Refusing the Invitation to the Pope Palace, Repelling the Level 93 Ghost Leopard Douluo, Feng Xiaotian Arrives (Continued)

Then there was only one possibility: the Defense Array was too powerful.

Judging by the situation, perhaps only a Soul Saint or even a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse could break through the Arena Formation.

But when an angry voice rang out from above,

everyone looked up and froze.

The newcomer was Ghost Elder of Spirit Hall, the level 95 Ghost Douluo.

The two words "Senior" spoken by Gui Mei

sent everyone present into a frenzy of speculation.

The silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the cushion at the center of the arena looked so young, about twenty years old.

Most importantly, there wasn't the slightest trace of Soul Power about him.

Yet Ghost Douluo Gui Mei had addressed him as "Senior."

Supporting Yan with one hand, Xie Yue watched Gui Mei approach.

He bowed in confusion and said,

"Xie Yue greets Ghost Elder!"

As he spoke, his gaze secretly darted toward the arena.

Gui Mei looked at Yan, who had passed out, and gave a cold snort.

"He dared to offend Senior. The fact that he got away with his life is already a blessing beyond belief!"

Then he sent a surge of Soul Power into Yan's body.

After a while, Yan coughed up a mouthful of blood and woke, weak and frail.

Before Yan could say a word, Gui Mei turned around in full view of everyone

and headed toward the arena.

Yan looked at Gui Mei, then at Xie Yue, and asked with a weak cough,

"Xie Yue, is Ghost Elder going to break through the formation?"

Xie Yue's expression was grave. He shook his head repeatedly and warned him,

"Yan, don't talk nonsense!"

"Ghost Elder just addressed the silver-haired man on the arena as Senior!"

"He also said you were lucky to get away with your life after offending Senior!"

Yan's face changed drastically when he heard this. He regretted attacking the formation.

As Gui Mei walked toward the arena, the hundreds of people gathered in the square

all fell silent in perfect unison.

Everyone had assumed Gui Mei was going to attack the formation too.

Yet they still couldn't understand why he had respectfully called the man "Senior."

"Senior" was an honorific, one used to show respect.

For a Titled Douluo like Ghost Douluo,

it also expressed reverence for a powerful expert.

But no one could believe that the silver-haired man on the arena was stronger than Gui Mei.

Gui Mei paid no heed to the many gazes around him.

He went straight to the edge of the arena, clenched his right hand into a fist, and held it against his left chest.

Then he saluted with the highest courtesy reserved for the Pope and said,

"Gui Mei pays his respects to Senior!"

His posture and actions sent a tidal wave through everyone's hearts. They were unable to calm down for a long time.

But the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the cushion at the center of the arena didn't respond.

The atmosphere grew awkward.

Gui Mei felt embarrassed, but he didn't dare act recklessly.

After all, Yue Guan and he had both suffered at the man's hands yesterday.

At that moment, Lin Feng still had his eyes closed.

He slowly spoke. "What is it?"

Gui Mei's face brightened. Excitedly, he said,

"Reporting to Senior, I have come under the Pope's orders."

"I'm here to invite Senior to visit the Pope Palace!"

His words sent another uproar through the crowd.

No one had expected that the person they'd been discussing for so long

was a great figure whom the Pope of Spirit Hall held in high regard.

Yan watched the scene, regretting it so bitterly that his guts turned green.

Xie Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief and cast a pitying look at his friend Yan.

Thank goodness it was Yan who'd made a move, not him.

When Lin Feng heard the word "Pope," he opened his eyes.

Then he closed them again and said coolly, "Not interested."

Everyone sucked in a sharp breath.

A Titled Douluo had been sent by the Pope to extend an invitation, and it had been refused.

It was a slap in the face to Spirit Hall—and to the Pope.

Even Xie Yue and Yan looked angry.

Gui Mei's expression turned as ugly as could be.

He hurriedly said,

"Senior, why don't you think it over? I..."

But before he could finish,

Lin Feng, seated on the cushion, shouted impatiently,

"Get lost!"

A terrifying surge of energy swept across the entire arena.

It was supreme and unstoppable, as if it could destroy everything.

Even though the energy weakened greatly after leaving the arena,

it still became a storm that swept in every direction.

Everyone in the square below the Soul Ancestor level staggered backward, their faces pale.

Suddenly, a man's cold, furious voice rang down from the sky.

"Ghost Elder, how can you let this man act so arrogantly?"

"He dares to look down on the Pope and the authority of Spirit Hall!"

"When someone doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth, you should teach him a lesson!"

"Eighth Soul Skill: Void Shadow!"

The Spirit Hall elder Ghost Leopard Douluo had arrived, standing high in the sky.

Nine Soul Rings rose beneath his feet as he unleashed his level 93 Soul Power.

Countless black silhouettes gathered in the space within a hundred meters.

Bearing an unstoppable force, they slammed into the Arena Formation.

Gui Mei, standing below the arena, turned pale. He had no time to stop him.

He could only release his Soul Power to form an energy barrier,

protecting everyone in Spirit Hall's square so that no innocent bystanders would be hurt.

Then, amid a burst of metallic clanging and thunderous crashes,

the Arena Formation remained unbroken.

Instead, the Ghost Leopard Douluo in the air was struck by the rebound.

He fell from the sky, coughing up blood and left utterly frail.

"Ghost Leopard Douluo!"

Gui Mei hurried over and checked his injuries.

His expression turned grave as he quickly channeled his Soul Power to treat him.

In an instant, the entire square fell utterly silent.

Everyone stared at the gravely wounded Ghost Leopard Douluo, teetering on the brink of death.

Even a level 93 Titled Douluo couldn't break through the formation's defenses.

When they looked once more at the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the cushion at the center of the arena, respect rose in their hearts.

They finally understood why Ghost Douluo Gui Mei had addressed the man as "Senior" and treated him with such respect.

In the crowd, Yan looked at the Ghost Leopard Douluo, who was barely clinging to life.

He swallowed hard. Now he understood why Gui Mei had said he was lucky to have gotten away with his life.

But just as everyone stood in shock,

Lin Feng opened his eyes and smiled faintly.

"Feng Xiaotian, since you're here,"

"stop hiding and come up to accept the Star Official Challenge!"

With a wave of his hand, he sent out a mysterious surge of energy.

A man below the arena, dressed in a blue outfit

and wearing a black mask, was wrapped up and carried onto the arena.

Everyone's gaze was drawn to him.

A dark red-haired woman cried out in concern, "Xiaotian!"

Xie Yue and Yan were the first to react. They recognized Feng Xiaotian, who had been carried onto the arena.

They also recognized Huo Wu of Blazing Fire Academy, who stood below it.

Three years earlier, they had crossed paths a few times at the Continental Elite Spirit Master Tournament.

After everyone looked at Huo Wu, they turned back to Feng Xiaotian on the arena in disbelief.

They hadn't expected someone to be carried up when even a Titled Douluo couldn't break through the formation's defenses.

And what exactly was the Star Official Challenge?

Feng Xiaotian looked at the silver-haired man sitting cross-legged on the cushion before him.

He felt as if the man could see right through him, and fear surfaced in his eyes.

He turned to leave the arena, but the formation had trapped him. He couldn't get away.

Lin Feng reminded him,

"Feng Xiaotian, take out the Lucky Star Feather you obtained."

"Begin the Star Official Challenge."

"During the challenge, you can receive all sorts of unexpected rewards."

"Of course, you can choose not to believe me."