"Second Worship!!"
"Second brother!!"
Just when Golden Crocodile was about to fall to the ground, several powerful auras suddenly burst out from the depths of the Elder Hall and rushed under the high platform in an instant.
As the light and shadow flickered, several old but terrifying figures appeared.
The leader was as handsome as a young man, but he had white hair and his left eye was covered with frost. He was none other than Guangling Douluo.
He held on to the shaky Golden Crocodile, and the murderous intent in his intact right eye surged. The Light Feather Divine Bow in his hand had already appeared, and the cold arrow pointed directly at Nan Feng on the high platform.
Behind him, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo and other worshipers also had their faces as deep as water. Soul Power was agitated, as if they were ready to rush onto the stage at any time and cut this treasonous Pope into pieces.
The atmosphere instantly became tense!
"Stop... stop it!!"
Just when Guang Ling was about to draw the bowstring, Golden Crocodile Douluo grabbed his wrist.
He was breathing heavily, and there was still blood on the corners of his mouth, but there was a deep fear in his cloudy old eyes.
He raised his head and stared at Nan Feng on the high platform.
Originally, he thought that such a battle would at least make the other party fearful and restrained.
But no.
In those purple eyes, he did not see the slightest fear, but instead saw... excitement? Anticipation?!
Wrong!
Golden Crocodile felt a sudden chill in his heart, like falling into an ice cave.
This crazy woman... she did it on purpose! She wanted to force us to take action!
If in front of the Pope Palace, in front of all the heroes of the world, Elder Hall's worship openly besieged Pope, then what has become of the Spirit Hall?
It became a joke for the following crimes and internal conflicts!
Coupled with her remarks about occupying the moral high ground just now, once she takes action, Elder Hall will be a traitor and traitor who will "get angry with shame" and "want to hide the truth"!
Once the reputation becomes bad, the foundation of the Spirit Hall will be completely broken!
"Ahem... no one is allowed to move!!" Golden Crocodile roared at the top of his lungs.
Guang Ling and others were puzzled, but seeing the second brother's reaction, they could only suppress the anger in their hearts and stare at the stage.
However.
They wanted to settle the matter, but Nan Feng had no intention of letting them go.
"Hey, it's coming out now?"
Nan Feng looked at the row of worshipers under the stage who were supposed to be Spirit Hall's heritage, but now looked like a group of old hens guarding their calves, with a sarcastic arc on his lips:
"What? Are you all rushing out to scold me?"
"I just scolded Golden Crocodile, an old guy, but I don't think it's enough, so I have to get scolded together, right?"
"You!!" Mighty Lion Douluo, who had a hot temper, was about to explode.
Nan Feng's eyes suddenly became extremely sharp, and those eyes were like real slaps on several people's faces:
"A group of old people, nesting in the Elder Hall, haven't seen the light of day for decades, eating Spirit Hall's best offerings and enjoying the highest treatment."
"Tell me, do you have any value to the Spirit Hall?!"
"Everyone has the name of worship on their heads, but they ignore the safety of the Spirit Hall and the majesty of Pope!"
Azure Luan Douluo's face was gloomy, and he took a step forward with a cold voice. "Bibi Dong, be careful! I am here to protect the foundation of the Spirit Hall, and to hide our strength in order to deal with future enemies! How can you tolerate such slander?!"
"Guard Spirit Hall?"
Nan Feng smiled.
"Really?"
"I don't believe it."
He suddenly waved his sleeves, pointed at the Spirit Hall soldiers in the audience who were even wearing bandages, and shouted angrily:
"Since it is to protect Spirit Hall, then why did you group of guardians disappear when Spirit Hall went to war with the Clear Sky Sect?!"
"When I, the dignified Pope, personally led the army, was besieged by the Clear Sky Sect Tang Xiao and several Great Elder, where are you people's background?!"
"I am fighting hard in front and bleeding! You are drinking tea and playing chess in the Elder Hall!"
"When the battle is over, I have won and triumphed! Will you all jump out in high spirits?"
"Faulting everywhere, pointing fingers, saying I don't understand the rules, saying I don't respect my elders?"
"I can't find anyone when I'm working, and I can't even shout! After the work is done, you guys come out to give advice?!"
"This is what you call guardianship?!"
"What is it Spirit Hall that you are guarding?!"
Nan Feng turned around suddenly, facing the tens of thousands of ordinary Soul Master in the square whose eyes were confused but gradually ignited with flames, and his voice was passionate:
"Tell them! What is Spirit Hall?!"
"Is this the Pope Palace of this cold Bingbing?!"
"Is that the spooky Elder Hall?!"
"Still that unattainable Douluo Hall on the top of the mountain?!"
"Wrong!!"
The scepter in Nan Feng's hand was slammed heavily, and the voice resounded through the sky:
"Spirit Hall, it's a human being!!"
