Nan Feng: Qian Xunji has disgraced the Martial Soul Hall completely!

"What?!"

Standing to the side, Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression shifted violently. Before he could even react, that pressure had already caused the nearby Red Cardinals to go weak at the knees and collapse to the ground!

On the plaza, nearly ten thousand soul masters felt as if an invisible giant hand were tightly gripping their throats. Breathing became difficult, their hearts hammered wildly, and the whispers that had filled the air vanished instantly, replaced by a deathly silence of terror.

Immediately following.

Under the horrified gazes of everyone present, soul rings rose slowly from beneath Bibi Dong's feet, pulsing with a heart-stopping radiance.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...

Eight soul rings!

"Eight rings?! A Soul Douluo?! She is so young, yet she actually..."

A burst of exclamation had just erupted from the crowd, only to be cut short once again.

Because, the ninth soul ring was rising!

It was a shade of dripping, vivid crimson, as if it had been irrigated by the blood of countless living beings—red!

Red light filled the sky!

That eerie, blood-colored glow instantly illuminated the entire dim sky, and the imperial pressure belonging to a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast ravaged the depths of everyone's soul without reservation!

"A... a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!!!"

"A Title Douluo?! How is this possible?!!!"

"She... she is not even thirty years old!!!"

The entire scene exploded!

Everyone stared with wide eyes, locked onto that red soul ring.

A Title Douluo under the age of thirty!

And the ninth soul ring was the legendary hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

Such talent, such strength—let alone the former Pope Qian Xunji, even the world-renowned Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao could not compare!

Doubt? Disdain? Scrutiny?

In the face of this blinding blood-red, everything dissolved into the most primal fear and awe!

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong stood there, and even though she was cursing Nan Feng to high heaven in her heart, she had to maintain this majesty on the surface.

Since she had already revealed it, she could only bite the bullet and keep up the act.

The light of the blood-colored soul ring had not yet fully dissipated, and that suffocating pressure still loomed over everyone's heart.

Enough.

The purpose of intimidation has been achieved. Next, I only need to complete the coronation step-by-step, then slowly accumulate power...

Bibi Dong slightly retracted her aura and flicked her long sleeves, preparing to turn and sit on the papal throne to end this crude coronation ceremony.

However.

"Is that it?"

In the Sea of Consciousness, Nan Feng's voice, filled with frustration at her lack of ambition, exploded once again. "With such a grand stage and the atmosphere built up to this point, you actually want to sit down and rest?"

"Bibi Dong! Have you still not grasped the situation?!"

"The people below are terrified by your soul rings, but what they feel is mostly fear, not submission! If you want them to die for you, intimidation alone isn't enough. You have to fire them up! You have to brainwash them!"

"You must incite their emotions! Ignite their fury!"

Bibi Dong's brows locked tightly together as she replied coldly in her heart: "Shut up! Too much is as bad as too little! If I act too aggressively, it will only cause the major powers to band together against us prematurely! What the Martial Soul Hall needs now is to recuperate and plan slowly!"

"Recuperate my foot! Plan slowly, my ghost!"

Nan Feng scoffed with disdain. "That is the mindset of the weak! A true emperor never needs to look at the expressions of others!"

"What if they are vigilant? What if they target us? They are just a bunch of rabble; why not just crush them directly?!"

"You are the Pope! The ruler of this continent! You should establish a god-like image that no one dares to offend or look directly at! Make them tremble at the sound of your name and want to kneel at the sight of your shadow!"

"Waiting for an opportunity? Do you really think of yourself as a spider hiding in a hole?"

"Since you dare not say it, then let me say it!"

"You dare--!!" Bibi Dong was furious, attempting to seize back control.

But this was the Pope Palace plaza, under the eyes of the masses.

If she were to fight for control of her body with another soul inside her at a time like this, even a moment of stiffness, a twitch, or a loss of facial control would instantly turn her, the new Pope, into the laughingstock of the entire continent.

She dared not gamble.

And Nan Feng had calculated exactly that she would not dare to gamble, so he seized control without any restraint!

Hum--!

It was but a momentary lapse.

"Bibi Dong," who had been preparing to sit, suddenly froze, then straightened her posture once more.

In that instant, her entire aura underwent a complete transformation.

If the Bibi Dong from a moment ago was a repressed iceberg—cold, gloomy, and profound—then the one standing there now was a raging inferno: flamboyant, overbearing, and carrying a wild arrogance that viewed all living beings as mere ants.

Nan Feng controlled Bibi Dong's body, standing at the edge of the high platform and looking down at the crowd. He did not spare a glance for the bishops who were still trembling, instead casting his gaze toward the distant horizon.

