Throne, Judgment

Chapter: Throne, Judgment

Ning Fengzhi stepped forward.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stepped out simultaneously.

They did not step into the competition area between the Martial Soul Team and the Shrek Team.

But the moment they stood out, all the gazes previously focused on Qian Renyu shifted toward the three of them.

The smell of gunpowder flared up instantly.

"Your Holiness the Pope, isn't your side's approach a bit biased? The Spirit Master Tournament is supposed to be a fair and just competition."

"By granting your subordinates such power, Your Holiness, aren't you bullying the weak with the strong?"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, glanced at Ning Rongrong beside Tang San, then looked at Tang San, and spoke in a low, forceful voice.

Even though he was only a Spirit Saint who could never break through to Spirit Douluo or become a Title Douluo in his entire life.

Yet at this moment, no one dared to look down upon Ning Fengzhi's existence.

As the current sect master of one of the three upper sects in the spirit master world, this status already transcended that of countless other spirit masters.

Qian Renyu looked at Ning Fengzhi indifferently and whispered calmly: "Sect Master Ning believes this is bullying the weak with the strong? Following the logic of your words, does that mean our Martial Soul Hall is forbidden from sending out talent whose strength exceeds that of the Shrek Academy team members?"

"If so, is that what you consider a fair and just battle in your eyes, Sect Master Ning?!"

Ning Fengzhi was rendered speechless on the spot.

He met Qian Renyu's gaze.

Suddenly, he did not know what to say.

Strictly speaking, Yan sitting on the Throne Projection at this moment did not technically violate the rules.

Everyone had witnessed the scene of Qian Renyu manifesting the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter.

There was a massive difference between Qian Renyu's Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter and the projection of the Divine Throne of Doom and Slaughter that Yan was currently sitting on.

Qian Renyu's was true power, while Yan's could only be considered a projection.

It was within the rules, reasonable and fair!

Seeing Ning Fengzhi speechless, Qian Renyu spoke again:

"Ning Fengzhi, I know that your daughter is in Shrek Academy!"

"If you, Sect Master Ning, intend to interfere with the Spirit Master Tournament because of this, then I shall accompany you to discuss this matter in detail!"

"I can order Yan to stop using the Throne Projection, but if Yan stops using it, what your daughter will have to face is the real throne!"

"I am still under twenty-five, still registered at the Martial Soul Academy, and still meet the participation rules for the Spirit Master Tournament!"

Ning Fengzhi remained speechless.

Listening to Qian Renyu's words.

He had already been unable to find anything to say, and now he was left completely unable to retort.

Qian Renyu's words were like steel blades, constantly carving into his flesh.

If Ning Rongrong were not in Shrek Academy, and if Tang San, the young junior he valued so highly, were not there.

No matter how badly they were beaten by the Martial Soul Team, he was certain he would not have said a single word of protest.

In truth, the one violating the rules was actually himself.

"Sect Master Ning, I advise you to withdraw from the competition area. If you, Sect Master Ning, intend to act willfully!"

"Then I do not mind entering the arena myself, and I make no guarantees as to what will happen then!"

"Sect Master Ning, do you wish to see me enter the arena?!"

Qian Renyu continued.

His calm tone echoed in everyone's ears.

As Qian Renyu's words reached everyone, the many people watching with shock finally realized an important piece of information.

Qian Renyu, the new Pope of the Martial Soul Hall, was only twenty-three years old.

In his early twenties, he had already reached the realm of a Title Douluo.

Such talent was truly terrifying!

Ning Fengzhi was in a dilemma; advancing was not an option, and retreating was not an option, so he stood silently in place.

He had chosen to step out to support Tang San.

Now that his support had yet to take effect, retreating immediately was absolutely inappropriate.

"Uncle Ning, thank you for your kindness!"

"Even if the Martial Soul Hall has such a trump card, we will not let them take the final championship!"

"No matter what methods the Martial Soul Team has, we will ruthlessly defeat them!"

At this moment, Tang San's voice rang out.

The fact that Yan was sitting upon the Throne Projection had already exceeded many people's expectations.

Tang San did not want to attempt to have Ning Fengzhi continue his interference; if Qian Renyu were to enter the fray personally, there would truly be no suspense left.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, glanced at Tang San, and finally looked at Ning Rongrong before sighing in a low voice as he stepped down the stairs:

"Tang San, Rongrong, both of you must be careful!"

"Although what Yan is sitting upon is not the Pope's actual Martial Soul, it is certainly extraordinary!"

"Whatever you do, do not underestimate such an ability!"

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi looked toward Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and the three of them retreated from the competition area with furrowed brows.

Tang San remained silent, his gaze shifting toward Ning Rongrong and the others.

"We will use the same move we used against Godwind Academy!"

"This person named Yan is the one who is truly difficult to deal with; we must eliminate him first!"

"Right now, the best move we have is the Seven-in-One, so let us strive to make it effective enough this time!"

Tang San's voice was low.

In his mind, the weakened version of the Martial Soul Fusion Skill used against Godwind Academy replayed itself.

Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong, and the others all understood Tang San's intent and moved to stand behind him one after another.

In an instant, the aura of the seven individuals became perfectly unified.

Feeling the fighting spirit of his teammates, Tang San no longer held back, cleanly and decisively releasing his second Martial Soul, the Clear Sky Hammer.

Gripping the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, Tang San looked toward Yan, who was seated upon the Throne Projection.

"Borrowing the power of others is nothing but a petty trick!"

"No matter how troublesome you are right now, we will certainly defeat you completely!"

"You will not become an obstacle to us winning the final championship!"

Tang San shouted lightly.

The moment his voice fell, the soul power of Dai Mubai and the others erupted in full force.

A golden light, far dimmer than that of the Throne Projection, burst forth, and the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hands began to transform into that same golden hue.

"Seven-in-One, Avatar of Martial Soul!"

Tang San let out a sharp cry, and the Clear Sky Hammer in his hands expanded many times over, swinging directly toward Yan in the sky while pushing against the immense power radiating from the Throne Projection.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and the other four members of the Martial Soul Team were no longer within their scope of consideration at this moment.

Hu Liena felt somewhat uncomfortable being ignored, but since Yan had already seized absolute dominance, she dared not show her dissatisfaction despite her inner resentment.

Her cold, sharp gaze fixed on Yan in the sky, a cold snort escaping her nostrils.

Yan turned a blind eye to all of this, sitting upon the Throne Projection with an air of absolute majesty.

He lifted one hand lightly, then pressed it downward.

Instantly, streaks of orange-red light cascaded down from the massive orange-red sword behind the Throne Projection.

At the same time, the golden figures kneeling before the Throne Projection all surged from the sky, rushing toward the golden Clear Sky Hammer.

Yan's voice rang out at this very moment: "Throne, Judgment!"