Refusing the Invitation to the Pope Palace, Bouncing Back a Level 93 Ghost Leopard Douluo, Feng Xiaotian Arrives

"It's exactly the same as the aura emanating from the mysterious Golden Stele in the sky!"

"Just now, a Silver-Haired Man walked out of a compartment on the arena!"

"He sat cross-legged on a cushion at the center of the arena, as still as a meditating monk!"

"By now, the entire square was already packed with people, causing quite a commotion!"

"I await Your Holiness's decision. How should we handle this?"

The Platinum Bishop's words made Gui Mei, standing beside him, visibly excited.

Looking up at Bibi Dong on her throne, he hurriedly said:

"Your Holiness, it's this arena! There's no mistake—the person is that Senior!"

"Yesterday, he said he would appear in a different place every day!"

"I never expected him to come to our Spirit City. Heaven truly favors Spirit Hall!"

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

Yesterday, Gui Mei and Yue Guan had offended Lin Feng and been forcefully subdued.

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

He was very likely on the same level as Pope Bibi Dong, or even as powerful as Grand Elder Qian Daoliu.

The Platinum Bishop who had delivered the report looked at Gui Mei in confusion.

Bibi Dong also glanced at him. Gui Mei was a Soul Power level 95 Douluo, and she rarely saw him lose his composure like this.

After a moment's thought, she ordered coldly:

"Ghost Douluo, I'm ordering you to investigate the square in Spirit City!"

"If the person on that arena is indeed the 'Star Official' you spoke of..."

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

Gui Mei couldn't hide his smile as he replied:

"As you command, Your Holiness!"

"I'll make sure to bring Senior here!"

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

Bibi Dong thought about the dramatic change in Gui Mei's attitude.

She brought the Gem Scepter down hard on the floor and ordered coldly:

"Summon Ghost Leopard Douluo!"

Before long, Ghost Leopard Douluo arrived at Pope Palace and bowed respectfully.

"Greetings, Your Holiness!"

Bibi Dong gave her orders with an air of authority:

"Ghost Leopard Douluo, an arena has appeared out of thin air in the square in Spirit City!"

"I've already sent Ghost Douluo to investigate!"

"Go and assist him!"

Ghost Leopard Douluo nodded. "As you command, Your Holiness!"

Then he turned and left Pope Palace, heading for the square in Spirit City...

At that moment, the square in Spirit City was packed with people.

All kinds of talk and exclamations filled the air, creating a noisy, lively scene.

"What do you think this arena is, anyway?"

"It appeared here out of thin air last night. What a mystery."

"And the area around it is covered by a powerful Defense Array."

"Quite a few people tried to break through the formation to see what was going on, but they were all blasted back."

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

"He's trying to break through the Defense Array? He's only a Soul Elder—does he really dare cause trouble?"

"Can't he see those Soul Ancestors over there getting treated for their injuries?"

"Actually, I'm more curious about the Silver-Haired Man meditating cross-legged on the cushion at the center of the arena."

"He must be the owner of the arena."

"He's just a little handsome and refined, that's all. A typical pretty boy."

"He doesn't have even a trace of Soul Power. How could he possibly be the arena's owner?"

"Hey, hey, hey! What do you mean, pretty boy? That's harsh!"

"He's really handsome, okay?"

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

Hearing the pretty women swoon over him, the men around them rolled their eyes one after another.

They weren't jealous in the slightest.

A man who lived off his looks wasn't worth pitying.

On the cushion at the center of the arena, Lin Feng peered through a sliver between his eyelids.

He took in the scene around him and thought with some irritation:

This is just my luck!

I come to Spirit City and end up getting stared at like a monkey!

The Mist Forest was better yesterday. At least it was quiet there!

He briefly sensed what was happening nearby.

Tang San, Hu Liena, and Feng Xiaotian hadn't shown up.

Feeling rather speechless, he continued meditating.

Ten years might be a little boring, day after day.

But once those ten years are over, I'll obtain the ultimate power of the Douluo plane!

Then I'll command the world by day and sleep with beauties by night.

I'll live free and easy, enjoying every pleasure life has to offer.

As Lin Feng fantasized about the good life awaiting him ten years from now, he began imagining a scene of choosing concubines.

Just then, the crowd stirred.

Two young men stepped forward, and the people nearby hurriedly made way for them.

"Look! Xie Yue and Yan are here!"

"They're said to be part of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation!"

"They were already Soul Kings three years ago!"

"They've probably reached Soul Emperor by now, haven't they?"

Xie Yue and Yan ignored the surrounding chatter.

They stared at the arena before them, puzzled.

"Xie Yue, this arena appeared out of nowhere."

"There's a formation protecting it, too. Let me see if I can break through!"

"I want to find out what that guy on the cushion is pretending to be—a god or a ghost!"

Yan strode forward, his face naturally full of arrogance.

His strength had reached Soul Power level 61, and he was sure he was nothing like those useless Soul Ancestors.

Xie Yue considered it for a moment, then nodded.

"Go ahead, Yan."

"Be careful. There's something strange about the formation around this arena."

"The aura it gives off is exactly like that of the mysterious Golden Stele in the sky!"

Yan smiled disdainfully and clenched his fist.

"There's only one way to find out!"

At once, six Soul Rings—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, and black—rose beneath his feet. His Soul Power was at level 61.

His fifth black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring lit up, and he shouted:

"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand Wild Flame!"

A scorching aura of fire-attribute Soul Power erupted in an instant.

A storm of flames swept up around him, forcing everyone back.

Even Xie Yue had no choice but to retreat for the time being.

With the enhancement from his Soul Skill, Yan's flames grew three hundred percent more powerful.

His second Soul Ring lit up, and he shouted:

"Second Soul Skill, Granite Rock!"

In the next moment, a massive granite arm formed around his right arm.

A gigantic Flame Lord appeared behind him and let out a thunderous roar.

"You fraud, playing at being some mysterious expert! I'll smash this damn formation!"

With a roar, Yan leaped toward the arena.

His right arm surged with all his strength, and he slammed it into the Arena Formation.

An earth-shattering explosion rocked the scene.

To everyone's astonishment, Yan was flung backward in an arc.

By sheer bad luck, he landed headfirst in a trash can with a loud thud.

The Defense Array around the arena had withstood Yan's powerful attack without suffering so much as a scratch. The Silver-Haired Man on the cushion at its center remained seated with his eyes closed, as steady as a mountain.

Xie Yue came to his senses and hurried over. "Yan, are you all right?"

At the same time, a cold, furious voice rang out from the sky in the distance:

"Yan, how dare you offend Senior!"

"That was completely out of line!"

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

Seeing him filthy and unconscious, he called out anxiously:

"Yan, are you all right? Wake up!"

The sudden turn of events stunned the watching crowd.

They hadn't expected Yan, a level 61 Soul Emperor, to launch an attack—

only to be struck back by the formation around the arena and knocked unconscious.

There was no question about the strength of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation.