Throne Descends from the Heavens; Ning Fengzhi Backs Tang San

Throne Descends from the Heavens; Ning Fengzhi Backs Tang San

What was going on?

Tang San's heart skipped a beat.

The golden light was so dazzling, and the terrifying power mixed within it made his breathing catch.

This astonishing change brought his thoughts back to the day he had first arrived in Spirit City.

Back then, when Qian Renyu appeared, there had been the same boundless golden light.

Tang San was shocked. Hu Liena was equally stunned by Yan's sudden display, left speechless.

Watching Yan bathed in a golden radiance, as though he had become an entirely different person, she couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath.

"Yan, what are you doing?!"

"This is the final match. You can't just fool around during it!"

"As I said before, if we lose because of you, you won't be able to take responsibility for it!"

Hu Liena did her best to calm herself.

Yet no matter how hard she tried, she found that it barely helped.

Yan paid Hu Liena no heed.

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

In a moment of splendor, all the golden light pouring down from the dome began to contract rapidly.

"Boom—"

A deafening roar rang out before the Pope's Palace.

Orange-red light emerged amid the golden radiance.

At the same time, the projection of the brilliant golden Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter slowly appeared in the air, materializing from nothing.

It was not as magnificent or imposing as when Qian Renyu had summoned the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter, but it was not far off.

The instant the Brilliant Golden Throne appeared, all the golden light focused on Yan alone.

Standing beneath that radiance, Yan's entire figure seemed to take on an extraordinary air.

Golden steps extended down from the Throne Projection, reaching all the way to Yan's feet.

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

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

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

At last, Yan sat upon the Throne.

At almost the same moment, the Throne Projection's power reached its peak, enough to rival thirty percent of Qian Renyu's strength at full power.

With both hands resting on the lion reliefs on either side of the Throne, Yan's aura became utterly composed, and his gaze took on a solemn majesty.

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

Every one of them had an aura far more powerful than Tang San and the others on the field.

Once all the golden figures had appeared, they attacked no one. Instead, they all dropped to one knee, facing the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

The scene was like that of the most loyal followers of the Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

"This..."

"How does Yan have this kind of ability too?"

Hu Liena drew in a sharp breath.

The instant the Throne Projection appeared, her eyes had widened in shock until she could hardly close them.

She stared in stunned silence as Yan climbed the steps, and as each golden figure knelt before the Throne Projection.

Though she was proud, Hu Liena knew all too well that those golden figures alone would be enough to leave her powerless to resist.

And now...

Yan was seated upon the Throne.

At that moment, Yan looked just like a true king.

Tang San came fully to his senses, staring in astonishment at Yan seated upon the Throne Projection.

His grave expression and heavy breathing made his unsettled state of mind plain.

He could not keep his gaze on Yan any longer. Tang San abruptly turned to look at Qian Renyu.

Tang San remembered clearly that when he had first arrived in Spirit City, this Throne-like Martial Soul belonged to Qian Renyu, the new Pope.

Yan's Martial Soul was the Flame Lord. It had nothing to do with a Throne.

The situation before him clearly showed that Qian Renyu's special training had produced this result.

Tang San fixed his gaze on Qian Renyu.

At the same time, every person of standing before the Pope's Palace—including members of the many academy teams who had already been eliminated but had remained in Spirit City—turned to look at Qian Renyu.

Every pair of eyes was filled with astonishment.

Bibi Dong was no different. Her face had darkened, and as she watched Qian Renyu remain perfectly composed on the high platform, she nearly choked on her anger.

She shot to her feet and vanished from the stands.

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

"So this is the special training you gave Yan?"

"So this is how you plan to win the championship?"

"Even if this complies with the rules of the Spirit Master Tournament, do you have any regard for the dignity of Spirit Hall?!"

Bibi Dong rebuked him coldly.

She had no idea what the Throne Projection was.

But Qian Renyu had helped Yan achieve this display.

There was no doubt about it: this was Qian Renyu's plan to win the championship.

Such a plan was entirely at odds with her own, and had even thrown all her original arrangements into disarray.

Bibi Dong was furious, her emotions surging violently.

Qian Renyu glanced at Bibi Dong. Hearing her scolding, he gave a faint, cold smile.

"Bibi Dong, do you want to listen to what you're saying?"

"If it complies with the rules, why should I care what others think?"

"Within the rules, I act according to the rules. What's wrong with that?"

"Besides, do you really think—"

"—the rules can bind me?!"

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

Bibi Dong's expression changed sharply as she saw how unyielding Qian Renyu was.

The anger in her gut surged even higher.

"If that's how you want to handle things, then I'll see how you deal with what comes next!"

"As Pope, you'd better take responsibility for your position!"

Bibi Dong spoke in a low voice.

She made a point of bringing up the Pope's responsibilities.

She wanted to see how Qian Renyu would handle what came next.

Qian Renyu paid Bibi Dong little attention.

They were both old foxes; there was no point in putting on an act in front of each other.

Bibi Dong was merely trying to pile more pressure on him.

Qian Renyu ignored her, turning his calm gaze toward Tang San and the others below.

He let his gaze rest on Tang San for a moment, then shifted it to Ning Fengzhi, who had just stepped down from the stands.

She truly hasn't given up for a moment on taking back her position. Bringing up the Pope's responsibilities is nothing more than a way to see how I'll deal with Ning Fengzhi and the others!

But Ning Fengzhi really does think highly of Tang San. The moment the situation turned around, he stepped out of the stands, clearly intending to back Tang San!

But this isn't a chance for Ning Fengzhi to show off as much as he thinks!

No one else gets to provoke the skies over Spirit City!