Spirit Hall Flexes Its Muscles, Shocking Everyone!
Thump--
The sound of the bell was very deep and resonant.
Under the influence of Soul Power, it instantly reverberated across Spirit Mountain.
Immediately afterwards.
Then, the heavy tolling of bells rang out again.
"Thump, thump, thump..."
The bell tolled nine times in total.
This signifies the highest level of courtesy and respect bestowed upon the Spirit Hall.
These nine morning bells are only used at the same time for the Pope's coronation or the ceremony to decide the future successor of the Spirit Hall.
The next moment.
It fell to the ground as the bell tolled.
Suddenly, a series of synchronized footsteps echoed from the long corridors on both sides of the square.
"Thump! Thump! Thump!"
Every step.
Everything was very neat and tidy.
This caused the surrounding ground to tremble.
It was the Hall Guard Knights Legion stationed in the core area of the Spirit Hall.
Thousands of heavily armored knights marched into the main arena from the east and west sides of the plaza in extremely orderly square formations.
Each knight wore bright silver armor, with the golden emblem symbolizing the Spirit Hall engraved on their chest, exuding a powerful and solemn aura.
At the front of the formation were several Platinum Bishop dressed in white robes with gold trim, holding scepters and leading the way with solemn expressions.
There was no distracting conversation within the group.
Only the sounds of steel rubbing together and the synchronized footsteps echoed in the air.
Upon seeing this, the expressions on the faces of the representatives of various forces who were originally sitting on the viewing platforms on both sides gradually became solemn.
On the seats of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Ning Fengzhi paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.
Unable to resist, he turned to the Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him and said,
"Uncle Jian, these are just the guards of the honor guard; they are all Soul Ancestor of level 40 or above."
"The team leader, the Platinum Archbishop, is a Soul Douluo powerhouse."
"The Spirit Hall's foundation is far more formidable than we anticipated."
Sword Douluo Chen Xin was equally solemn, and responded softly.
"Um."
"It seems this coronation ceremony is more than just crowning his two children."
"The Pope is still flexing his muscles for the two great empires."
On the other side.
The envoys from the Heaven Dou Empire and several envoys from the Star Luo Empire also considered this point.
He didn't look well.
They couldn't help but exchange glances.
They both noticed the apprehension in each other's eyes.
The cohesion and discipline that the Spirit Hall is currently displaying are unmatched even by the regular elite armies of their two great empires.
If one day...
The two great empires and the Spirit Hall have broken off relations.
The Spirit Hall alone has demonstrated enough strength to crush both empires.
Don't tell me that what you're showing is just what you want them to see.
What about in the shadows?
How much power is the Spirit Hall hiding?
There is also the Elder Hall.
Worship Hall.
It is also teeming with powerful individuals.
In addition, there have been various actions taken by the Spirit Hall on the continent during this period.
It's safe to say they're constantly winning over the hearts and minds of the people.
In an instant.
The envoys from both empires were all heavy-hearted.
Even the two great empires and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect reacted this way, let alone the other forces present.
In an instant.
Everyone's eyes flickered.
Constantly weighing the pros and cons in one's mind.
On the other side.
On the square in front of the palace.
After the Hall Guard Knights phalanx marched to their designated positions.
Just for a moment.
Everyone stopped in their tracks.
Their movements were perfectly synchronized, and the resounding clang of their movements was deafening.
The next moment.
They suddenly raised their spears upwards, then slammed them down in unison.
"Boom!"
A loud bang.
Thousands of knights instantly dispersed into ranks.
Their upright postures, like two impregnable silver walls, completely cleared the way for the central path leading to the altar of heaven.
However, just as everyone was stunned by this solemn and imposing atmosphere...
In mid-air.
Suddenly, another dazzling red light flashed by.
Splash!
A long, bright red robe fluttered in the breeze.
A tall, slender figure gracefully descended from above the Pope's Palace.
This person was dressed in an extremely gorgeous red robe, the surface of which was embroidered with intricate gold chrysanthemum patterns. Her long hair was loose, her eyebrows and eyes were long and slender, and her appearance was even more beautiful than that of many women.
It landed without stirring up a single speck of dust.
It was none other than a Titled Douluo powerhouse.
Chrysanthemum Douluo: Yue Guan!
At this moment, even though most of those present already knew of the existence of this Chrysanthemum Douluo.
But to see him appear in this way with my own eyes.
It still deeply moved me.
At the same time, Yue Guan also slightly raised his chin and scanned the crowd on the viewing platform.
He cleared his throat immediately, and his high-pitched yet extremely penetrating voice instantly filled the entire square.
"Distinguished guests who have traveled from afar."
"Today is a joyous day for our Spirit Hall to inherit the Angel's Glory."
"With Heaven and Earth as witness, Deity above, by the holy will of His Holiness the Pope, the positions of the Saint Son and Saintess have been re-established, to solidify the foundation of our Spirit Hall for all eternity."
This speech was delivered in a very measured and steady manner.
It was all the same old platitudes and platitudes that the major powers were already tired of hearing.
Yue Guan obviously knew this too, so there was no need to waste any more words on it.
After saying only a few words, he suddenly paused, turned slightly to the side, placed his right hand across his chest facing the main entrance of the Pope's Palace, bowed in respect, and his voice rose abruptly, piercing the air.
"The auspicious time has arrived!"
"Welcome, Your His Holiness the Pope-- "
"Boom..."
With Yue Guan's loud shout.
The golden doors of the Pope's Palace, which had been closed in advance, slowly opened inward with a dull creak of turning mechanisms.
At the same time, everyone's gaze instantly shifted away from Yue Guan.
They all looked inwards towards the depths of the Pope's Palace without prior agreement.
Pope's Palace.
As the door opened...
A flood of golden sunlight poured in instantly.
A tall, imposing figure finally emerged slowly from the depths of the main hall.
Qian Xunji wore a Pope crown symbolizing supreme authority, and his magnificent white-gold Pope robe trailed on the ground. In his right hand, he tightly gripped an angel's scepter inlaid with countless jewels.
He was handsome.
His expression was solemn and dignified.
The Soul Power emanating from his entire body was extremely powerful.
It seemed that with each step he took, the air in the entire plaza in front of the palace grew heavier.
Behind Pope Qian Xunji were a group of Titled Douluo and elders from the Spirit Hall.
Gui Mei, She Long, Pufferfish, Demon Bear, Ghost Leopard, and so on.
Each Titled Douluo wore their own title robes, their faces expressionless, their Soul Power concealed.
However, what truly made everyone on the viewing platform's pupils shrink and gasp was not Qian Xunji himself.
Instead, it was beside Qian Xunji.
A stunningly beautiful figure walking side by side.
The woman was extremely beautiful, yet as cold as ice.
She wore a pale purple dress that tightly hugged her voluptuous figure, and although she was also adorned with extremely elaborate and gorgeous jewelry, her long purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, exuding nobility and elegance.
It was none other than the former Saintess of the Spirit Hall:
Bibi Dong!