Spirit City, Pope Palace—no, it should now be called the Dragon Emperor Holy Palace!
Yu Tianyu leaned against the reforged dragon throne, holding the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast Xiao Wu in his arms like a frightened little rabbit. Below, Bibi Dong, once so domineering, and Qian Renxue, proud and coldly elegant, were now kneeling humbly beneath the steps, one on his left and one on his right, trimming his nails and straightening the hem of his robe.
In the center of the hall, two "Black Dragon Guards" with auras as deep as abysses stood in silence. Nine pitch-black spirit rings pulsed around each of them, and the pressure of Title Douluo they exuded made even the air seem to freeze.
"Master, that old man Qian Daoliu has already been locked in the Dragon Locking Prison deep within Douluo Hall."
Bibi Dong lowered her head, her voice carrying the obedience of one who had accepted her fate, along with even a faint, strange emotion after being conquered by someone stronger. "But the Angel Oracle he brought back seems to imply that the God Realm has already noticed your existence."
"So what if they have?"
Yu Tianyu gave a cold laugh. His right hand restlessly pinched Xiao Wu's flushed cheek, his eyes filled with disdain. "If those old fossils in the God Realm dare come down, perfect—I'm just short a few true-god-level spirit rings. If they dare hide, then they can wait for me to slaughter my way up there and feed that so-called Sea God and Asura God to my Dragon Emperor martial soul!"
```[Ding! Detected that the host has completely taken control of Spirit Hall and achieved the achievement "Plane Overlord (Beginner)"!][Ding! Reward for the host: god-level skill—"Dragon Emperor Verdict" (anyone marked by the host will have their strength forcibly weakened