You want me to apologize? Are you worthy? (Seeking reads)

"You people are truly noisy."

Qin Zheng finally spoke, his voice calm and even.

The bickering elders abruptly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze snapped back to the throne, settling on the black-robed youth sitting motionlessly upon it.

Porcupinefish Douluo stepped forward. Short and stout, with soul power surging around him, he lifted his chin at Qin Zheng.

"Kid, considering your young age, it's no small feat that you possess such strength. I wouldn't want to see you die before your time."

"Take my advice. Get the hell down from the Pope's throne right now, kneel before Her Holiness, and offer a respectful apology."

His tone carried undisguised menace.

"Her Holiness is magnanimous. Given your youth and ignorance, she may at most cripple your soul power. That way, you can at least keep your life."

"Otherwise..."

Porcupinefish Douluo glanced at the six Titled Douluo of equal rank behind him and sneered.

"If all of us attack together, we won't be able to hold back. Whether you end up crippled or dead... that's hard to say. When the time comes, don't blame me for not warning you."

Though he called it "advice," it was naked intimidation.

In his view—

So what if this youth could suppress Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo?

At this moment, seven Titled Douluo had gathered here.

And Bibi Dong, who had begun her divine trials, stood behind them.

Under such circumstances, let alone a mere youth, even an Ultimate Douluo would have to weigh the consequences.

"Hmm?"

Qin Zheng raised his eyes, his dark and profound gaze settling lightly on Porcupinefish Douluo.

"You want me to apologize?"

His voice was soft.

There was no anger in it, no fluctuation, yet Porcupinefish Douluo's heart inexplicably tightened.

But seeing everyone behind him, Porcupinefish Douluo immediately regained his courage and nodded heavily. "Nonsense! You barged into the Papal Palace, profaned its authority, injured elders, and offended Her Holiness. Shouldn't you apologize?"

Qin Zheng did not look at him again. His slender fingers rested lightly on the cold armrest before slowly lifting.

His distinct index finger passed over all the elders below, passed over Golden Crocodile Douluo, and pointed directly at Bibi Dong, who stood at the front with an icy expression.

His fingertip pointed from afar at the current Pope of Spirit Hall.

"Then what about you?"

Qin Zheng's gaze swept across the seven Titled Douluo below. His tone remained calm, even carrying a hint of indifferent laziness.

"Do you also want me to apologize to her?"

His posture was relaxed, his tone casual.

Was he really asking whether he should apologize?

He was clearly asking—

Did they have the right to make him apologize?

The faces of the seven Titled Douluo instantly darkened.

Having reached the realm of Titled Douluo, how could any of them be fools?

They could dismiss Qin Zheng's first question as the ignorance of youth.

But asking a second time was naked provocation.

He was slapping every one of them across the face!

"Arrogant!"

Snake Spear Douluo strode forward. The Snake Spear martial soul appeared in his hand, its spearhead aimed at Qin Zheng, while his eyes were as cold and venomous as a serpent's.

Then he turned and cupped his hands heavily toward Bibi Dong, his voice ringing out.

"Your Holiness! This boy has no respect for his elders, has profaned Spirit Hall's laws, and has offended the Pope's dignity. His crimes are unforgivable!"

"Please permit this subordinate to act and kill this wicked brat on the spot, to uphold Spirit Hall's discipline!"

Bibi Dong remained where she was, her icy gaze fixed firmly on Qin Zheng atop the throne. As she watched that finger pointing at her from afar, the killing intent in her eyes nearly solidified.

She had controlled Spirit Hall for many years. When had she ever suffered such provocation?

Some brat who had appeared out of nowhere dared point fingers at her?

If she endured this now, what right would she have to remain Pope?

"Granted."

The icy word left her lips without the slightest warmth.

"Bzzzt—!"

The moment the words fell, Snake Spear Douluo's soul power erupted explosively!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black!

Nine soul rings rose one after another beneath his feet.

The brilliant glow of the soul rings instantly illuminated the entire Papal Palace.

Ninety-second-rank soul power surged forth!

At the same time.

The other six Title Douluo all took a step forward!

Porcupinefish Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo...

The seven Title Douluo did not hesitate in the slightest, unleashing their martial souls at the same time!

Seven torrents of incomparably powerful soul power shot into the sky.

Nine soul rings flickered around each of the seven figures.

The overwhelming pressure of seven Title Douluo stacked atop one another, crushing down upon Qin Zheng seated on the throne!

Before coming here, they had already prepared to join forces against him.

After all, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo being instantly suppressed was a lesson right before their eyes. None of them was arrogant enough to believe they could defeat this mysterious youth alone.

"Brat!"

Snake Spear Douluo was the first to move!

His body shot forward as the spear in his hand tore through the air with a piercing shriek. His seventh soul ring suddenly lit up, and his Martial Soul True Body activated in an instant!

The spear expanded dozens of yards long, blue-violet light flowing around the curved spearhead as it stabbed straight toward Qin Zheng's heart!

"You're sitting in a place that doesn't belong to you. Get the hell down!"

The fierce attack carried boundless killing intent, sealing off every possible path of retreat for Qin Zheng!

"No!"

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted sharply!

She watched the seven terrifying streams of soul power sweep toward her ancestor, watched that poisoned spear aimed straight at his heart.

Her little heart felt as though a hand had clenched around it viciously, leaving her breathless in an instant.

She did not know where she found the courage.

There was no time to think. Her petite body suddenly rushed forward!

The nine-year-old girl spread her slender arms like a fledgling protecting its nest, resolutely blocking the front of the throne, standing at the very center of all the attacks!

Her golden eyes were full of urgency and determination. Her little face was pale as paper, yet she gritted her teeth and spoke word by word.

"You're not allowed to hurt Ancestor!"

She knew her ancestor was powerful. She knew he could easily suppress Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.

But there were seven Title Douluo on the other side!

They were the core strength of the entire Elder Hall!

And her ancestor? He had only just awakened!

She was afraid—afraid that her ancestor would be injured because of this, afraid that he would be outnumbered, and even more afraid that this conflict would escalate beyond repair.

She would rather stand here herself, hoping that, for the sake of her being the Young Mistress and the Pope's daughter, these people might hold back a little.

"Young Mistress!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyelids twitched violently, his heart leaping into his throat!

He had never expected Qian Renxue to dare rush out!

That was a combined attack from seven Title Douluo!

Even the aftershock could easily kill a Soul Grandmaster!

He wanted to reach out and pull her back, but it was already too late!

"Young Mistress!?" The other Title Douluo also changed expression, their attacks subconsciously slowing for half a beat.

They could strike the mysterious youth with lethal intent.

After all, if no one acknowledged him, who cared whether he really was their ancestor?

But Qian Renxue was Spirit Hall's Young Mistress, the bearer of a god-level martial soul, Qian Daoliu's own granddaughter, and Bibi Dong's biological daughter!

If they truly injured her, none of them could bear the responsibility!

At the very least, none of them believed they could withstand Qian Daoliu's fury.

In that instant, everyone wanted to withdraw their attacks.

But they had struck with the intention of killing Qin Zheng from the very start.

Even if they tried to pull back now, how much power could they really restrain?

Even if they withdrew ninety percent of their strength and left only one percent behind, the pressure of seven Title Douluo would still directly crush the current Qian Renxue to death!