"What? Has everyone gone mute?"

Nan Feng's voice was not loud, yet it possessed a strange, piercing quality that echoed in everyone's ears. "Weren't you all quite eloquent just a moment ago? Weren't you questioning This Seat's age and qualifications?"

"Now, why is it that every one of you has lowered your heads?"

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence; no one dared to respond.

"Raise your heads!"

Nan Feng let out a sharp, sudden shout, causing many to shudder and instinctively look up.

"I know what you are thinking."

Nan Feng's gaze was like lightning, sweeping across the assembly. "You are afraid, you are ashamed, and you are angry."

"The dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, the supreme leader of the spirit master world, was severely wounded by Tang Hao—a man who had just ascended to the Title Douluo realm—and ultimately died from his injuries."

"To Martial Soul Hall, this is a supreme humiliation! Is it not?!"

Among the crowd below, many began to breathe heavily, their eyes flickering with the fire of indignation.

Yes, for the past few days, everywhere they went, they heard nothing but praise for the Clear Sky Sect and mockery directed at Martial Soul Hall. They were stifled with resentment!

However, in the next second, Nan Feng's tone shifted, and he uttered words that caused everyone's jaws to drop:

"But This Seat tells you—"

"This is indeed a humiliation."

"But this humiliation does not lie in how strong the Clear Sky Sect is, but in the fact that—the former Pope was simply too incompetent!!"

As these words fell, the entire hall was shocked.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, standing to the side, widened his eyes, nearly convinced he had misheard.

What was she saying?!

Was she calling Qian Xunji incompetent?!

In front of everyone, a new Pope about to be crowned was openly insulting the predecessor whose body was not yet cold?!

"What? Do you think This Seat is wrong?"

Nan Feng sneered, his disdain undisguised. "A dignified Pope, accompanied by two Title Douluo elders and countless experts from Martial Soul Hall, went to pick a fight and surround a Tang Hao who had just broken through to level ninety."

"And the result?"

"He let the man step on his head to achieve fame, while he himself fled back like a stray dog, only to die a cowardly death in his bed!"

"He initiated the conflict and still couldn't win!!"

"If that isn't incompetence, what is?! If that isn't trash, what is?!"

"Qian Xunji has thoroughly disgraced the ancestors of Martial Soul Hall for eighteen generations!!"

The entire hall erupted in an uproar!

She was mad! The new Pope had lost her mind!

But... for some reason, after hearing these rebellious and blasphemous words, the stifled resentment in their hearts strangely dissipated, replaced by a sense of... fanatical worship for the new Pope before them!

Yes!

It wasn't that Martial Soul Hall was weak; it was that the former Pope was weak!

What did Qian Xunji's incompetence have to do with them?!

"Clear Sky Sect? Tang Hao? Clear Sky Douluo?" Nan Feng sneered.

"Now, rumors are spreading everywhere that Tang Hao is the greatest genius in the world and that the Clear Sky Sect is set to reclaim its glory?"

"Ridiculous! Absurd!"

Nan Feng suddenly threw his arms wide, and the red light from the hundred-thousand-year spirit ring behind him surged, making him appear like a demon god descended upon the world:

"Since that trash Qian Xunji lost our dignity and could not take it back,"

"Then This Seat shall—take it back personally!"

"Hear This Seat's decree!"

"From this day forth, all members of Martial Soul Hall: upon sighting a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect, kill without mercy!!"

"This Seat will use the blood of the entire Clear Sky Sect to wash away this humiliation!"

"Let the whole world know—"

"The majesty of Martial Soul Hall shall not be offended!"

"The majesty of the Pope—is not to be trifled with!"

"A debt of blood can only be repaid with blood!!"

"Blood for blood!!"

As the final roar fell, the entire arena erupted!

It was not fear, but fanaticism!

Nearly ten thousand spirit masters were completely ignited by this highly inflammatory and peerlessly domineering speech! Their faces flushed red, they waved their arms and shrieked until their throats were raw, the fervor in their eyes practically overflowing!

Spirit masters were, by nature, a group that worshipped the strong; compared to a tepid and forbearing leader, this domineering, even somewhat insane tyrant was far more capable of stirring the bloodlust and loyalty within their hearts!

Who cared about the previous Pope? A dead piece of trash was not worth respecting; only this sovereign before them, who could lead them to crush everything in their path, was worth following!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

"Blood for blood!!!"

"Long live Martial Soul Hall!!!"

"Long live His Holiness the Pope!!!"