The Holy Son, Jiang Baiyu

Just as everyone held their breath, preparing to see how this newly Holy Son would deal with the attack.

The young Holy Son in the arena merely raised his eyes slightly, his expression calm and unwavering, without the slightest ripple.

Jiang Baiyu raised her long, slender, fair fingertips and gently pointed at the overwhelming attack coming at her.

A deep, resonant, and ancient sound echoed softly throughout the hall.

The Shennong Cauldron, suspended in mid-air, trembled slightly, and a wisp of life-giving Daoist energy descended.

A clear, resonant sound echoed throughout the square.

The moment they came into contact with the cauldron's light, the three of them almost simultaneously coughed up blood and flew backward, crashing onto the edge of the arena, completely powerless and unable to even stand up.

Looking at the three people lying powerless on the platform, Jiang Baiyu didn't even glance at them, simply saying indifferently, "That's it?"

The moment the words fell, the entire Spirit Hall ceremony fell into a deathly silence.

A moment later, a deafening roar of exclamations erupted!

"... How is that possible!"

"That was the Golden Generation, and they were instantly defeated!"

"And the three of them joined forces!"

"He didn't even use his Soul Skill!"

"What level of monster is this?!"

The crowd was instantly in an uproar when they saw Jiang Baiyu defeat the three men so easily. They knew that the Golden Generation was no pushover!

They represent the strongest of the students trained by the Pope's generation!

They represent the face of the new generation of the Spirit Hall and the Pope's reputation!

Jiang Baiyu's seemingly casual movement was actually a slap in the face to the Pope!

That's why some people secretly glanced up to look at Bibi Dong's expression.

As everyone expected, the Pope throne is now...

Bibi Dong's originally bright face turned completely somber.

A shadow instantly fell over her stunningly beautiful face, and a deep melancholy and solemnity swept across the depths of her purple eyes.

Beneath the tall Pope robes unseen by the crowd, Bibi Dong's hands were already clenched into fists, her palms bleeding from the effort.

She knew all too well the strength of the Golden Generation; they were the future of the Spirit Hall, whom she had personally nurtured and placed high hopes on—they were her students.

And Nana is someone she considers like a daughter.

At this moment, however, he was so easily and decisively crushed and annihilated by a young man casually selected by the Worship Hall.

Even with all her restraint, the gloom on her face could no longer be concealed.

The atmosphere was incredibly tense at that moment.

On the other hand, look at Qian Daoliu on the side.

After witnessing Jiang Baiyu defeat the Golden Generation with a single move, this level 99 Peerless Angel Douluo slowly smiled and looked at everyone with interest.

He knew what Bibi Dong was thinking, but he needed to carefully observe what the other forces on the continent thought of Jiang Baiyu.

Thinking of this, he looked at Jiang Baiyu, who was calm and composed on the arena, his eyes filled with admiration:

"The husband my own granddaughter found for me is indeed quite good."

At this moment, a cardinal who was standing nearby came to his senses and quickly called to a few people to carry the three members of the Golden Generation off the stage.

Jiang Baiyu stood in the center, his golden and green Holy Son gleaming in the light, perfectly complementing the Shennong Cauldron behind him. He spoke, his tone gentle and calm:

"Gentlemen, is there anyone who still believes that my position as Holy Son was obtained illegitimately, or that the Great Enshrined's judgment was poor? Jiang Baiyu here today invites you all."

His tone was calm and gentle, as if he were chatting casually with everyone, but his words revealed an unyielding sense of responsibility!

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi secretly marveled, "This new Holy Son has mastered the Spirit Hall's domineering aura perfectly! He's truly a born leader."

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but start pondering:

With a guy like Jiang Baiyu around, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will probably have to live under the shadow of the Spirit Hall's power during his lifetime.

He missed the opportunity to befriend and bet on this person before, so now he needs to cultivate a good relationship with this Holy Son.

At this moment, however, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's seats were filled with barely suppressed elation.

At this moment, Yu Yuanzhen's smile never stopped. Even the group of Blue Electronic disciples had their lips curled up, and the elders looked at each other and laughed, nodding repeatedly.

Their young master and Jiang Baiyu were good friends. As long as they maintained their relationship, the stronger Jiang Baiyu became, the more achievements Yu Tianheng, as Jiang Baiyu's follower, would surely attain.

Just then, a pale green mist slowly drifted in, and at the same time, birdsong emanated from the poisonous cloud, carrying a noble and pure aura.

Everyone looked up.

A streak of emerald green light streaked across the sky, heading towards the Spirit Hall Plaza.

