"God King and Dou Di?"
Across the main Douluo timeline, many people fell silent. After all, they had never heard of Dou Di.
They had heard of gods, but without absolute certainty, those in high positions didn't dare answer carelessly.
Divine Realm.
The God of Destruction pondered, rubbing his chin with his right hand.
"Asura God, why don't you answer first? I think the God King is stronger."
Asura God rolled his eyes, glaring at the God of Destruction with contempt.
"You think I'm an idiot? What if I get it wrong? Wouldn't I be punished while you got off scot-free?"
The God of Destruction smiled awkwardly but didn't take it to heart. He'd had that in mind, and hadn't expected Asura God to answer anyway.
The gods were a cautious lot.
Down below.
Dai Mubai was eager to try, having heard there was a reward. If the question had drawn such a massive audience, surely the reward would be a Spirit Bone.
With a Spirit Bone, he'd at least stand a chance against his big brother, Dai Weisi.
"Little San, who do you think is stronger, the God King or Dou Di?"
Tang San was stumped.
His first instinct was to say that he was the strongest. After all, he couldn't doubt himself. But he'd never met a God King, and knew even less about Dou Di. Who could say which was stronger?
Still, since Dai Mubai had asked, Tang San couldn't back down.
He raised his head and puffed out his chest before answering:
"Obviously, the God King is the strongest. He's the king of the gods, and the Divine Realm is at the very pinnacle. As for Dou Di, he's an emperor for the ages. Just look at Emperor Xue Ye."
Luckily, Emperor Xue Ye wasn't there. Otherwise, he'd have wanted to slap Tang San to death.
Was he, as an emperor, really that embarrassing?
Dai Mubai thought that made sense, but he still didn't dare answer carelessly. Instead, he turned and tried to rope someone else in.
"Ma Hongjun, you absolutely can't miss this chance. You can win a reward!"
Ma Hongjun: "..."
He might have been a little chubby, but that didn't mean he was stupid. What if he got the answer wrong? Dai Mubai himself wasn't answering.
Tang San was a little displeased. Wasn't this the same as doubting him? Why ask if you didn't believe him?
Outside the arena, a strange gleam shone beneath Yu Xiaogang's glasses, madness in his eyes.
He didn't know anything about the Live Broadcast Room in the sky, but he was certain its rewards were mysterious. Perhaps they could help him.
Yu Xiaogang would never let such a once-in-a-millennium opportunity pass him by. It was worth taking a gamble.
As for whom to bet on, he chose to trust Tang San.
Innately full Soul Power. Twin Martial Souls.
"I choose Tang San. The God King is the strongest. Dou Di is nowhere near his match."
Yu Xiaogang answered with complete confidence.
"Xiaogang."
Flender and Liu Erlong tried to stop him.
After all, a wrong answer came with a punishment. Who knew what it would be? Ordinary people like them certainly couldn't withstand it.
Yu Xiaogang didn't take their concerns to heart. Instead, he pointed at Tang San and said:
"I believe in my disciple. Tang San, the future God King, will definitely defeat Dou Di."
He would never admit that he was taking a gamble, hoping to win a reward and further improve his Martial Soul.
Flender had guessed as much, and Liu Erlong knew Yu Xiaogang's intentions too, but neither said it aloud.
[Incorrect answer. Your Martial Soul will undergo another inferior mutation.]
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned deathly pale. His Martial Soul had already mutated for the worse once. If it mutated again, would there be any hope for him?
He could almost picture how humiliating his Martial Soul would become. It was all Tang San's fault.
This useless disciple was no help at all. Dou Di was only a mere Dou Di—how could he not beat him?
The next moment, Yu Xiaogang felt his Martial Soul let out a mournful cry as his Soul Power rapidly plummeted.
From its original level of twenty-nine, it tumbled all the way down to twenty, nearly dropping to nineteen.
"No..."
Yu Xiaogang reached out, crying out in anguish as he staggered and fell to the ground.
It was as if background music had begun playing in his ears.
Snowflakes fluttered down...
Flender and Liu Erlong had been about to ask what happened, but one look at Yu Xiaogang's expression told them he'd answered incorrectly.
Yu Xiaogang's strange behavior drew the attention of quite a few people.
"What's wrong with that man?"
"He probably got the answer wrong and was punished."
"Judging by his expression, the punishment must have been severe."
Meanwhile, in Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong was a clever woman. She didn't know what answer to choose, but that didn't matter. She could have someone else choose for her and tell her whether it was right or wrong.
That made her much cleverer than Yu Xiaogang.
Bibi Dong immediately gave an order to someone below.
"You. Choose God King Tang San. Whatever the punishment, I'll reward you with a thirty-thousand-year Spirit Bone and personally help you hunt for a Spirit Ring later."
Below her, Bibi Dong's loyal knight embodied the very meaning of a death warrior.
Without hesitation, he answered:
"I choose God King Tang San."
[Incorrect answer. Five levels of Soul Power deducted.]
Compared to Yu Xiaogang's punishment, this was already mild. He could always cultivate his Soul Power back later.
The Temple Knight didn't even dwell on his punishment. He turned at once and reported:
"Lady Bibi Dong, God King Tang San is the wrong choice. You should choose Dou Di."
Bibi Dong turned to the sky and answered:
"I choose Dou Di. Dou Di is stronger than the God King."
[Correct answer. You have obtained one Hundred Thousand Year God-Bestowed Spirit Ring.]
The next second, a beam of light drifted down from the sky, flew straight to Bibi Dong, and merged into her body.
Several Spirit Rings then appeared.
Bibi Dong had never found a suitable match for the Eighth Soul Ring of her Second Martial Soul, so she had never hunted for one.
Now, an Eighth Soul Ring had appeared out of nowhere—and it was a blood-red Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.
"Congratulations, Your Holiness."
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo bowed to congratulate her, as cheers of "Long live!" rang out across the scene.
Bibi Dong, however, looked grave. To bestow a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring on her so casually, the entity behind this had to be a god—or perhaps even something beyond the gods.
If the Live Broadcast Room called Tang San the protagonist, just how powerful would he become? Would he threaten Spirit Hall's plans in the future?
On the other side, Qian Renxue had the same idea as Bibi Dong. She used the same method and then answered the Live Broadcast Room.
[Congratulations. You have obtained the External Soul Bone Six-Winged Angel Wings, which can evolve into the Super Divine Artifact Eighteen-Winged Angel Wings.]
A beam of light appeared behind Qian Renxue, though the wings themselves didn't manifest.
But Qian Renxue's Soul Power had truly surged by four levels, and she could feel the presence of the External Soul Bone.
If this weren't a competition arena, she would have loved to test the might of the Power of the Six-Winged Angel.
"So this is an External Soul Bone?"
Feeling the External Soul Bone's power, Qian Renxue marveled inwardly. The Live Broadcast Room was so mysterious—it could provide an External Soul Bone outright.
Best of all, it could make her Soul Power soar.
"If it could evolve into a Super Divine Artifact..."
Qian Renxue was filled with anticipation. As the inheritor of the Angel God, she knew that above First-Class Gods stood God Kings, and only God Kings were worthy of Super Divine Artifacts.
She didn't even dare imagine how powerful a Super Divine Artifact would be.
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