"Never!!"
Nan Feng's voice suddenly rose, full of grief, anger and despair:
"The day before yesterday, Qian Xunji took a fancy to Soul Beast, the incarnation next to Tang Hao, so he started a war and killed a lot of people, causing countless casualties!"
"Yesterday, Qian Xunji trapped himself in a cocoon and was beaten to death. For the sake of so-called face, these old guys forced me to take revenge. They killed me again and blood flowed like a river!"
"Where's tomorrow?!"
Nan Feng suddenly pointed in the direction of Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen, frightening the two of them:
"Tomorrow, if Golden Crocodile Douluo takes a fancy to the national treasure of the Heaven Dou Empire, the territory of the Star Luo Empire, or the wealth of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, or the treasure land of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!"
"Are we going to fight again?!"
"In the future, if any of the priests die because of this, will they have to kill again under the banner of revenge?!"
"Kill kill kill!!"
"It goes back and forth like this, when will the injustice be repaid?!"
Nan Feng slammed Pope Scepter in his hand to the ground with a loud "bang" sound:
"In order to satisfy the never-ending greed of these old guys, for their so-called face and glory."
"Are you going to let all the Soul Master die? Are you going to let this continent never have peace?"
"Spirit Hall like this..."
Nan Feng looked up to the sky and roared, his voice was shrill:
"What's the point of existence?!"
"When it becomes the source of trouble in the world and becomes a demon that devours life!"
"Then I, Pope, am not inappropriate!!"
"No!!!"
Just when Nan Feng turned around to leave, several voices that had been arranged in the crowd rang out shrilly, instantly igniting the emotional powder keg in the audience that was already tense to the extreme.
"His Holiness the Pope! No way!!"
"If you leave, will this Spirit Hall still be around?! Are you going to let these old guys who only know how to send us to death take power?!"
"Yes! The war has just ended. If His Holiness the Pope hadn't turned the tide and subdued Clear Sky Sect, how many more people would have died? Now that we have just lived a stable life, are these old people going to kill them?!"
Whether they were passionate young people who were really moved by this tragic drama, or those free Soul Master who were originally displeased with the Elder Hall, or speculators who simply wanted to muddy the water and watch the excitement without taking it too seriously, they all raised their arms and shouted at this moment.
The sound was like a tidal wave, instantly flooding the entire square.
"No! His Holiness the Pope can't leave!"
"Spirit Hall can't live without you!"
Nan Feng stood on the steps, his eyes red, his sad and beautiful look heartbreaking. He slowly raised his hand and pressed down with his palm.
Miraculously, the originally boiling square suddenly became quiet with his action.
"Everyone..."
Nan Feng's voice is hoarse, filled with endless fatigue and chills:
"I am very relieved and happy. It turns out that in this world, there are still so many sensible people who can distinguish right from wrong, and there are also so many young people whose blood has not yet cooled down."
"It's a pity... everyone has seen it too."
Nan Feng turned around and glanced coldly at the livid-faced elders behind him:
"Today, in order to bring justice to the world and to reveal the truth, I have completely broken up with these old people who hold power."
"If you want to accuse someone, why bother?"
"I believe that in a few days, even tomorrow, these old people will make up a bunch of messy excuses, some madness, some treason, to depose me as Pope."
"Instead of being humiliated by them and being kicked out like a lost dog..."
"Why don't I leave by myself and leave each other the last bit of dignity."
Nan Feng took a deep breath and bowed deeply to the thousands of Soul Master in the audience:
"I just hope that everyone will remember what I said today, and don't fall into the hands of others again, and don't die in vain for the selfish desires of some people."
"This Spirit Hall... is no longer the holy place that everyone thought it was to protect Soul Master."
"If you still have expectations for the Spirit Hall, I... look forward to your efforts. Maybe one day in the future, you can change this rotten place."
"But I..."
Nan Feng shook his head, his face full of dismay:
"I don't have the ability anymore."
After saying that, he turned around resolutely, without any nostalgia, and started to walk off the platform.
"No!!!"
At this moment, the heartbreaking voice in the crowd sounded again, roaring with a cry:
"His Holiness the Pope understands righteousness and the world agrees with it! If such a good Pope is forced to leave, wouldn't Spirit Hall become a joke that harbors evil?!"
"As Pope said, if we allow such a group of elders who don't regard us as human beings to be enshrined and in power, who knows tomorrow, they will send us to die just because they have taken a fancy to whose treasure?!"
