Holy Judgment Token Descends

Martial Soul City, year-end sacrificial ceremony.

On the grand plaza of the Pope Palace, thousands of gold-armored Judgment Knights stood in formation like a golden tide.

Heavy halberds slanted toward the firmament, and the sound of armor plates rubbing against each other moved in perfect unison, merging into a chilling symphony of steel.

High-ranking Cardinals and Title Douluos stood on either side of the red carpet, their crimson and purple robes weaving together to form the very map of Martial Soul Hall's supreme power.

On the left side of the high platform, Qian Daoliu led the elders of the Worship Hall, sitting upright in high-backed golden chairs.

In the seat of honor, Bibi Dong was draped in the incredibly intricate and opulent Pope's regalia, a purple-gold crown pressing down on her head; she sat motionless on the jade throne, not saying a word.

The two stared at each other across the distance.

The sacred solemnity of previous years' ceremonies was nowhere to be found.

All that remained was a freezing, murderous intent capable of cracking the very marrow of one's bones.

Where their gazes met, the air was compressed by two invisible, Limit-level spiritual forces, sparking with the faint, crackling sound of sonic booms!

The tedious routine rituals were rushed through in this eerie, low-pressure atmosphere, reaching the halfway point.

The proceedings moved to the verification of inner court personnel.

Pei Yuan, an enforcement elder of the Worship Hall, stepped forward abruptly, clutching a thick roster of identities, ready to strike.

Qian Daoliu raised a hand slightly, two withered fingers pressed together, stopping him.

The Great Worship of Martial Soul Hall rose slowly, his golden robes fluttering without a breeze.

Thousands of gazes across the plaza were instantly seized by an invisible hand, forcibly choked and dragged toward him!

He didn't even bother with the pretense of "checking the servants," choosing instead to reveal his true intentions immediately.

"Pope."

The two words transformed into rolling thunder, exploding above the plaza and causing the eardrums of the weaker Judgment Knights in the front rows to bleed on the spot.

Qian Daoliu looked down from his height, his gaze like a hawk, pinning itself onto Bibi Dong's face: "In the northeast corner of Martial Soul City, you have privately established a Level-One Forbidden Zone, hiding a nobody of unknown origin, and have even used the Pope's Decree to block my Worship Hall from inspecting it."

His voice rose sharply, laced with the terrifying divine might of a Level 99 Limit Douluo, as he spoke each word with deliberate weight:

"This old man will ask only one thing: what exactly are you trying to do?!"

A direct challenge from the highest level! Forcing a coup in front of the entire upper echelon of the Hall!

The thousands of elites below were instantly in an uproar, and many Cardinals looked at each other, their faces filled with horror.

No one expected that Qian Daoliu would stop playing games this time and simply flip the table!

Bibi Dong's face was as dark as water.

She did not rise, nor did her posture change in the slightest.

"Establishing a forbidden zone is the prerogative of this Seat as Pope."

Bibi Dong's voice was steady, yet it felt as if it had been quenched in the ten-thousand-year black ice of the North Sea. "That place concerns the century-long grand plan of Martial Soul Hall; no unauthorized persons are to pry. While the Worship Hall holds a revered position, it has no authority to point fingers at the internal affairs of this Seat."

A hard refusal!

Bibi Dong, cloaked in the legal majesty of the current Pope, struck back with a crushing, forceful stance!

Purple-black soul pressure poured down the steps, forcing the Cardinals present to shut their mouths instantly.

"A century-long grand plan?" Qian Daoliu let out a piercing, cold laugh.

His right hand shot up, fingers splayed, and he grabbed fiercely at the void!

"Hum!"

A brilliant golden token engraved with nine Six-Winged Angel God Patterns was summoned with a boom!

The Holy Judgment Token!

It was the symbol of supreme power established at the founding of Martial Soul Hall, designed specifically to keep the Pope in check.

The token hovered in the center of the high platform, its blinding golden light instantly stripping away every shadow on the plaza.

Within the dazzling golden radiance, the spiritual imprint and the limit-level majesty of the Six-Winged Angel belonging to Qian Daoliu erupted like a volcano.

The appearance of the Holy Judgment Token meant that the highest-level impeachment procedure had been forcibly initiated.

