The Wheel Laid on Its Side

Three seconds!

For some men, that number was undoubtedly an extremely awkward thing.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt the same way!

It hurt, but it felt good!

Half a month ago, they had been injured by Tang Hao.

After returning to Spirit Hall, they had begun treating their injuries.

Yet during the healing process, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had always felt an invisible force obstructing their recovery.

Today, they had finally witnessed a strange dark-red aura drifting out of their bodies.

That aura was incomparably cold and powerful, yet it had nothing whatsoever to do with Tang Hao's Clear Sky Hammer!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were not fools. They immediately understood why Tang Hao had been so powerful back then.

You bastard, borrowing someone else's power just to show off in front of me?

Once they realized they were not too weak, but that damned rat simply had no sense of honor, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo instantly felt enlightened.

Of course, they were still suffering now!

This was Spirit City, with so many people watching!

As Titled Douluo, being imprisoned in midair like this was simply too humiliating.

At that moment, Qian Cheng loosened his hands.

Splat!

Before Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo could react, they fell straight from the air.

The two exchanged a glance and instantly understood each other's thoughts.

One look was enough to know this was someone they couldn't beat!

Chrysanthemum Douluo sighed inwardly.

"I've disliked that stupid relief for a long time. Even if Senior hadn't smashed it, I would have found a chance to smash it myself!"

Ghost Douluo raised his head and suddenly said this, his tone carrying a hint of flattery.

The moment those words came out, Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened as he stared at Ghost Douluo in shock.

He had never expected this seemingly honest and simple fellow to be so skilled at brown-nosing.

"Senior, me too!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly chimed in, afraid of falling behind.

"Enough. Go do what you need to do. Don't stand here making fools of yourselves!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo removed his mask and slowly walked from behind Qian Cheng to stand before Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, his tone somewhat impatient.

"Second Worship? Why are you here?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo froze, their faces full of shock and confusion.

Only then did they realize why everything had seemed familiar when they first arrived.

And now, this masked man was actually the Second Worship. Then the old man beside him...

There was no need to think further. He had to be another Worship!

Thinking even deeper, two Worships were actually following behind this young man, allowing him to blow apart Spirit City's walls?

Just who was this young man?

The more they thought about it, the more terrified they became!

Were the two of them about to be silenced?!

"Get lost already!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo waved his hand impatiently.

If Golden Crocodile Douluo had known how entertaining Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's thoughts were at that moment,

he might even have teased them a little and made them panic even more.

"Yes, sir!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt as though they had been pardoned, immediately fleeing in a puff of smoke.

"You..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo turned and pointed at Lor Diarra. "Find some people to repair the city wall. Change the relief too. Don't use some Clear Sky Hammer—it hurts my eyes just looking at it!"

"Yes, sir?"

Faced with an order from a Worship, Lor Diarra, a mere Soul Douluo, did not dare ask even one extra question.

Besides, he was no fool.

He could naturally think of some of the things Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had thought of.

"Everyone, disperse! Disperse!"

"This section of the wall was supposed to be torn down anyway. The notice just didn't reach everyone, so some departments didn't know yet."

Lor Diarra shouted at the onlookers.

"So that's what happened..."

"The work notice didn't get delivered properly. So they were all our own people!"

"I thought someone was attacking Spirit City!"

As the crowd dispersed, calm quickly returned to the city gate.

"Ancestor, there shouldn't be anything else now, right?"

Qian Daoliu asked tentatively.

"You'd better pray there really isn't anything else, or my brick won't go easy on you!"

Qian Cheng shot Qian Daoliu a glare, a trace of sternness in his eyes.

This grandson of his was basically a turtle.

Put nicely, he considered the bigger picture. Put bluntly, he was a coward!

The four passed through the bustling streets and headed toward the Papal Hall.

The streets were crowded with voices. The cries of vendors and the laughter of passersby intertwined, brimming with the vitality of daily life.

Then Qian Cheng's attention was drawn to a hall not far away.

"What place is that? Why are so many people gathered around it?"

Qian Cheng asked in surprise.

"This is the Spirit Sacred Hall. Today should be the day the children undergo their awakenings."

Qian Renxue spoke softly.

"In that case, let's go in and see what talent these descendants possess."

Qian Cheng took the lead and headed toward the Spirit Sacred Hall.

Qian Daoliu and the others did not dare say anything, and could only silently follow behind Qian Cheng.

"This is a restricted area ahead. Unauthorized persons are not permitted to enter!"

Two Spirit Hall deacons blocked Qian Cheng's path.

"Step aside!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo took a token from his robes and waved it before the two deacons.

The token emitted a faint glow, and the pattern carved upon it appeared especially solemn.

"This is... the Pope's Token?"

The two deacons' expressions immediately turned respectful upon seeing the token, and they hurriedly moved aside.

"Golden Crocodile..."

Qian Cheng's voice suddenly rang out again, carrying a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Old sir, I understand what you mean. But changing the design on the Pope's Token would require selecting the Upper Three Sects again. That isn't something that can be done overnight."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's tone carried a trace of helplessness.

"Indeed. I will personally handle this matter when the time comes!"

A cold glint flashed through Qian Cheng's eyes, his tone carrying a chill.

A mere Clear Sky Sect dared strut around before him.

When the time came, he would lay a wheel on its side—anyone taller than it would be executed!

Upon entering the Spirit Sacred Hall in Spirit City, the first thing they saw was a luxurious grand hall.

The dome above the hall was divided into small square panels.

Each depicted a different Spirit form, vivid and lifelike, as though they might leap out at any moment.

The background was a gleaming brilliant gold, giving it a magnificent yet ancient feel.

Huge crystal windows surrounded the hall. Sunlight refracted through the transparent crystal windows and spilled over the murals, while the glittering golden light was even more dazzling and mesmerizing.

"Not a bad environment. It seems you haven't neglected your finances."

Qian Cheng nodded, a hint of approval in his tone.

"Following the ancestral teachings, we have always placed finances first!"

Qian Daoliu puffed out his chest, a trace of pride on his face.

"Heh. I only believe half of that."

Qian Cheng glanced sideways at Qian Daoliu and said flatly, "With a brain like yours, your administration must be a complete mess!"