"Spirit Hall is the Spirit Hall of the people of the world! It is our Spirit Hall! It is not the private property of those old thieves!!"
The voice raised its fist and roared:
"Pope is going to be forced to leave, do we agree?!"
This question completely ignited the anger and unwillingness in everyone's hearts.
"No!"
"No yes!!!"
Tens of thousands of people roared in unison, and the sound wave swept through the world like a tsunami, making Pope Palace tremble slightly.
Seeing this tsunami-like scene, Golden Crocodile Douluo on the stage turned pale, swayed, and almost spurted out another mouthful of blood.
Lost!
Completely lost!
At this moment, he truly realized how terrifying this woman was.
Not only does she have the terrifying power of Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, she also has the ability to control people's hearts!
After returning from a great victory, he conquered Clear Sky Sect, revealed the truth and occupied the moral high ground, coupled with this painful plan of retreating in order to advance...
Merit, strength, reputation, righteousness, and people's hearts, she is about to arrive!
At this time, whoever stands opposite her is the enemy of the world! Whoever is the eternal sinner who wants to destroy Spirit Hall!
If she were really allowed to leave like this today, within a month, Spirit Hall would be drowned by the public opinion of the entire continent, and those Soul Masters with resentments below would mutiny in an instant, and the behemoth Spirit Hall would fall apart in an instant!
"This woman... she is really crazy!"
Golden Crocodile roared in his heart.
She is flipping the table! She is forcing the uterus!
Either these old guys bow their heads and hand over their power; or they all die together, and no one wants to play!
"We can't let her go! Absolutely not!!"
Seeing that Nan Feng had already walked down a few steps, Golden Crocodile took a step forward without caring about his dignity or injury, and shouted:
"Pope Stay!!"
Nan Feng paused in his steps and did not look back. He just turned his face sideways and said in a cold voice:
"What? Second Worship Any other suggestions?"
"Do you think you haven't been humiliated enough? Or do you want to kill me now to avoid future troubles?"
"You..."
Golden Crocodile suppressed the killing intent and anger surging in his heart, gritted his teeth and said:
"Before... it was indeed because I was old and stupid and failed to find out the truth, which led to the current misunderstanding."
"I know I am guilty and am willing to be punished!"
As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was in an uproar. The arrogant Second Worship actually bowed his head and admitted his mistake?
But Golden Crocodile changed the topic and stared at Nan Feng with vicious eyes:
"But! His Holiness the Pope is not wrong at all?!"
"You are the direct disciple of Qian Xunji! You are the Holy Maiden back then! Why didn't you stop the teacher when he made a mistake?! As Holy Maiden, you enjoy the resources of the Spirit Hall. When Qian Xunji made a big mistake, why didn't you say a word?!"
"More!"
Golden Crocodile pointed at Nan Feng and asked sternly:
"Didn't you personally declare the war with the Clear Sky Sect? Didn't you claim that you were going to crush Clear Sky Sect?!"
"What? Now with the benefit of hindsight, you are blaming everything on the dead man, but you yourself are completely innocent?!"
Hearing this, Nan Feng turned around and looked at Golden Crocodile, with a creepy smile on his face.
In that smile, there was endless ridicule, and there was also a hint of... the joy of finally waiting.
"Why didn't I persuade you?"
"Hahahaha..."
Nan Feng laughed so hard, as if he heard something extremely ridiculous:
"Golden Crocodile, are you really confused or are you pretending to be confused?!"
"When Qian Xunji sent people to intercept and kill Tang Hao for the first time, where was I? I was drinking blood in that ghost place City of Slaughter! I was fighting for my life with those degenerates!"
"The second time Qian Xunji personally took action and led people to hunt Tang Hao, where was I? I was practicing in Death Canyon! A narrow escape from death!"
"I can't even see anyone, how can I persuade you?!"
"Say no more."
Nan Feng's eyes turned cold:
"Do you think that willful Qian Xunji will listen to what I say?"
"As for why I didn't say a word..."
Nan Feng suddenly stopped smiling, looked Youyou at the audience, and his voice became softer, but it made people feel a bone-chilling chill:
"Everyone."
"Do you know why, in the past ten years, I seemed to have disappeared from this world without any sound?"
"Holy Maiden of the Spirit Hall in the past, the proud daughter of heaven who was known as Spirit Hall's first genius and Twin Martial Souls."
"Why did it remain unknown during the ten years when it should have shone most brightly?"
"Why do even Spirit Hall keep it secret from me and almost no longer talk about it?"
"Where do you think I went?!"
"What do you think... I have experienced?!"