This token possessed the absolute legal authority to compel the Pope to publicly disclose all secret plans.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply.

She stared fixedly at the golden token suspended in the air.

Deep within her soul, the Rakshasa evil thoughts that had been forcibly suppressed felt the provocation of the Angelic holy aura and instantly descended into a frenzy.

According to the traditions of past generations, when the Holy Judgment Token appeared, the Pope was required to step down from the throne and bow their head to accept questioning.

But Bibi Dong did not.

In her mind, she kept seeing the clear, unhesitating gaze Su Chen had given her after drinking that foul-smelling fish soup last night.

The instinct to protect what was hers shattered her so-called reason in that very instant.

Bibi Dong's arms surged with power!

"Boom!"

Purple-black Rakshasa God power transformed into a monstrous black tide, erupting violently from her body!

That aura, representing destruction and death, tore a massive rift through the sky-filling golden light, forcibly carving out a pitch-black domain where one could not even see their own fingers!

She was confronting the Holy Judgment Token head-on!

Two terrifying pressures at the level of Limit Douluo unfolded in the most primitive and brutal collision atop the high platform.

Visible spatial cracks spread with a "crackling" sound at the intersection of light and darkness.

Below the high platform.

Dozens of Temple Knights and low-ranking bishops in the front row could not withstand a clash of gods at this level.

Their faces turned deathly pale, their legs went weak, and with a continuous series of "thuds," they all collapsed to their knees, unable to even lift their heads.

Everyone's eyes were wide with shock, their hearts churning with turbulent waves.

She's mad! The Pope has completely lost her mind!

For the sake of a servant with no soul power, she actually dared to use pure force to oppose the supreme authority of the Holy Judgment Token in front of the entire upper echelon of the Hall!

How is this any different from apostasy?!

"Presumptuous!"

Beside Qian Daoliu, the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, turned livid. He kicked over his golden-backed chair and stood tall.

Immediately following.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The Third Worship, the Fourth Worship... all six super elders of the Worship Hall rose in unison!

Dozens of brilliant and lethally threatening Title Douluo soul rings instantly illuminated the left side of the platform.

The pressure of the six Super Douluo merged into a wall of copper and iron, fiercely pushing back against the dark domain of Bibi Dong.

In the name of all the Worships, they exerted force to ensure the Great Worship's impeachment resolution would stand.

The power structure of the entire Martial Soul Hall collapsed and tore apart in this very instant!

One half was the roiling purple-black Rakshasa Death Qi, the other half was the blazing, brilliant golden Angelic divine light.

On the Young Master's seat to the right of the steps, Qian Renxue wore her white-gold casual attire.

She did not release her martial soul, but her hands, hidden within her wide sleeves, were clenched so tightly that her nails dug deep into her flesh.

Qian Renxue tilted her head, staring fixedly at the main seat on the high platform.

She watched that arrogant Pope mother of hers, who always placed power and profit above all else, now willing to completely tear ties with the entire Worship Hall for the sake of a servant named Su Chen, even adopting a stance of mutual destruction.

Extreme absurdity.

Twisted jealousy.

These two emotions wrestled frantically within Qian Renxue's chest.

The intelligence from the Dark Web was true!

The details she had investigated by the bamboo chair last night were also true!

This unprecedented political storm smashed the unshakable weight Su Chen held in Bibi Dong's heart directly into her face in the most bloody manner possible.

I, the dignified Young Master of the Martial Soul Hall, in what way am I inferior to a piece of trash with no background... Qian Renxue gritted her teeth, her eyes brimming with a terrifying, extreme desire to win.

Since you protect him so much, then I shall personally test his bottom line!

On the plaza.

The terrifying soul power storm silenced the entire crowd.

All the high-ranking officials of the Martial Soul Hall held their breath in the aftermath of this power struggle, not daring to even let out a sigh.

Facing Qian Daoliu's aggressive gaze from above, and the collective coercion of the six Super Worships.

Bibi Dong sat upright on the throne, the red light of the Rakshasa in her eyes having climbed to its peak.

But she did not continue to drive her soul power to counterattack.

Instead, she slowly closed her eyes.

Her ten fingers dug deep into the armrests of the white jade throne, and fine stone powder fell in a steady stream.

The storm on the plaza, at this moment, fell into an extremely oppressive state of solidification.