Douluo: Star Official Challenge, Everyone is Stronger Than Tang San

"It is exactly the same aura as the one emitted by the Mysterious Golden Stele in the sky!"

"Just a moment ago, a silver-haired man walked out from a compartment on the arena!"

"He is sitting cross-legged on a prayer mat in the center of the arena, as still as a meditating monk!"

"By now, the entire plaza is already packed with people, causing quite a commotion!"

"I await your decision, Your Holiness. How should we handle this?"

The Platinum Bishop's words caused Ghost's expression to turn agitated.

Looking toward Bibi Dong on the throne above, he hurriedly said:

"Reporting to Your Holiness, this is the very arena, and that is undoubtedly the senior I spoke of!"

"Yesterday, he mentioned that he would appear in different places every day!"

"I never expected him to come to our Spirit Soul City. Truly, heaven blesses our Spirit Hall!"

"If we can win this senior over, it will be a great blessing for Spirit Hall!"

Yesterday, Ghost and Yue Guan had angered Lin Feng and were forcefully suppressed.

He knew well that this person's spiritual power and strength were unfathomable.

It was highly likely that he was on the same level as Pope Bibi Dong, or perhaps even equal to the strength of the Great High Priest, Qian Daoliu.

The reporting Platinum Bishop looked at Ghost with a puzzled expression.

Bibi Dong also looked over; it was rare to see Ghost, a level 95 Spirit Douluo, lose his composure like this.

After a moment of thought, she commanded coldly:

"Ghost Douluo, I now order you to go to the Spirit Soul City plaza to investigate!"

"If the person on that arena is truly the 'Star Official' you speak of,"

"then invite him to the Pope Palace and treat him with the highest honors!"

Ghost could not hide the smile on his face as he replied:

"As you command, Your Holiness!"

"I will certainly bring the senior here!"

With those words, he strode out of the Pope Palace, and the Platinum Bishop followed him out.

Bibi Dong pondered the drastic change in Ghost's attitude.

She struck the ground heavily with her gemstone scepter and said coldly:

"Summon Ghost Leopard Douluo!"

Not long after, Ghost Leopard Douluo arrived at the Pope Palace and bowed respectfully:

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

Bibi Dong commanded with authority:

"Ghost Leopard Douluo, regarding the arena that appeared out of thin air in the Spirit Soul City plaza!"

"I have already sent Ghost Douluo to investigate!"

"You are to go and assist him!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo nodded and said: "As you command, Your Holiness!"

He then turned and left the Pope Palace, heading toward the Spirit Soul City plaza...

At the Spirit Soul City plaza, a large crowd of citizens had gathered at this very moment.

Various discussions and exclamations filled the air, making the scene incredibly noisy and bustling.

"What do you think is the origin of this arena?"

"It appeared out of thin air last night; it's truly strange."

"And the area around this arena is covered in powerful defensive formations."

"Many people have tried to break the formation to get a look, but they were all repelled by the backlash."

"Look, another fool who doesn't know his own limits."

"Trying to break the defensive formation when he's only a Spirit Grandmaster? How dare he act so recklessly?"

"Haven't you seen the few Spirit Ancestors nearby who are still nursing their injuries?"

"I'm the opposite of you all; I'm more curious about the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the prayer mat in the center of the arena."

"He must be the owner of this arena."

"The man is just a bit handsome and delicate-looking, a total pretty boy."

"There isn't a shred of spirit power on him; how is he qualified to be the master of this arena?"

"Hey, hey, hey, why are you being so nasty calling him a pretty boy!"

"The young man is really handsome, isn't he?"

"If I could marry a man like that, I'd be willing to support him for the rest of my life!"

The group of men rolled their eyes one after another upon hearing the beautiful women swooning.

They truly were not envious in the slightest.

A man who relied on his looks to get by was not worth their sympathy.

On the prayer mat in the center of the arena, Lin Feng peered through the narrow slit of his eyelids.

Seeing the situation around him, he thought with a look of annoyance:

What a load of crap!

I come to Spirit Soul City, only to be gawked at like a monkey!

The Mist Forest yesterday was better; at least it was quiet.

He roughly sensed the situation nearby.

Finding that Tang San, Hu Liena, and Feng Xiaotian had not arrived, he felt quite speechless and continued his meditation.

Ten years. Although every day has been a bit boring.

As long as those ten years pass, I will be able to obtain the ultimate power of this Douluo plane!

By then, I shall hold the power of the world in my waking hours and sleep on the laps of beauties while drunk.

Carefree and happy, enjoying the blessings of life.

Lin Feng fantasized about his wonderful life ten years later and began to imagine scenes of choosing his concubines.

At this moment, a commotion rippled through the crowd.

Two young men walked out, and the people nearby retreated one after another.

"Look, Xie Yue and Yan are here!"

"They are known as part of the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall!"

"They already had the strength of Spirit Kings three years ago!"

"They must have broken through to Spirit Emperors by now, right?"

Xie Yue and Yan ignored the surrounding discussions.

They looked at the arena before them with expressions of confusion.

"Xie Yue, this arena appeared out of thin air."

"There is a formation protecting it; let me try to see if I can break it!"

"I want to see what kind of tricks that person on the prayer mat is playing!"

Yan strode forward, his face naturally wearing an arrogant look.

His strength had reached level 61 as a Spirit Emperor, and he considered himself incomparable to those Spirit Ancestor trash.

Xie Yue pondered for a moment and nodded, saying:

"Go ahead, Yan."

"Remember to be careful; the formation around this arena is strange."

"The aura it emits is the same as that Mysterious Golden Stele in the sky!"

Yan smiled disdainfully, clenched his fist tightly, and said:

"I'll know exactly what it is once I try!"

Immediately, six spirit rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—rose beneath his feet, indicating his level 61 spirit power.

His fifth black, ten-thousand-year spirit ring lit up as he shouted:

"Fifth Spirit Skill, Flying Sand Wild Flame!"

Suddenly, a scorching fire-attribute spirit power aura erupted.

A firestorm kicked up on the spot, forcing the crowd back.

Even Xie Yue had to retreat temporarily.

Under the amplification of his spirit skill, the power of Yan's flames increased by three hundred percent.

His second spirit ring then lit up as he shouted:

"Second Spirit Skill, Granite Rock!"

The next moment, a massive granite arm condensed on his right arm.

A giant Flame Lord appeared behind him, roaring loudly.

"You pretender, I'm going to smash your damn formation!"

Yan let out a roar and leaped toward the arena.

His right arm surged with full force as he slammed it into the arena's formation.

In an instant, a heaven-shaking explosion erupted at the scene.

Under the shocked gazes of everyone present, Yan was sent flying backward in a parabolic arc.

As luck would have it, he landed headfirst into a trash can with a loud "thud."

The defensive formation surrounding the arena had withstood Yan's powerful strike, yet it remained completely unscathed. The silver-haired man sitting on the meditation cushion in the center of the arena remained with his eyes closed, as immovable as a mountain.

Xie Yue snapped out of his shock and rushed over, shouting, "Yan, are you alright!"

At the same time, a cold, furious voice drifted down from the sky in the distance:

"Yan, how dare you offend a senior!"

"How utterly rude!"

Xie Yue pulled his good friend Yan out of the trash can.

Looking at his filthy, unconscious state, he cried out in worry:

"Yan, are you alright? Wake up!"

The onlookers nearby were stunned by this sudden turn of events.

They had not expected that an attack launched by Yan, a level 61 Soul Emperor, would be rebounded by the formation around the arena, leaving him severely injured and unconscious.

The strength of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation was beyond doubt.