Throne Pressure, Undercurrents Surging!

The Throne's Might, Undercurrents Surging!

Across the competition grounds, the voice of Qian Renyu carried far and wide.

Having finished these words, Qian Renyu signaled to the cardinal.

Under normal circumstances, he, as the Pope of a generation, should only have made his appearance when the final three matches were about to begin.

However, this Spirit Master Tournament final was not a normal occasion; after the successful usurpation of the throne, Martial Soul Hall had not made a public announcement regarding the change in Pope.

People from all major factions had gathered in Martial Soul City, and the heaven-gifted prodigies of the younger generation had also arrived here one after another.

Such an opportunity was exactly what Qian Renyu had been planning to use to tell the many factions that the sky over Martial Soul City had changed.

The cardinal took over the proceedings, and Qian Renyu turned and headed back behind the high platform without a moment's hesitation.

Qian Renyu knew better than anyone what would happen at the Spirit Master Tournament, and staying here to watch was completely meaningless.

The entire crowd in the arena watched Qian Renyu depart, and the members of each academy team began to prepare themselves.

Looking at one another, they were filled with fighting spirit, all eager to secure a spot in the final top three.

Tang San remained silent, staring repeatedly in the direction Qian Renyu had left, his eyes gradually turning gloomy.

Xiao Wu leaned against Tang San, her gaze following his toward the direction of Qian Renyu's departure.

"Third Brother, this guy named Qian Renyu didn't even stay to watch the match? Isn't he very hostile toward our Shrek Academy?" Xiao Wu asked, somewhat surprised.

Tang San frowned in contemplation and said, "The hostility is certainly there, but this guy named Qian Renyu didn't stay here, likely because he is certain that their Martial Soul Team will win!"

"Therefore, he doesn't think we can pose a threat to the Martial Soul Team at all, so naturally, he has no intention of staying here any longer."

"According to this situation, we can proceed with the competition steadily, and when we shock everyone, we will let this guy know that arrogance comes with a price!"

Tang San's voice was low and slightly hoarse.

While explaining, he gently patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder.

Xiao Wu let out an "oh," leaning her head on Tang San's shoulder without asking any further questions.

Whatever Tang San said was the truth to her; she never questioned him.

Not far away, Yue Guan looked toward the direction of Tang San and his group with a strange expression.

As a dignified Title Douluo, the low-voiced conversation between Tang San and Xiao Wu fell entirely into his ears.

Knowing Tang San's certainty at this moment, the expression on his face nearly crumbled.

"This Tang San says His Holiness is arrogant, but does he not know that he is also quite arrogant himself?"

"He wants to shock everyone? This is true arrogance; His Holiness can at most be called self-confident!"

"Forget it, forget it. When the final match begins, they will know what true cruelty is!"

"But that is only if they can make it to the end!"

Yue Guan muttered to himself, not bothering to cause trouble for Tang San's group at this moment, and instead followed directly in the direction Qian Renyu had left.

Soon, Yue Guan followed Qian Renyu to the simulated training grounds of Martial Soul Academy.

"Has the matter regarding Yan been arranged?" Qian Renyu asked indifferently.

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan hurriedly replied, "It has been arranged. Your subordinate has already informed Yan to come here for training immediately after the opening ceremony of the finals!"

"Then we shall wait here for a while!"

Qian Renyu replied softly, his calm gaze fixed on the simulated training ground located within Martial Soul Academy.

A moment later, Yan left the Martial Soul Team and arrived here immediately. Seeing that both Qian Renyu and Yue Guan were waiting, he bowed and saluted:

"Yan, pays respects to His Holiness the Pope, pays respects to Elder Yue Guan!"

Yue Guan stepped aside, signaling for Yan to walk to Qian Renyu's side.

Yan did exactly as instructed, standing steadily beside Qian Renyu: "Your Holiness, for the past three days, I have attempted to control the Throne Projection you bestowed upon me."

"But after trying, I discovered that the power of your Throne Projection is too strong. If I were to truly force its use, I fear I would lose all my abilities before I could even unleash its power!"

Qian Renyu listened with an air of indifference, not at all surprised by Yan's answer.

If the Throne Projection could be controlled so easily, it wouldn't be called the Throne Projection.

Moreover, what he possessed now was the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

As a Divine Throne focused on slaughter and Judgment, the fact that its killing intent hadn't directly reduced Yan to ashes was already an act of mercy.

"That is how it was in the past!"

"From now on, I will personally control the throne to apply pressure on you!"

"The power of the throne will be at the edge of your threshold, and you can attempt to harmonize with and control it while at that limit!"

Qian Renyu responded calmly.

The moment these words fell.

A brilliant golden light appeared instantly.

The Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter took shape behind Qian Renyu.

Just as when he bestowed the Throne Projection upon Yan, golden steps unfurled beneath the feet of Qian Renyu.

Qian Renyu paced toward the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter, and one after another, golden figures manifested in the void.

The multitude of golden figures knelt on one knee toward the throne in succession.

Qian Renyu sat upright upon the throne, looking down at Yan, who was already prepared.

Understanding Qian Renyu's intent, Yan took a deep breath and stood in the simulated training ground, causing the surrounding environment to shift accordingly.

Raging flames erupted from all directions, and thunderstorms rolled incessantly across the dark, cloud-covered dome above.

At the same time, the golden light from the throne gave Yan no time to react, as an endless torrent of immense power burst forth from it.

"Urgh..."

Yan let out a muffled groan, his upright posture involuntarily hunching over.

Even though he had made full preparations, being suddenly enveloped by the power released under the direct control of Qian Renyu was overwhelming.

His limbs and bones could not help but ache with stinging pain.

Qian Renyu's expression remained indifferent as he watched Yan's current state, continuing to exert control over the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

At this moment, Yan was nowhere near his breaking point, so naturally, he would not cease the pressure he was applying to him.

Yue Guan witnessed the entire process, watching as Yan's facial expression began to contort and his legs started to tremble, yet Qian Renyu did not stop the pressure.

After watching thoughtfully for a while, his gaze suddenly shifted sharply toward Qian Renyu upon the throne.

Suddenly, a brilliant light flashed through his eyes.

He drew a sharp breath into his lungs, and the realization dawned upon him instantly.

"Since His Excellency is willing to spend so much time on Yan, it seems he has arranged all of this for a reason!"

"If nothing goes wrong, something major should happen after the finals of the Spirit Master Tournament. Everything that happened before and everything happening now is merely setting the stage for what is to come!"

"Once the final champion is decided, it seems that will be the moment that truly shakes the world!"

"His Excellency is waiting—waiting for the final champion!"