Actions Match Words, With Your Positions, You Have No Right to See Me. Go Back and Call Bibi Dong to See Me!

The next moment.

Just as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had expected.

Qin Zheng's advancing steps suddenly came to a halt.

He stood quietly where he was.

The next second, he slowly turned around.

"Bibi Dong?"

There was no anger, no severity, no ripple of emotion on that incomparably handsome face.

Only an utter calm.

Yet beneath that calm lay the indifference of one looking down upon ants, along with faint but absolute disdain and revulsion.

Qin Zheng's dark, profound eyes casually swept over the two kneeling figures. His thin lips parted, and his cool, detached voice echoed across the entire plaza.

"An outsider holds control over the current Spirit Hall."

"I do not approve."

"Her orders may command the elders, but they cannot command me. As for you two, your strength is lacking, your temperament is lacking, and your abilities are even more lacking."

His tone remained even.

"With your seniority and soul power, you are not qualified to speak with me."

"For the sake of your status as 'Spirit Hall elders,' I will spare your lives."

"Go back and have Bibi Dong come see me herself."

"As for now, you may get lost."

The instant his words fell, an imperceptible trace of dragon might suddenly erupted!

BOOM!

An invisible, overwhelming force instantly swept over the two of them. The immense pressure that had tightly bound them abruptly transformed into a crushing impact.

Two miserable, muffled groans rang out at the same time.

As though struck by an ancient divine mountain, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were both sent flying off the ground, crashing backward in utter disarray.

Pfft—!

The two slammed heavily onto the ground more than ten zhang away, leaving shallow cracks in the bluestone pavement.

Blood poured wildly from the corners of their mouths. The soul power throughout their bodies had completely collapsed, and their radiant soul rings instantly dimmed.

They did not even have the strength to climb back to their feet.

Extreme misery and pallor filled their faces.

The entire plaza fell deathly silent.

Everyone was completely stunned. The last trace of doubt in their hearts vanished, leaving behind only bone-deep awe and shock.

Qin Zheng did not cast so much as another glance at the two of them. He merely tightened his hold on Qian Renxue's little hand, his tone turning gentle once more.

"Xue'er, let's go."

At the same time.

On the ceremonial viewing platform at the western side of Spirit Hall Plaza.

Five figures stood quietly at the edge of the platform.

At their head, Azure Luan Douluo's brows drew together slightly. His gaze had remained fixed on the black-robed figure walking away slowly while holding Qian Renxue's hand.

Only after that figure had completely disappeared before the white marble steps of the Papal Palace did he slowly withdraw his gaze, his eyes churning with indescribably complicated emotions.

Beside him stood Lion Douluo. After seeing Qin Zheng leave, he could finally no longer hold himself back. In a deep, rumbling voice, he broke the silence, his words brimming with agitation.

"Arrogant! That brat is far too arrogant!"

"He clearly knows that Chrysanthemum Pass and Ghostly Charm, those two ingrates, are Bibi Dong's trusted confidants, yet he still dared to let them go back just like that?"

"Now we're in trouble. In less than half an hour, those two will surely embellish today's events and report everything to Bibi Dong!"

"When that time comes, how could it only be Bibi Dong? The Grand Worshipper will definitely have to step in personally! And it may not even stop there—those people from the Elder Hall may come too!"

The more he spoke, the angrier he became. His palm, as large as a fan, slammed heavily against the stone railing of the platform, sending stone chips scattering downward.

"Two Rank 99 Ultimate Douluos, plus that group of Titled Douluos from the Elder Hall who follow Bibi Dong's every command—what exactly is that brat thinking?"

"Could it be that he really intends to fight every Titled Douluo currently in Spirit Hall one by one?"

At this point, he abruptly turned to look at the others beside him.

"Are we just going to watch? Golden Crocodile has already followed him. If they really start fighting, can he handle it alone? Besides... if that brat truly is the one from the forbidden grounds... should we go lend a hand in advance?"

After Lion Douluo finished speaking, the platform once again fell into deathly silence.

Light Plume Douluo rolled a snow-white plume between his fingertips, his narrow phoenix eyes slightly narrowed. His gaze swept over the Spirit Hall disciples in the plaza, who were still shaken with fear, but he did not respond.

Thousand Jun Douluo and Demon Subduing Douluo rubbed their bowl-sized fists, yet neither spoke.

It was not that they did not want to answer.

It was that they did not dare.

As core figures of Spirit Hall's Consecration Hall, they knew better than anyone the secrets hidden away in Spirit Hall's records, passed down only by word of mouth among the consecrators.

Two thousand years ago.

Spirit Hall had not yet become what it was now, constrained by the two great empires and several major sects.

Back then, Spirit Hall had a Saint Son of extraordinary talent, surnamed Qin and named Zheng.

They still remembered the era recorded in those ancient texts.

That Saint Son had traversed the entire Douluo Continent alone.

Any sect, empire, or soul beast clan that dared show even the slightest disrespect toward Spirit Hall was razed to the ground by him alone.

He had forcibly driven every sect of that era into sealing its gates, leaving them too afraid to step beyond their mountain entrances.

Even the emperors of the two great empires had to bow and pay their respects upon seeing him.

They respectfully addressed him as the "Qin Emperor."

Not an emperor, yet greater than one.

That had been the most glorious and prosperous era in Spirit Hall's history.

The entire continent had bowed beneath Spirit Hall's might. Why would they have needed to make their young master conceal his identity and infiltrate the depths of a palace as they did now?

But that had, after all, been two thousand years ago.

No matter how glorious the records in those texts were, they had long since turned into the dust of history—mere legends the consecrators sighed over after drinking.

Light Plume Douluo let out a soft sigh, his voice carrying a trace of bewilderment and disbelief. "Living for two thousand years... how could that be possible?"

"Only by becoming a god can one transcend life and death. Yet the records clearly state that the Qin Emperor rejected the godhood back then and sealed himself within a forbidden land."

"He was neither a god nor a soul beast. How could he possibly have lived for two thousand years?"

His words struck at the point that troubled everyone most.

It was not that they did not believe in the Qin Emperor's legend. They simply did not dare believe it.

If that black-robed youth truly was the Qin Emperor from two thousand years ago, truly returning to the world as Spirit Hall's patriarch, what would that mean?

It would mean that the current balance of power within Spirit Hall would be completely overturned!

Whether it was the Elder Hall controlled by Bibi Dong or the Consecration Hall overseen by Qian Daoliu, every bit of power, status, and privilege would undergo an unprecedented reshuffling.

Where would that leave old monsters like them, who held such high status and authority in the Consecration Hall?

Qian Daoliu had been Spirit Hall's foremost figure for countless years. Could he truly lower his head willingly and call a youth who looked only seventeen or eighteen "Patriarch"?

With their own interests at stake, no one dared rashly take that step.

Should they help the Second Consecrator?

Or help that "Patriarch"?

What if they recognized the wrong person? What if that youth was merely an impostor who had appeared from who knew where? Their actions today would amount to openly betraying Spirit Hall and the Grand Consecrator, Qian Daoliu. When that happened, they would not even know how they died!

But what if it was real?

The Qin Emperor's methods from two thousand years ago were enough to make them shudder just from reading the records. If they truly chose the wrong side, the consequences would only be worse.