Then I'll Take It Myself.
Lin Xia's gaze, sharp as a knife, fell upon Yu Xiaogang's final struggle.
"Give it back! Your stain is too great; our Spirit Hall cannot bear such a stain!"
"Your stain is not only academic, but also a stain on your character! You abused the privileges granted to you by your teacher, acting arrogantly and domineeringly in various Spirit Hall Branch, and even using them to suppress and eliminate dissidents."
"These actions have long deviated from the elders' original intentions and tarnished the reputation of the Spirit Hall! You are a stain on the Spirit Hall's reputation! Therefore, the token must be revoked!"
Although Yu Xiaogang knew that Lin Xia was framing him, he felt he couldn't really refute her!
Because he had indeed gained considerable benefits from this token.
Lin Xia's words completely shattered Yu Xiaogang's last remaining psychological defenses!
Stripping him of his status as an honorary elder of the Spirit Hall is tantamount to severing his last substantial connection with the Spirit Hall!
This also means that the protection bestowed upon him by Bibi Dong has completely disappeared! Without this protective shield, what is Yu Xiaogang?
A notorious theoretical fraudster, a useless person with level 29 Soul Power!
He will be completely exposed to the light of day, losing his last shield!
One can imagine how many enemies the countless Soul Master Academy that were harmed by his flawed theories would attract, all seeking to curry favor with the Spirit Hall and face the Holy Son's reckoning!
Thinking of this, Yu Xiaogang naturally didn't intend to hand it over, so he directly said:
"Why should I? What power do you possess?"
"Even if you are the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, you have no right to strip me of my position as an elder. After all, this Honorary Token was personally given to me by the current Pope Bibi Dong. Unless the Pope himself comes, you cannot take it away!"
After saying this, Yu Xiaogang thought to himself, Bibi Dong if Lin Xia were the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong would not treat him this way, so what was he afraid of!
The instant Yu Xiaogang finished speaking, the moment a faint glimmer of hope flashed in Tang San's eyes, and the moment everyone in the hall held their breath, their gazes involuntarily drawn to the mysterious screen beside Crown Prince Xue Qinghe—
"Oh?"
A clear, authoritative female voice, like a cold spring flowing from an iceberg, carrying the unquestionable absolute will of someone who has long held a high position, suddenly Infiltrator the silent air!
The voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone present, as if carrying some strange magic, instantly suppressing all the whispers and doubts!
At the sound, the figure standing silently behind the screen, draped in a wide black cloak, moved.
She didn't use any Soul Power to exert pressure; she simply took a step forward.
With each step he took, it was as if the light in the entire hall shifted its focus.
Swish!
She raised a hand, as perfect as if carved from white jade, and gently lifted the wide hood covering her head.
The hood slipped down, revealing a face that instantly plunged the entire hall into a deathly silence!
That face was breathtakingly beautiful, yet chillingly cold to the bone!
Her dark eyebrows slanted sharply towards her temples, with a piercing arc.
A pair of deep purple eyes, as if containing the illusion of stardust, were calm and still at this moment, so deep that they seemed to suck one's soul into a cold Abyss.
Her nose was straight and delicate, and her lips were pressed into a straight line devoid of any emotion.
Her skin glowed with a luminous sheen under the lamplight, yet it exuded an aloofness and nobility that Norman.
What's most unbearable to look at is the small, yet symbolic, Nine-Bend Purple-Gold Spirit Hall above her forehead, crafted from countless precious gems and mithril— Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown made of countless precious gems and mithril!
The aura of a ruler, imposing without anger!
The air in the entire hall seemed to freeze completely at that moment!
Time stopped!
Everyone forgot to breathe!
Whether they were ordinary nobles or scholars, or even the three education committee members Meng Shenji, Bai Baoshan, and Zhilin, who were at the level of Contra Douluo, or even the Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, the moment that purple-gold crown was revealed, they all felt a tremor and awe from the depths of their souls!
"The Pope... by Bibi Dong Majesty the East?!"
Someone, with a trembling voice filled with extreme horror, broke the absolute silence.
Whoa--!!!
Like a nuclear bomb being dropped on a calm lake!
The entire hall erupted in cheers!
Everyone instinctively stood up!
The Soul Master bowed deeply in reverence!
The three members of the teaching committee of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy bowed deeply, their foreheads almost touching their knees!
The aristocracy's composure and pride vanished at that moment! Only shock and fear remained!
Bibi Dong!
The current Pope of the Spirit Hall!
One of the most powerful and unfathomably strong peak experts in the Douluo Continent!
He actually came to Heaven Dou City in person!
And they've been hiding within this Crown Prince's banquet all along?!
Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been struck on the head by a bolt of lightning! He looked up abruptly, and when that face, which had haunted his distorted dreams countless times, now appeared cold and unfamiliar like a god looking down on an ant, his mind went blank!
His body trembled violently, even more violently than when Lin Xia had interrogated him, as if he were about to fall apart at any moment.
He wanted to open his mouth, to call out that name, to question, to beg for mercy... but his throat felt like it was being tightly gripped by an invisible hand, and he could only let out a series of gasping sounds.
Tang San was struck as if by a heavy blow, his face instantly turning deathly pale!
He looked at the woman who seemed like a goddess descending to earth, yet exuded boundless majesty, and then at his teacher beside him, who was like a rag doll, covered in blood and with a vacant look in his eyes. An indescribable sense of absurdity and a chilling fear swept over him!
He understood!
I understand everything!
Why is Lin Xia so fearless?
Why are you pressing so hard?
So... so the ultimate judge has always been behind the scenes!
He watched quietly from behind the screen!
Watching the teacher being stripped of his last shred of dignity like a clown!
And the teacher... actually foolishly attempted to use the Pope's name to oppose the Pope?!
Bibi Dong's gaze didn't linger on Yu Xiaogang for even a second longer.
He was as if he were just an eyesore of dust on the roadside. Her gaze calmly swept across the entire scene, like a king surveying his territory, and finally landed on Lin Xia.
When her gaze fell upon Lin Xia, a barely Frisk hint of warmth and... appreciation flickered deep within her icy, bottomless purple eyes.
Like a wisp of hot spring flowing silently beneath the Ice Seal surface of a lake, it moves so fast that no one can detect it.
Then, she raised her flawless hand.
There was no fluctuation of Soul Power, and no dazzling light.
He simply made the most basic gesture—spreading his five fingers, palm facing upwards, towards Yu Xiaogang.
Bibi Dong's voice rang out again, still cold and majestic, without any ripples, yet carrying the power of divine law that her words were law and could not be questioned.
"Then I'll take it myself."
The moment the words left his mouth, an invisible, overwhelming force suddenly descended!
"Ugh--!"