Beneath Spirit City, a Severed Arm Delivered to the Papal Hall

No more than three days had passed since the ambush in the Canyon, and the large convoy slowly crawled out of the rocky ravine.

Looking into the distance, a seemingly endless expanse of white stone city walls stretches across the horizon.

The wall was about thirty feet high, built entirely of thick, quarried Han White Jade marble, so bright under the scorching sun that it hurt the eyes. On the hilltop in the very center of the city, the golden-roofed Papal Hall Palace rose from the ground like a giant golden sword stuck in the earth, making the houses below look like mud.

Spirit City, the holy land of Soul Master across the continent.

Five hundred Heaven Dou Royal Knights lowered their spears at the front, their horses' hooves clattering on the smooth, mirror-like Plate pavement.

The Platinum Heavy-Armored Guards defending the city parted the gate, creating a two-zhang-wide path. Each of them held their waist swords, their faces taut like iron, and their eyes were filled with undisguised murderous intent as they looked at the Heaven Dou team.

That mess in the Canyon was reported to the Papal Hall by express courier long ago.

The Spirit Hall sent two level 95 Titled Douluo to kill, but they were killed by someone who cut off Ghost Douluo's arm with a single sword strike. Hundreds of elite assassins were also burned to ashes in the fire. This humiliation made all the city's stewards feel a tightness in their chests.

"Wow, this city gate is quite grand, much more impressive than the iron gate of Heaven Dou City."

Ma Hongjun rode on his reddish-brown horse, chewing on dried meat, shouting loudly everywhere, while tossing and catching the Golden Earl Seal bestowed by Xue Ye. This annoyed the knights guarding the gates on both sides so much that their eyes twitched.

"Stop talking nonsense and behave yourself. This is their territory." Dai Mubai tightened the reins, cursing as he spoke, but a sneer of arrogance played on his lips.

Blue Tyrant's large Carriage was parked in the doorway.

Ling Yun lifted the carriage curtain, took a peeled Chinese Crabapple from Xiao Wu's hand, took a bite, and glanced at the top of the city tower.

Several bishops in Red-Robed Bishops stood there, their faces ashen as if they had just swallowed two pounds of lard, their eyes fixed on the carriage, not even offering a welcoming smile.

"Ling Yun, are you really not going to the East Inn with Sect Master Ning and the others?" Flender poked his head out from behind his horse, adjusted his glasses, and asked in a low voice.

"What's the point of hanging out with them? Just to listen to the old man chanting scriptures?"

Ling Yun casually flicked the fruit pit out of the carriage window, where it landed squarely on the toe of a Red-Armored Commander's boot near the doorway.

Just as the commander was about to draw his sword, Ling Yun's deep blue eyes glanced at him sideways through the curtain.

He looked completely ordinary; he didn't display his Martial Soul or activate his Soul Ring.

But the commander felt as if a piece of raw ice had been stuck to the back of his neck, and the hairs on his body stood on end. His fingers, which were gripping the hilt of his sword, became stiff and he could not move. He forced the steel sword, which had been pulled out an inch, back into place and lowered his head, pretending to be blind.

"Find a restaurant with a courtyard on the street to stay at."

Ling Yun leaned back on the cushion, patted the wrinkles in his shorts, and tossed a sentence to Tai Long, who was driving the carriage ahead. "I want a big courtyard, with plenty of food. The fighting in the Arena will be exhausting, so don't skimp on meat."

"Alright, boss!" Tai Long roared, the whip cracking in mid-air, and the cart rumbled into the Spirit City.

On the mountaintop, in a side hall of the Papal Hall.

There were only a few lights on inside, and the wide corridor was as cold and damp as a large ice cellar.

On the high chair in the center sat a woman wearing a black and gold cloak.

She was extremely tall and slender, with her long hair piled high and Purple-Gold Crown symbolizing supreme power on her head. Her fair face showed no signs of age, and her features were exquisite. However, the light shining from her phoenix eyes was colder than the frost on a cold winter night.

Pope Bibi Dong.

On the bluestone floor of the main hall, Gui Mei knelt at the bottom of the steps, its whole body shrouded in black mist and trembling.

Where his right arm used to be, now lay empty. The severed area was tightly bound with a special black cloth imbued with Soul Power, and drops of black blood trickled down the corner of the cloth onto the white jade Plate, Corrosion the stone into several small black pits.

Standing to the side, Yue Guan hung his head, his golden robe wrinkled and crumpled, not daring to even breathe loudly.

"One arm."

Bibi Dong held a Pope's Scepter inlaid with nine large gemstones in her hand, and gently tapped the bottom of the scepter on the Plate.

With a muffled thud, the air in the hall seemed to freeze.

"Two Titled Douluo, leading four Soul Saints and a thousand elite troops, couldn't even scratch the skin of the Heaven Dou Royal Caravan, but ended up leaving their own arms in the Canyon."

Bibi Dong's lips curled into a chilling, mocking smile, her phoenix eyes sweeping over the Gui Mei:

"Ghost Elder, your Agility Attack System legs are getting worse with age."