"It's the thousands of Soul Master standing in this square! It's those brothers and sisters who shed their lives and blood for the Spirit Hall!"
"Without these thousands of Soul Master, where did the Spirit Hall come from? Where did you high-minded worshipers come from?!"
"What's the result?!"
Nan Feng pointed his finger at Golden Crocodile and others again, his eyes full of disdain:
"Soul Masters are dying outside, bleeding for the honor of the Spirit Hall! You are huddled in the Elder Hall and watching the fun, acting like a coward! When you turn around, you still say that you are protecting Spirit Hall?"
"Let me ask you something--"
"You still have no shame?!"
The whole place was silent, only Nan Feng's deafening question echoed.
Those Spirit Hall Soul Masters at the bottom had red eyes and shortness of breath. They never thought that His Holiness the Pope, who was above them, would point at and scold those legendary offerings for them!
An unprecedented sense of identity and fanaticism grew crazily in their hearts.
"It's not you who protect Spirit Hall!"
Nan Feng patted his chest and pointed to the wounded soldiers in the audience:
"It's me! It's the Pope who took the lead! It's those heroic spirits who fell on the battlefield! It's every ordinary Soul Master who has shed blood for the Spirit Hall!"
"Rather than you guys who just hide in dark corners and steal the fruits of others' victory!"
"In the name of righteousness, we pursue selfish interests!"
"How different are you old guys from Qian Xunji who was killed by Tang Hao with a hammer?!"
Nan Feng looked down from a high position, looking at the group of worshipers who had been scolded to death but could not refute in the face of the righteousness of the world, and uttered the last sentence:
"The corpse is a vegetarian, and virtue is not worthy of it."
"To be too old to die... is to be a thief!!"
The whole place was dead silent, as if even the wind had frozen.
Everyone was completely confused at this moment. Whether it was the unfathomable Ning Fengzhi, the unruly Yu Yuanzhen, or the normally shrewd bishops, all of them opened their mouths like fools at this moment.
Pope scolded his predecessor Pope bloody in front of everyone in the world, and humiliated the worshipers who symbolized Spirit Hall's highest combat power and prestige.
This operation... this can no longer be described as "self-destruction", this is simply demolishing the house!
"What on earth does she want to do?!"
Ning Fengzhi had cracks in the teacup in his hand. His brain was running wildly, but he couldn't understand the scene in front of him at all.
He prides himself on seeing through people's hearts and calculating everything in the world, but every move of this new Pope severely challenges his cognitive bottom line.
However.
A scene that even shocked their jaws appeared.
On the high platform, Nan Feng slowly raised his hand and actually took off the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on his head that symbolized supreme power!
"Danglang--"
The purple gold crown fell to the ground and made a crisp sound.
Her long purple hair poured down like a waterfall, flying in the wind. It was a little less majestic than Pope, but a little more poignant and decisive.
"Bibi Dong! You..."
Golden Crocodile Douluo Looking at this scene, his pupils suddenly shrank, and an extremely bad premonition suddenly surged into his heart.
At this moment, among the crowd in the audience, a voice that had been arranged for a long time suddenly sounded, with trembling and confusion:
"His Holiness the Pope! You... what are you doing?!"
Nan Feng stood on the high platform, with long hair disheveled, facing the heroes of the world, with a sad and self-deprecating smile on his face:
"What to do?"
He spread his hands and looked at his gorgeous Pope robe, his tone was calm but filled with endless sadness:
"Elder Hall regards me as an enemy, restricting me at every turn and wanting to kill me."
"Pope Palace belongs to him. He works hard but not in secret. He only knows how to fight for power and profit."
"I, the dignified Spirit Hall Pope, went through life and death for the Spirit Hall, and even went to the battlefield as a woman. But what is the result? In this Spirit City, I have almost no place to stand!"
Nan Feng shook his head, and there seemed to be tears shining in the corners of his eyes:
"Pope is unprecedented in doing this."
"Today, I summoned you all because I wanted to bring justice to the world. I wanted to pop those moldy and smelly abscesses so that Spirit Hall could see the light of day again."
"But everyone has seen it."
Nan Feng stretched out his hand and pointed to the group of pale-faced worshipers and elders in the audience:
"How did Golden Crocodile Douluo do it? How did these so-called worshiping elders do it?"
"They just want to cover their mouths! They just want to whitewash the peace! They just want to turn black into white!"
"Although I have the intention to kill the thief, I am unable to save him."
Nan Feng took a deep breath, and his voice became choked and firm:
"I'm sorry for those heroic souls of the Spirit Hall who died unjustly. I'm sorry for those innocent lives who died in vain for Qian Xunji's selfish desires. I'm even more sorry for the people of this world!"
"That being the case..."
"What shame do I have to continue to be this Pope?!"
"Do you want me to be a puppet who just looks at the faces of these old guys and wipes their butts?!"