What is Hegemony? My Name, Qin Zheng, IS Hegemony! (Seeking Follow-ups)

Qian Daoliu was still holding on bitterly.

He stood before the angel statue, his entire body trembling, his expression grave.

The soul power of a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo surged wildly as he tried to withstand that terrifying pressure.

Yet even so, his body trembled slightly.

His knees bent little by little.

As though he would fall to his knees at any moment!

He clenched his teeth hard, veins bulging across his forehead as cold sweat streamed down.

He had clearly reached his limit.

Yet he still had not knelt.

It was not that he did not want to.

Rather...

He could not kneel.

Because he was Spirit Hall's Grand Worshipper, the spokesperson of the Angel God.

If he knelt, he would completely lose any standing to speak before Qin Zheng.

But...

How long could he endure?

Qian Daoliu did not know.

He only knew one thing.

This ancestor's strength was far more terrifying than he had imagined.

Was this... truly power that a human soul master could possess?

What level had the ancestor reached by now?

Deep terror and helplessness rose within Qian Daoliu's heart.

For a time.

The entire Spirit Hall plaza fell into deathly silence.

Only the wind howled past their ears.

And...

The heavy breathing of the crowd.

Everyone kept their heads lowered, staring fixedly at the ground.

None of them even dared to breathe too loudly.

Overwhelming terror washed over them like a tide, drowning them completely.

Who objected?

Who dared to object?!

No one dared.

No one.

Because they knew.

The fate of anyone who objected would be the same as Snake Spear Douluo's.

Not even a corpse left behind.

At the center of the plaza.

Qin Zheng looked at the crowd kneeling below him. Not a ripple stirred in his dark eyes, as though he were looking at a swarm of ants.

He slowly withdrew his pressure.

"Buzz—!"

That utterly terrifying pressure abruptly vanished.

Like a tide, it had come swiftly and receded just as swiftly.

"Phew... phew... phew..."

The moment the pressure dispersed, everyone let out a long sigh of relief.

They collapsed onto the ground, drenched in cold sweat as they gasped for air.

It was as if they had just passed through the gates of hell.

Too terrifying!

This was truly too terrifying!

Just then, they had genuinely thought they were going to die.

Before the angel statue.

Qian Daoliu let out a long sigh of relief as well.

He staggered back several steps, nearly collapsing to the ground.

Fortunately, he caught hold of the angel statue beside him and barely managed to steady himself.

"Huff..."

He gasped heavily, cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

His face was as pale as paper.

For that brief moment, he had truly thought he would not be able to hold on.

Thankfully...

The ancestor had withdrawn his pressure.

Qian Daoliu raised his head and looked toward the black-robed figure at the center of the plaza, his eyes filled with utmost reverence and horror.

Too strong.

Far too strong.

So strong that... he could not muster even the slightest thought of resistance.

Was this... the Qin Emperor who, two thousand years ago, had been granted the title of "Emperor"?

He could hardly imagine it.

In that era, who else could have contended against such a peerless genius?

Just then.

Qin Zheng slowly withdrew his gaze and turned toward the other side of the plaza.

There, a pure white barrier stood silently.

Within the white wall, Bibi Dong still maintained that bizarre state of being half-human and half-energy, neither rising nor falling, neither alive nor dead.

Her energy form flickered faintly, clearly still struggling frantically.

Yet no matter how she activated her soul power, she could not shake the white wall in the slightest.

Qin Zheng looked at the white wall, and not a single ripple stirred in his pitch-black eyes.

He slowly raised his right hand, his long, fair fingers curling lightly.

"Come here."

The two indifferent words carried a trace of cold detachment.

The instant his words fell!

"Bzzzz—!"

The pure white Formless Wall suddenly moved!

As though it had come alive, it carried Bibi Dong within it and slowly floated toward Qin Zheng!

Inside the white wall.

Bibi Dong had still been struggling wildly.

But suddenly, she felt the entire barrier moving.

She jerked her head up and looked ahead.

The moment she saw the black-robed youth, Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply!

He... what was he trying to do?!

"No... don't!"

Bibi Dong screamed, frantically driving the remnants of soul power within her body as she tried to break free from the invisible restraint.

But her soul power had long been suppressed by the Formless Wall until almost nothing remained.

At this moment, she could barely even maintain her energy form, much less break free.

She could only watch helplessly as the white wall carried her, drifting step by step toward Qin Zheng.

Like a lamb awaiting slaughter, led around by the nose.

That sense of helplessness nearly drove Bibi Dong mad!

She was the Pope of Spirit Hall!

She was a Level 99 Limit Douluo!

She was the inheritor of the Rakshasa God Trial!

How could she... how could she be summoned and dismissed like some object at another's whim?!

"Qin Zheng! Let go of me!"

Bibi Dong's cold, piercing voice echoed frantically within the white wall.

But the Formless Wall cut off all sound.

Not a single sound could be heard outside.

In the square.

Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at the slowly moving white wall.

Their eyes were filled with shock and curiosity.

Was that... Her Holiness the Pope?!

He had summoned Her Holiness the Pope over... What was the old ancestor planning to do?!

For a moment, everyone held their breath.

The tension had reached its peak.

"Bzzzz—!"

The white wall finally stopped before Qin Zheng.

Within the white wall.

Bibi Dong's energy form churned violently; she was clearly furious beyond measure.

She glared at the black-robed youth outside the wall, overwhelming fury and unwillingness surging in her eyes.

Qin Zheng lowered his gaze to the dark green energy figure within the wall, and not a ripple stirred in his pitch-black eyes.

It was as though he were looking at an object.

"Bzzzz—!"

He lightly tapped with a fingertip.

The Formless Wall rippled faintly.

The next moment, Bibi Dong's voice could finally be heard.

"Qin... Qin Zheng!"

Bibi Dong's voice brimmed with utter fury and humiliation.

"I am the Pope of Spirit Hall!"

"You can't treat me like this!"

"You..."

She wanted to say more.

But before she could finish.

"Too noisy."

Qin Zheng spoke indifferently, his voice calm and unruffled.

The instant his words fell!

"Bzzzz—!"

The Formless Wall rippled once more!

This time, it was not unsealing her voice.

It was... completely blocking it!

"No—!"

Bibi Dong had her mouth open, still frantically saying something.

Yet not a trace of sound reached the outside.

Her voice had been completely sealed within the white wall by the Formless Wall!

All they could see was her energy form fluctuating violently. She was plainly furious beyond measure, yet utterly powerless.

That stifled frustration, that helplessness...

Just watching it was enough to make one feel uncomfortable.

In the square.

Everyone watched this scene, a chill running through their bodies.

Her Holiness the Pope... had just had her voice sealed away?!

Even her right to speak had been taken from her?!

Th... This was way too domineering!

Yet no one dared utter a single word of objection.

Strength reigned supreme.

That was the iron law of Douluo Continent.

Whoever had the bigger fist had the final say.

Clearly, Qin Zheng's fist was far bigger than they could ever imagine.