Qin Zheng, Is a God!? (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

At that moment.

An utter, deathly silence enveloped the entire Spirit Hall plaza.

Everyone stood frozen in place, eyes wide as they stared fixedly at the pure white barrier in the center of the plaza.

Within the barrier.

Bibi Dong's body remained in that bizarre state between human flesh and energy.

Neither rising nor falling, neither living nor dead.

The Pope of Spirit Hall.

A Rank 99 Limit Douluo.

The bearer of twin martial souls.

The inheritor of the Rakshasa God Trial.

Titles that were enough to make anyone across the entire Douluo Continent tremble now seemed so pale and powerless.

Because their esteemed Pope had actually, right here in Spirit City, right in Spirit Hall's headquarters, been...

Sealed by a youth who looked no older than seventeen or eighteen?

Who would believe that if it were told?

How laughable!

How absurd!

Yet the truth lay right before their eyes, leaving them no choice but to believe it.

"Gulp..."

No one knew who had swallowed.

The sound was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent plaza.

Immediately afterward.

As if triggering a chain reaction, sharp inhales rose one after another.

"Gasp—!"

"Her... Her Holiness the Pope... was sealed?!"

"H-how is that possible?! That's Her Holiness the Pope! A Rank 99 Limit Douluo!"

"She was... sealed just like that? It hadn't even been ten breaths, had it?!"

"My heavens... What did I just see? Am I dreaming?"

"Who exactly is that youth?!"

Whispers spread across the plaza like a tide.

Every face was filled with horror and disbelief.

They had lived for so long, yet this was the first time they had witnessed such a terrifying fight.

No, it could not even be called a fight.

This was simply a one-sided crushing!

Before that youth, Her Holiness the Pope had not even possessed the strength to fight back!

Wasn't that far too terrifying?!

And compared to the shock of the ordinary soul masters.

The six titled Douluo elders on the other side of the plaza were even more dumbfounded.

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

The six elders stood rigidly in place, the expressions on their faces shifting from initial mockery, to solemnity, then shock.

Finally... they turned entirely into fear.

They had thought this would be a great battle.

After all, they had heard more or less of Bibi Dong's strength.

Twin martial souls, and her ninth soul skill, an immortal body—an existence that was nearly impossible to counter.

No matter how strong that youth was, they had thought it would take at least dozens of exchanges before victory could be decided.

But reality delivered them a resounding slap across the face.

From the moment Qin Zheng made his move to the moment Bibi Dong was sealed.

Not even ten breaths had passed!

Ten breaths!

A mere ten breaths!

A Rank 99 Limit Douluo—even if affected by a god trial—was still Rank 98, one of the strongest beings in the world!

And now she had been sealed just like that?!

Th-This was far too absurd!

"Th-That's impossible..."

Porcupinefish Douluo muttered to himself, his obese body trembling violently as cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

He rubbed his eyes hard, thinking he had seen wrong.

But the pure white barrier, and Bibi Dong trapped within it, unable to move, told him that it was all real.

"Her Holiness the Pope... was actually defeated?"

Ghost Leopard Douluo's face had gone deathly pale, even his voice trembling.

He was incredibly fast, renowned throughout the entire Elder Hall.

Yet at this moment, he did not even have the courage to flee.

Because he knew that before such a terrifying being, no matter how fast he ran, it would be useless.

If the other party wanted to kill him, it would take no more than a raised hand.

"Could it be... could this youth... be a god?!"

A god?!

The moment that word was spoken, all six elders shuddered!

A god?!

That was right!

Other than a god, who else could so easily defeat a Limit Douluo?!

Who else could so easily seal Bibi Dong's immortal body?!

Only a god!

Only a true god could accomplish such a thing!

But... weren't gods all in the God Realm?

How could one appear on the Douluo Continent?!

And... in the form of a youth?!

The six elders looked at one another, each seeing deep fear and disbelief in the others' eyes.

If this youth truly was a god...

Then they had just... attacked a god?!

Wasn't that courting death?!

Just as the six elders' thoughts ran wild and terror overwhelmed them, a calm voice suddenly rang out beside their ears.

"What are you thinking about?"

The voice was not loud, yet it exploded beside the six elders' ears like thunder!

"!!!"

The six elders' bodies suddenly stiffened!

Horror!

Utter horror!

They abruptly turned their heads toward the direction the voice had come from.

Only then did they see that, at some point, Qin Zheng had already arrived not far in front of them.

The youth stood tall and straight.

His black dragon robe fluttered in the wind, and his incomparably handsome face showed neither joy nor sorrow.

Only those deep, pitch-black eyes gazed calmly at them.

That gaze was so indifferent, as though he were looking at six corpses.

"An-Ancestor..."

Porcupinefish Douluo was the first to react.

Without the slightest hesitation, he dropped heavily to his knees with a thud!

"Ancestor, spare us! Ancestor, spare us!"

He repeatedly kowtowed, smashing his forehead heavily against the bluestone ground with dull bangs.

"We were blind and ignorant, and offended Ancestor's divine might! Please show mercy, Ancestor, and spare our lives!"

Once there was a first, there was naturally a second.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

A succession of kneeling thuds rang out.

The other five elders all dropped to their knees!

They repeatedly kowtowed, their foreheads bleeding from the impacts, yet they did not dare stop for even a moment.

"Ancestor, spare our lives!"

"We truly did not know your identity before, Ancestor! If we had known, even if we had a hundred times the courage, we would never have dared raise a hand against you!"

"Yes, Ancestor! We were bewitched as well, which was why we acted rashly and offended you!"

"Please, Ancestor, for the sake of all the years we have worked ourselves to the bone for Spirit Hall, spare our lives!"

"We swear that from now on, we will follow wherever you lead, Ancestor! We will never harbor any other intentions!"

"We are willing to serve you like dogs and horses, Ancestor, without a single word of complaint!"

The six elders begged for mercy all at once, their voices trembling with utter fear and reverence.

They were truly terrified.

Even His Holiness the Pope had been sealed with ease.

What were a few insignificant Titled Douluo like them?

As long as they could live.

Forget submission—even if they were made to work like oxen and horses, they would be willing!

Qin Zheng lowered his gaze toward the six elders kneeling below and begging for mercy. There was not the slightest ripple in his dark eyes.

It was as though he were looking at six ants.

He did not even have any interest in being angry.

They were merely a pack of fence-sitters.

"You want to work for me?"

His calm voice slowly rang out.

It carried a trace of indifference, and a trace of amusement.

The six elders froze for a moment before exploding with joy!

Was there... hope?!

The Ancestor was... willing to give them a chance?!