The Throne Crosses the Sky, Ning Fengzhi Stands with Tang San

The Throne Appears in the Sky, Ning Fengzhi Stands by Tang San

What is going on?

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

The golden light was far too brilliant, and the terrifying power contained within it made his breathing hitch.

This incredibly strange change pulled his thoughts back to the day he first arrived in Martial Soul City.

Back then, when Qian Renyu appeared, there had been such endless golden light.

Tang San was shocked, and Hu Liena was equally struck speechless by Yan's sudden performance.

Watching Yan bathed in the golden halo, as if he had become a completely different person, she couldn't help but gasp:

"Yan, what on earth are you doing!"

"This is the final match; you must not mess around in this competition!"

"I'll say it again: if we lose this match because of you, you cannot bear that responsibility!"

Hu Liena tried her best to calm her inner turmoil.

However, no matter how much she tried to settle her heart, Hu Liena found that the effect was minimal.

Yan ignored Hu Liena.

Bathed in the brilliant golden light, he took another step forward.

In a fleeting moment, all the golden light spilling down from the dome began to shrink rapidly.

"BOOM—"

A deafening sound rang out in front of the Pope's Palace.

Orange-red light emerged amidst the sky-filling golden radiance.

At the same time, the projection of the Brilliant Golden Throne of Doom and Slaughter slowly manifested in the void, appearing from nothingness.

It was not as grand or magnificent as when Qian Renyu summoned the Throne of Doom and Slaughter, but the difference was not significant.

The moment the Brilliant Golden Throne appeared, all the golden light focused solely on Yan.

Standing beneath the golden radiance, Yan's entire figure appeared far more extraordinary.

Golden steps extended down from the projection of the Throne of Doom and Slaughter, reaching Yan's feet.

Yan remained silent, looking at the golden steps before him.

Cold light flickered in his dark red pupils as he stepped onto the golden stairs, one step at a time.

With every step he took, the power of the Throne of Doom and Slaughter projection grew more terrifying.

Finally, Yan sat upon the throne.

Almost simultaneously, the power of the throne projection reached its maximum, capable of rivaling thirty percent of Qian Renyu's power at his peak.

With his hands pressed against the lion reliefs on both sides of the throne, his aura became seamless, and his gaze grew incredibly majestic.

At the same time, golden figures appeared in the void one after another.

The aura of every golden figure that appeared was more robust than that of Tang San and the others on the field.

Once all the golden figures had appeared, they did not attack anyone, but instead knelt on one knee toward the Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

This scene was as if they were the most loyal followers of the Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

"This..."

"How does Yan have this ability too?"

Hu Liena gasped.

The moment the throne projection appeared, her eyes were so shocked she couldn't close them.

She stared dumbfounded as Yan walked up the steps, watching the scene of those golden figures kneeling on one knee toward the throne projection.

Even though she was very proud, Hu Liena knew clearly that just a few of those golden figures would be enough to leave her powerless to resist.

And now...

Yan was sitting on the throne.

At this moment, Yan looked exactly like a true monarch reborn.

Tang San was completely jolted awake, staring in astonishment at Yan sitting on the throne projection.

His grave expression and heavy breathing all signaled the unrest in his heart.

Unable to keep his gaze fixed on Yan, Tang San suddenly shifted his eyes toward Qian Renyu.

When he first arrived in Martial Soul City, Tang San remembered clearly that this throne-like martial soul belonged to Qian Renyu, the new Pope.

Yan's martial soul was the Flame Lord, which had absolutely nothing to do with a throne.

The situation before him was clearly the result of the special training Qian Renyu had provided for Yan.

Tang San's gaze locked onto Qian Renyu.

At the same time, everyone of status in front of the Pope's Palace, including the many members of academy teams who had already been defeated but had not yet left Martial Soul City, turned to look at Qian Renyu one after another.

Every pair of eyes revealed a look of shock and awe.

In the spectator stands, Bibi Dong was the same; her face turned incredibly gloomy at this moment as she watched Qian Renyu, who remained calm and composed on the high platform, and she nearly choked on her own breath.

Rising abruptly, Bibi Dong's figure vanished from the spectator stands.

The next second, Bibi Dong appeared beside Qian Renyu on the high platform.

"Is this your special training for Yan?"

"Is this your method for taking the championship this time?"

"Although all of this complies with the rules of the Spirit Master Tournament, what do you intend to do with the reputation of Martial Soul Hall by acting this way?!"

Bibi Dong rebuked him in a cold voice.

Although she was not clear about what exactly the Throne Projection was.

But the fact that Qian Renyu helped Yan achieve his current performance at this moment.

There was no doubt that this was Qian Renyu's method to secure the championship.

Such a plan was completely at odds with her own, and it even disrupted all of her original arrangements.

Bibi Dong was furious, her emotions fluctuating violently.

Qian Renyu glanced at Bibi Dong, and listening to her rebuke, a faint, cold sneer appeared on his face:

"Bibi Dong, do you need to listen to what you are actually saying?"

"Since it already complies with the rules, is there any need for me to care about the opinions of others?"

"Within the rules, I do what the rules allow; what is the problem with that?"

"Besides, do you really think—"

"That rules can restrain me?!"

His cold voice struck Bibi Dong's ears like a heavy hammer.

Bibi Dong's expression changed abruptly, seeing that Qian Renyu's attitude was incredibly firm at this moment.

The fire in her belly surged even higher.

"Since you want to operate this way, then I will see how you handle what comes next!"

"As the Pope, you had better take up your responsibilities as the Pope!"

Bibi Dong let out a low shout.

She specifically brought up the responsibilities of the Pope.

She wanted to see how Qian Renyu would resolve the matters that followed.

Qian Renyu did not pay excessive attention to Bibi Dong.

They were both thousand-year-old foxes; there was no point in playing games with each other.

Bibi Dong's move was nothing more than an attempt to exert more pressure on him.

Qian Renyu turned a deaf ear, his indifferent gaze shifting toward Tang San and his group below.

His gaze lingered on Tang San for a fleeting moment before falling upon Ning Fengzhi, who had already stepped out from the spectator stands.

She truly hasn't given up for a single moment on taking the position back. Bringing up the responsibilities of the Pope is nothing more than wanting to see how I handle people like Ning Fengzhi!

However, this Ning Fengzhi really does value Tang San highly. Seeing the situation reverse, he immediately stood out from the spectator stands, clearly wanting to back Tang San!

It's just that this spotlight isn't as easy to step into as Ning Fengzhi imagines!

The sky of Martial Soul City will not tolerate anyone else coming to challenge it!