The Silver Dragon King Led Them All to Beg for an Audience?

Spirit City, the Rear Mountain behind the Worship Hall.

One day later.

Su Chen stood at the top of the bluestone steps. His Soul Power had recovered to seventy percent.

Chu Yao's Jade Phosphor Detoxification Pill had cleared his lingering injuries. The Golden Ancient Trees' origin would slowly make up the rest.

Seventy percent was enough.

He looked up.

The Angel God Temple towered before him. Two figures hovered in the air, blocking his path.

Qian Daoliu, a Level 99 Peerless Douluo.

Golden Crocodile, a Level 98 Peak Douluo.

The six generals of the Abyss Court stopped.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. He did not need to release his Spirit Rings. The pressure of a Limit Douluo descended, and the surrounding space seemed to freeze.

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked down, his voice calm but allowing no argument. "This is sacred ground for a god's inheritance. Only Su Chen may enter. Everyone else stays here. Not one step farther."

Mo Qianye raised his head. Blackfire surged from his fingertips, and the phantom of the Nine Netherworld Phoenix flickered behind him.

Jiang Tieyi stepped forward, crushing the bluestone beneath his foot. The Savage Ancient Ape's vital energy roiled through him, and his bones cracked like firecrackers.

The six generals faced Golden Crocodile Douluo without yielding an inch.

Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted. The full pressure of his Level 98 cultivation poured down.

The air twisted violently. A fierce wind pressed against the six generals' backs.

The bluestone cracked inch by inch, and shattered fragments flew upward.

Su Chen took one step forward.

Beneath his feet, a Spirit Ring blazed to life.

Not black.

Not red.

A dazzling shade of dark gold.

The light of a Two-Hundred-Thousand-Year Ferocious Beast Spirit Ring shot into the sky. The entire Rear Mountain turned