Please, Other Dong Trumpet

As the sun rose as usual, the streaks of light that had illuminated the horizon, the continuous explosions, and the earth-shaking tremors finally came to an end.

First, the residents of Nuoding City, who had been stunned by the Killing God Domain that shot straight into the clouds and had spent the entire night in a state of anxious terror, stepped out of their homes cautiously, dark circles under their eyes.

Though they did not know what had happened, life had to go on.

Caravans that had already missed their departure dates gritted their teeth and summoned their courage to head out of the city early. Yet, the moment they passed through the city gates, they sensed something was wrong; they couldn't help but squint and gaze into the distance.

Eh?

That mountain ahead, Why did it look like a chunk had been sliced right off!?

One gold, one black.

Two streaks of light swept over Nuoding City, faintly radiating a terrifying pressure.

At the Spirit Hall branch, the bearded man who usually worked there, Su Yuntao, and even the branch bishop had all been driven out of the building.

These Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall, who were usually high and mighty, now stood by the roadside in trepidation, shouting at the top of their lungs to clear and seal off the entire street, terrified of disturbing the big shots inside.

Inside this branch, there was no longer any room for those of their low status.

The elites from both the Tiandou Spirit Temple and the Star Luo Spirit Temple were now gathered in one place.

The branch bishop looked back at his branch, raised a hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, and felt a sliver of relief; being a messenger guard outside was better than sitting inside on pins and needles.

However, he still had his duties as a messenger to attend to.

As the gold and black streaks of light in the sky stopped before him, a man and a "woman" retracted their spirit power and stepped out from the radiance. The branch bishop dared not look them in the eye and immediately bowed low, offering a respectful salute.

"Lord Chrysanthemum Douluo! Lord Ghost Douluo!"

"His Excellency Ghost Leopard, several Platinum Bishops, and the other lords are waiting inside."

Ghost Douluo, walking behind, stood with his arms crossed, silent and reticent. Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was half a step ahead, sized up the branch bishop with a meaningful gaze. After a brief silence, he smoothed his hair and nodded casually.

"Fine, let This Seat go and take a good look at these idiots."

The branch bishop buried his head even lower; now, he didn't even dare to listen.

Inside the hall, The various Red-robed Bishops and even Platinum Bishops were packed into this small branch, making it feel quite crowded.

Especially now, as the air was laced with a faint scent of blood, several healing-type Spirit Emperors were busy moving about the hall, treating the severely wounded lying on cots.

Naturally, the few people sitting in the main hall were also injured, their clothes disheveled and their appearances wretched.

Just as he walked into the hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes lit up. He walked with a cat-like gait, hurried forward, and covered his mouth with a giggle.

"Oh my, oh my! Old Leopard? Are you trying to become a three-legged leopard?"

Ghost Leopard, sitting in the main seat, immediately darkened his face. He first raised a hand to press against his injured knee, then his spirit power erupted, and he lifted his eyes to glare coldly at Ju Hua Guan!

"Looking for trouble?"

The languid smile on Yue Guan's face did not fade, and surging spirit power erupted from beneath his golden armor. The two of them engaged in a clash of spirit power right there on the spot.

But this contest had barely begun before it ended.

Because Ghost Douluo, gaunt and thin, walked up from behind Yue Guan and released his spirit power to join the fray. Ghost Leopard's remaining spirit power collapsed instantly like dry wood snapping in a gale.

Ignoring the fury in Ghost Leopard's eyes, Ghost Douluo, hands behind his back, merely glanced at him and spoke coldly, "One Title Douluo, two Spirit Douluos, and six Spirit Sages—with this lineup, you ended up in such a state against a mere Tang Hao?"

"Five Spirit Sages fell and you still couldn't take Tang Hao down? Ghost Leopard, don't tell me your surname is Tang?"

With that eerie, chilling voice, the temperature in the entire branch seemed to drop by several degrees.

In a confrontation between Title Douluos, even if it was only verbal, the two renowned Platinum Bishops nearby could only hold their tongues.

