Spirit Hall Shaken! Threat Level-Higher Than Tang San!

Spirit City, Pope Hall.

When the hall doors were pushed open, the Soul King guards on duty smelled blood.

Not ordinary blood.

It was black blood vomited from the internal organs after Soul Power backlash—its stench was so thick it could be smelled from ten paces away.

She Long's entrance could hardly be called walking. It was closer to an uncontrolled fall.

His left foot stepped forward, his right dragged behind, and his knees trembled every time they bent.

His left arm hung limply at his side, completely numb below the elbow.

The armor over his chest had shattered into several pieces, exposing blackened flesh through the cracks.

Those were burns from the energy backlash after his martial soul had shattered, scorching layer by layer into his flesh as though he were being slowly roasted from within.

With every step he took, another wet, bloody footprint appeared on the Tang-brick floor.

Seven people sat within Pope Hall.

Bibi Dong sat at the head, scepter in hand, her posture upright.

Three red-robed bishops sat on each side, in the midst of deliberations.

The moment She Long crossed the threshold, every sound stopped.

Not because they had been interrupted.

Because they had been frightened into silence.

She Long.

Snake Lance Douluo.

A Rank 93 Titled Douluo.

One of Spirit Hall's elders.

Yet now, like a snake with its spine crushed, he collapsed to his knees in the center of the hall.

He did not bow.

It was not that he did not want to. His knees simply could not support him, and he slammed down directly.

The sound of bone striking the Tang bricks was crisp. All six red-robed bishops heard it clearly.

"Where is Demon Bear?"

Bibi Dong spoke.

Only three words, without any extra emotion.

She Long's lips moved, but