Boom—
As the roar faded, the entire training ground of Clear Sky Castle had been leveled, and violent killing intent raged across it.
Around it, Clear Sky Sect disciples lay dead or wounded from the shockwave of killing intent. Those with weaker Soul Power had exploded into sprays of blood.
When the dust settled, the surviving disciples clearly saw that the figure who had descended from the sky was a black-haired young man.
One Soul Ring after another slowly rose beneath the young man's feet.
"Crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold, crimson-gold. Nine rings—a Titled Douluo?"
One disciple spoke in a trembling voice. Others buckled under the Titled Douluo's pressure, their legs giving way as they collapsed to the ground.
With his former Soul Ring Configuration and his Purple-Gold Papal Robe, the Clear Sky Sect disciples present might have recognized him as Su Qi, the legendary Spirit Hall Pope said to have the potential to become a god.
But now all nine of his Soul Rings were crimson-gold. Even those who recognized Su Qi stared in disbelief.
At least his purple-gold robe confirmed to the Clear Sky Sect disciples that he was indeed the Pope.
An older Clear Sky Sect disciple looked at his fellow disciples, reduced to sprays of blood all around him, and clenched his fists in hatred. He knew he was too weak to make a reckless move.
Forcing down his fear and anger, the disciple cupped his hands and bowed to Su Qi. "This junior is Tang Long, the senior disciple of the Clear Sky Sect's third generation. May I ask what brings Your Holiness to our sect?"
"Can't you tell?" Su Qi clasped his hands behind his back. "The feud between your Clear Sky Sect and Spirit Hall runs as deep as the