"What is all this nonsense?"

Ghost Leopard waved his hand irritably.

"You haven't seen for yourselves just how insane Tang Hao is when he's fighting for his life, have you?"

That was the truth; the bishops nearby who had just taken a hit from the Clear Sky Hammer and knew the secrets of Spirit Hall couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Others might not know how insane Tang Hao was when he fought for his life, but these two, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, had experienced it firsthand. One had to remember that when Tang Hao first became a Title Douluo, he fought three at once and, right in front of Chrysanthemum and Ghost, hammered the previous Pope to death.

Otherwise, why would they have dropped everything the moment they received the Pope's order and brought their forces to hunt Tang Hao down?

The two sides were already mortal enemies.

Speaking of which, Ghost Leopard Douluo grew even more incensed, pointing at their noses as he cursed.

"Besides, if it weren't for you taking so long to arrive, would I have had to sacrifice so many of my men? Platinum Bishop Anderson, who is stationed in Star Luo and is further away than you, arrived before you did!"

"I want to ask! What exactly have you been doing!? You were slow to arrive, and there are so few of you—why is it just the two of you? Where are Spirit Kite and Demon Bear?"

As Ghost Leopard reached the end of his sentence, his volume rose higher and higher until he was practically roaring.

Having been in Tiandou City that day, he had set out immediately upon receiving the order, intending to stall Tang Hao for as long as possible.

After all, the order had already been transmitted to Spirit City; as long as he bought enough time for reinforcements, Tang Hao would be nothing but a corpse in a grave, and he would have secured a great merit.

Yet, even after Platinum Bishop Anderson of the Star Luo Holy Temple had arrived with a large force, there was still no sign of reinforcements from Spirit City. How could Ghost Leopard not be furious? Tang Hao, fighting for his life, had been vomiting blood while frantically swinging his hammer at everyone—he was truly a madman!

As his words fell, the surrounding Red Bishops and even the other Platinum Bishops dared not speak openly, but the gazes they cast toward the two newcomers were filled with intense dissatisfaction.

How could such a thing happen under the heavens?

Chrysanthemum Douluo finally wiped the smile from his face and let out a cold snort.

"You fool, that Pope Decree was a fake!"

"..."

The entire branch temple fell into an eerie silence before erupting into an uproar.

"What? How is that possible?"

"This is a blasphemy against Spirit Hall!"

"..."

Several senior bishops slowly widened their eyes in fury, shouting incoherently.

Ghost Leopard's eyes also went round. He spent quite some time clutching his forehead to process this, then turned his head to glare fiercely at the branch bishop, who stood there looking bewildered.

"Was it you?"

"Ah..."

The poor old man nearly collapsed to his knees on the spot.

Fortunately, Chrysanthemum Douluo's airy voice drifted over, unintentionally relieving him of the pressure. "How could it be him? A branch bishop of this backwater town wouldn't have the capability. If he were the mastermind, would he have had the guts to meet This Seat earlier?"

Ghost Leopard realized his mistake.

As he spoke, a dangerous curve tugged at the corner of Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth. He raised his hand, his fingertips dancing, and a letter suddenly appeared between two fingers.

"Hmph! This little thief is truly audacious! Not only did he forge the Pope Decree, but he actually dared to send an envelope stamped with that fake seal directly to the Pope Palace!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo was almost laughing with rage.

With his orchid fingers curled, he paced the hall while twisting the letter. Yue Guan couldn't help but recall the terrifying scene from before. "This letter, it was delivered directly into the hands of the Pope herself!"

The expressions of those present shifted drastically, and they couldn't help but marvel at the thief's nerve. Just when they thought it was over, Chrysanthemum Douluo paused, then suddenly offered a sinister smile. He turned to face the crowd, unfolded the envelope in his hand, and spoke once more.

"And at the very end of this letter, there is even a sentence—'Help me, Dong Trumpet, if you're a brother, come and hack me!'"