For a time, the entire continent was shaken by it, and countless people were in an uproar.
Voices of doubt, exclamation, and fear are endless.
But whether they believe it or not, since Spirit Hall dares to announce it in such a big way, then there is a high probability that it is true!
The name Lin Ye resounded throughout the Douluo Continent overnight!
His reputation even overshadows many Titled Douluo who have been famous for a long time!
And the second message that followed made everyone feel chilled to the bone.
Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, one of Upper Three Sects, is surrendering collectively?!
This is simply more shocking than Tang Hao being killed!
That is the top sect that has been passed down for hundreds of years! Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen, even the powerful Soul Grandmaster at level ninety-five, even the ordinary Titled Douluo is no match for him!
Such a behemoth would actually choose to surrender without a fight?
Spirit Hall, how powerful has it become?
How terrifying is that Holy Son named Lin Ye?
Fear began to grip the hearts of all forces.
The landscape of the mainland is about to change!
A month goes by in a blink of an eye.
During this month, the entire Douluo Continent has been in a strange calm.
But everyone knows that this is just the calm before the storm.
Spirit City, this holy land in the heart of the mainland Soul Master, has become more lively than ever in this month.
There are more than ten times the number of guards in the city than usual.
Every street is cleaned spotlessly. Spirit Hall knights can be seen patrolling everywhere. They are all wearing heavy armor and have a strong imposing manner, making everyone who enters the city feel a sense of awe from the bottom of their hearts.
Today is the day when Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan officially swears allegiance to the Spirit Hall.
It is also the day when Spirit Hall shows his strength and fangs to the entire continent.
Early in the morning, a long queue formed outside the city gate of Spirit City.
Sect representatives and kingdom nobles from all over the mainland received the "invitation" sent by the Spirit Hall, which made them sleepless and uneasy.
No one dares not to come.
Because everyone knows that this so-called "viewing ceremony" is actually a Hongmen Banquet.
It is Spirit Hall who is forcing everyone to take sides!
At the front of the procession, several luxuriously decorated carriages were particularly eye-catching.
The window of one of the carriages was gently pushed open a crack, revealing a graceful but dignified face.
It is Sect Master, Ning Fengzhi of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
"Fengzhi, it seems we came to the right place today."
An old and powerful voice sounded inside the carriage.
The speaker was an old man wearing a simple gray robe and a figure as tall as a sword.
He just sat there quietly with his eyes closed, giving people a feeling that was so sharp that it could pierce the sky.
Sword Douluo, Chen Xin.
"Yes, Uncle Jian." Ning Fengzhi smiled bitterly,
"Spirit Hall This battle is really big. Just at the gate of the city, I can sense the auras of no less than five Soul Douluo level people."
"Humph, more than that."
Bone Douluo Gu Rong, who was sitting on the other side, snorted coldly, his sunken eye sockets shining with fear.
"In the dark, there are at least two Titled Douluos staring at us. These Spirit Halls are trying to intimidate us."
Ning Fengzhi sighed and said nothing.
His gaze crossed the long queue and landed not far away on another team of people who were also waiting to enter the city.
Everyone in that team was wearing blue costumes, with a domineering blue electric dragon embroidered on their chests.
The leaders were two imposing middle-aged men.
One is Yu Luomian who was severely injured by Lin Ye in the Papal Palace and stepped on and humiliated.
The other one had a gloomy face and eyes filled with humiliation and unwillingness Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan Sect Master, Yu Yuanzhen!
At this moment, Yu Yuanzhen no longer had the domineering attitude of Beast Martial Soul sect Sect Master, the number one sect in the world in the past. He just stood there in silence, exuding a sense of decadence and death.
Ning Fengzhi looked at him with mixed feelings in his heart.
Once upon a time, Upper Three Sects were in the same spirit and joined the branches, advancing and retreating together.
But now, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has become the "chicken" used by the Spirit Hall to scare the monkeys.
He understands the meaning of dying lips and cold teeth.
But... does he still have a choice?
Ning Fengzhi's mind couldn't help but think of the information about Lin Ye that the spies sent back a month ago.
Level 85 Soul Douluo.
Seventh, Eighth Soul Ring, double hundred thousand years!
Single kill Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao!
Every message weighed him down.
This is no longer a genius, this is a monster! This is an evildoer!
Facing such a monster, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, what can you do to contend?
Just when Ning Fengzhi was worried, there was a commotion ahead.
Spirit City The heavy city gate slowly opened.
A team of Temple Knights wearing golden armor walked out of it with neat steps and lined up on both sides.
Immediately afterwards, a bishop in red sang loudly:
"The time has come! Welcome all distinguished guests to the city to watch the ceremony!"
The crowd began to move forward slowly.
Yu Yuanzhen and Yu Luomian looked at each other and saw deep humiliation in each other's eyes.
But they have no choice.
Yu Yuanzhen took a deep breath and took that heavy first step.
The venue for the ceremony is located in the huge square in front of the Papal Palace.
At the end of the square is a high platform made of white marble.
On the high platform, there is an extremely luxurious papal throne studded with gems.
When all the guests stood in the designated areas, a solemn bell rang throughout Spirit City.
"Dang--!"
"Dang--!"
"Dang--!"
The nine ringings of the bell represent the highest level of courtesy.
Then, under the gaze of everyone, a figure slowly walked out of the Papal Palace.
She wears a purple gold crown, a luxurious papal robe inlaid with gold threads, holds a scepter, has a beautiful face, and a noble and majestic temperament.
It is the Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong!
Behind her, there were two people.
The one on the left is a tall girl in black with a cold face, but she can't hide her peerless appearance and hot figure.
It is Zhu Zhuqing.
The one on the right is a young man with a tall build and a handsome face that makes all the men present jealous.
He was wearing a black and gold outfit, with black hair shawl, eyes indifferent, and an expression that was half-smiling.
He just walked there casually, but attracted everyone's attention.
He is Lin Ye!
"Welcome His Holiness the Pope!"
"Welcome His Highness the Holy Son!"
In the square, tens of thousands of the Spirit Hall and Soul Master all knelt down on one knee, and the sound like a roaring mountain and a tsunami went straight into the sky!
That momentum made all the guests who came to watch the ceremony feel frightened.
Ning Fengzhi's pupils shrank suddenly.
His eyes were firmly fixed on Lin Ye.
Is this the legendary Spirit Hall Son?
So young!
What a strong aura!
Just standing there gave him an unfathomable terrifying pressure!