"Dugu Bo, how dare you!" Yue Guan shouted shrilly upon seeing this aura, and was about to fly with the Gui Mei to meet Dugu Bo.

Indeed, the person who arrived at this moment was none other than Poison Douluo, Dugu Bo.

At this moment, his robes fluttered, and his expression was unusually serious. He didn't even glance at Yue Guan and Gui Mei; his gaze remained fixed solely on Jiang Baiyu.

Facing Yue Guan and the other two, his Martial Soul flashed, unleashing a mighty dragon that instantly sent them flying back.

"How is this possible!" Yue Guan and his companion were caught off guard and were forced to retreat by Dugu Bo. However, this also demonstrated that Dugu Bo's strength had greatly increased.

"I'm here today to support that kid Jiang Baiyu."

Dugu Bo's voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the square.

"Although we haven't known each other for very long, you are one of the few people I'm willing to admit I admire."

The entire room fell silent.

Dugu Bo, due to his Martial Soul, is cold to his family and friends, rarely forming deep friendships, and even less likely to give face to anyone in public. Coupled with his terrifying strength, capable of wiping out any force to the point of leaving only Titled Douluo, he has become increasingly eccentric.

But at this moment, the way he looked at Jiang Baiyu was not like he was looking at a strange prodigy, but rather like he was looking at his own junior.

Jiang Baiyu raised his eyes, his expression calm. "Old Poison, what brings you here?" That single address was enough to convey his familiarity.

Dugu Bo chuckled softly and raised his hand to point towards the horizon.

The birdsong resumed.

Its wings are outstretched, its pure white feathers are spotless, its neck is long and elegant, its eyes are intelligent, and it is surrounded by a faint light of the sky and clouds.

Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast, the Holy Light Swan.

This beast is noble and aloof, Spirituality, recognizes the strong, and once it submits, it will never leave its side.

Dugu Bo said calmly:

"Now that you've become the Holy Son, you need a good mount."

"This Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Light Swan is Soul Beast I've been searching for for a long time. With your talent and ability, I'm sure you can make it recognize you as its master. This is my congratulatory gift to you."

He looked at Jiang Baiyu with a faint smile, "Today, I have come specifically for you."

"This Soul Beast, whether as a gift or a test, what do you say?"

After saying that, he actually let go and put the Soul Beast down.

The group was shocked. This Old Poison was truly wicked. No matter what, the Holy Light Swan was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. If they weren't careful, it could hurt them!

To everyone's surprise, the Swan flew directly to Jiang Baiyu Jiang Baiyu's side as soon as it left his grasp, its elegant neck gently nuzzling against him in a seemingly affectionate manner.

Upon seeing this, Dugu Bo laughed heartily, "Good lad!"

After saying that, he cupped his hands towards Qian Daoliu, "Greetings, Great Enshrined. I also like this lad Jiang Baiyu very much. Please forgive my uninvited visit."

Qian Daoliu said calmly, "It's alright, all who come are guests." After he finished speaking, a guard led Dugu Bo aside.

On the Pope platform, Bibi Dong's fingers were almost embedded in the armrest of her chair. She looked at the posture between Dugu Bo and Jiang Baiyu, her purple eyes growing even colder.

One Jiang Baiyu was already troublesome enough. Add to that Dugu Bo, the Ten -Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Light Swan, and... the smiling Qian Daoliu beside him.

Today's ceremony has completely slipped out of her control.

But Qian Daoliu seemed oblivious to Bibi Dong's gloomy expression.

He gazed at the pure white Swan, then at the boy in the moment, his smile deepening.

"Dugu Bo's gift is very thoughtful."

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly.

"The Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Light Swan, is a celestial pride, a companion to the Holy Son, and in accordance with the will of Heaven."

He looked at Jiang Baiyu and solemnly announced:

"Jiang Baiyu, from this day forward, you are the Chief Holy Son of my Spirit Hall."

This Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Light Swan, blessed by the heavens, will serve as your companion, accompanying you to and from the sacred land, witnessing the path of the Holy Son.

As soon as he finished speaking, a golden light suddenly descended.

Angel God radiance poured down from the high platform, landing between Jiang Baiyu and the Swan. The Ten-Thousand-Year Heavenly Light Swan, lowered its head and sang softly, its wings half-spread, as if it were submitting to him.

Under this radiance, the aura blessed by the Angel God within Jiang Baiyu surged dramatically, and an Angel Phantom appeared behind him.

The position of the Holy Son is truly deserved.