this point, yet that old fellow Qian Daoliu has not appeared; it seems he really has tacitly approved of this matter."

"By not intervening directly, nor coming to discuss the succession of the Pope's position with me, he is likely waiting to see if Qian Renyu truly has the ability to force me down from this seat?!"

At this thought, the icy coldness in Bibi Dong's eyes began to erupt.

Suddenly, a dangerous luster surged in her gaze as she looked at Qian Renyu, and the phantom of her Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul flickered behind her.

Nine soul rings descended from above her head one after another.

The moment the ninth, hundred-thousand-year soul ring appeared, it seemed to vie for dominance against the throne Qian Renyu sat upon.

"Qian Renyu, if you want to force me to abdicate, then let me see if you truly have the capability!"

"If you lack the strength, then get out of here at once!!"

Bibi Dong took a step forward, slamming her Pope's Scepter hard against the ground, and her ninth hundred-thousand-year soul ring erupted with an even more brilliant red glow.

The aura of a Titled Douluo blanketed the Pope's Palace, overwhelming everything.

Under this terrifying pressure, the hearts of Yue Guan and Gui Mei rose to their throats, and cold sweat dripped down their foreheads.

Qian Renyu watched Bibi Dong indifferently, completely unbothered by the aura she was currently unleashing.

Like a king, he sat quietly on the Brilliant Golden Throne, his two hands resting gently on the lion carvings on either side of the throne.

Others might be intimidated by Bibi Dong's strength; a possessor of Twin Martial Souls who achieves the rank of Titled Douluo indeed has the ability to fight one against many.

But to him, Bibi Dong's aggression was nothing more than a joke.

The Divine Throne Martial Soul was his true Martial Soul.

For instance, the Brilliant Golden Throne he sat upon now was the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter, one of the six great Divine Thrones, which governed the Judgment and slaughter of the world.

Although the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter was not the strongest among the six, the Divine Throne of Eternity and Creation possessed the true posture of invincibility.

As his strength increased, he could freely switch between the six Divine Thrones according to the actual situation.

Currently, it was the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter; later, it could be the Divine Throne of Fear and Sorrow, or perhaps the Divine Throne of Protection and Mercy.

Even the Divine Throne of Eternity and Creation could be switched to once his strength reached a sufficient level, allowing him to become a god truly capable of creating all things in the world.

Among the six Divine Thrones, the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter ranked third, inferior to the second-ranked Divine Throne of Wisdom and Spirit, and also inferior to the first-ranked Divine Throne of Eternity and Creation.

But even so, it was absolutely not something that Bibi Dong's current Death Spider Emperor and Soul-Eater Spider Emperor Martial Souls could compare to.

Feeling the contempt radiating from Qian Renyu, Bibi Dong's willow-leaf brows arched sharply. Ignoring her image, she soared from the steps, charging directly toward Qian Renyu.

At the same time, the Pope's Scepter in her hand was covered in a brilliant red light; the plain-looking scepter transformed at this moment into the sharpest blade in the world.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei gasped in unison, watching as Bibi Dong truly threw caution to the wind and attacked Qian Renyu, their hearts, which had been hanging in their throats, nearly leaping out of their chests.

They couldn't help but retreat far back, not daring to have any thoughts of getting involved in the struggle between Bibi Dong and Qian Renyu.

At this very moment, whether it was Bibi Dong or Qian Renyu, both of them possessed the ability to easily slaughter the two of them completely.

Even though they were all Titled Douluo, there were still distinctions of strength among them; just like back then, when they were already Titled Douluo, they had been beaten half to death by Tang Hao, who had just become a Titled Douluo.

Qian Renyu did not care about the reactions of Yue Guan and Gui Mei at this moment, indifferently scrutinizing Bibi Dong as she charged toward him, his right hand resting on the armrest lifting slightly.

His fingertip tapped lightly against the void.

The moment his fingertip tapped down, a wondrous rhythm erupted from the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

At the same time, Qian Renyu's lips parted slightly, and two words devoid of any human emotion spilled from between them:

"Judgment!!"

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