The Gui Mei figure trembled, its head pounding against the ground with a loud thud, its voice hoarse like a broken gong. "Your His Holiness the Pope forgive me! That old bastard Chen Xin has perfected his Seven Kill Sword Intent! That old serpent Dugu Bo has somehow gained some kind of fortune, his venom has solidified more than three times! More importantly... that brat Ling Yun from the Blue Tyrant Academy, his methods are extremely wicked! He cut through the Soul Saint's iron axe with a single strike, and he even anticipated my sneak Foresight, allowing Chen Xin to intercept it!"

"Strange?"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly and slammed her scepter heavily on the ground, "Fourteen years old, fourth ring of ten thousand years, how could that not be strange? The secret report sent back by Salas has already reached my desk, yet you two old wastes still treated him like an ordinary sect youth and went to fight him!"

Yue Guan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and cautiously took half a step forward. "Your Majesty, the Heaven Dou Caravan has already entered the city. The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Poison Douluo are protecting them closely, so it will be difficult to launch a sneak attack. On the Grand Finals Arena..."

"On the Arena?"

Bibi Dong stood up, her black and gold cloak billowing in the wind, her voice as cold as iron:

"The Arena would be even better. In front of everyone, under the noses of all the Soul Master on the continent, we could crush this arrogant little bastard to death inch by inch, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and Xue Ye wouldn't even be able to utter a fart."

She turned her head and coldly gave an order to the person behind the screen:

"Go and call Xie Yue, Yan, and Nana here."

"The Spirit Hall has nurtured its Golden Generation for so many years, not to teach them to make way for chickens and mud fodder."

He bowed and responded from behind the screen, then his footsteps quickly faded away.

As darkness fell, the stove in a large inn with a back courtyard on Spirit City glowed red-hot.

A whole, fat sheep was placed on an iron skewer, its oil sizzling and dripping into the charcoal fire, releasing a rich aroma of meat.

The entire Blue Tyrant team was gathered in the center of the courtyard. Ma Hongjun was pouring liquor into a bowl from a large copper kettle, while Tai Long was cutting a sheep's hind leg with a sharp ox-ear knife. The aroma of meat mixed with the fragrance of liquor chased away all the fatigue in the courtyard.

Flender and Zhao Wuji sat at the main table, their faces flushed with the taste of fried broad beans. Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu sat close together, each holding a small bowl of hot mutton soup, whispering to each other.

In the shade under the eaves of the back corridor, Tang San sat alone on the steps.

There was a bowl of white rice in front of him, topped with two slices of White Radish boiled in clear broth. He poked at the rice in the bowl with his chopsticks for a long time but didn't touch it.

He pressed the Sinking Silver Mechanism firmly against the inside of his right arm, his knuckles, hidden under his sleeve, were gleaming white, and his eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the dark blue figure by the fire, who was fighting with Xiao Wu over a strip of mutton.

We've arrived at Spirit City.

The Papal Hall is located on a hilltop a hundred feet away.

That massive ambush in the Canyon didn't kill Ling Yun, but instead completely bound Sword Douluo and Ning Fengzhi to Blue Tyrant's chariot.

Tang San clenched his back teeth, making a grinding sound.

He touched the twenty-one poisoned Sinking Silver Needles remaining in his sleeve, and a dark scheme began to grow wildly in the night.

The Grand Finals will be held in the Papal Hall Square, and the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall is no pushover.

The moment Xie Yue and Hu Liena drag Ling Yun into the Demon Charm Red Mist, their entire line of sight is cut off...

That cluster of deadly Poison Sting could silently pierce Ling Yun's vital point, thus conveniently pinning the blame on the Spirit Hall's Demon Charm methods!

'Once you're inside the red mist, let's see who can protect you.'

Tang San picked up the bowl of cold white rice and swallowed it down in large mouthfuls without even chewing, his eyes as cold and hard as two blocks of frozen earth.

And right in the center of the courtyard.

Ling Yun tore off a large piece of crispy roasted lambskin from the iron skewer and stuffed it into his mouth, chewing it until his mouth was full of oil.

He casually pushed a small plate of thinly sliced tender mutton in front of Xiao Wu, his gaze seemingly casually sweeping towards the shadows of the back corridor steps.

Deep within his sea of consciousness, a barely perceptible ripple stirred in the Head Soul Bone.

The rusty smell of the silver mechanism, mixed with the poison of the Yama's Invitation, shone brightly in the boy's Divine Sense, like a guiding lantern in the night, even from three zhang away.

Ling Yun lifted a large porcelain bowl and poured half a bowl of cheap Shaodao Liquor into it. His throat Rollout, and the fiery aroma of the liquor burned down his chest.

He wiped his mouth, his deep blue eyes, illuminated by the glowing embers, revealing a chillingly amused glint.

The Haozi hiding in the back finally managed to clutch all its valuables in its paws.

The Grand Finals... it's time to wipe out this disgusting, upstart creature, along with its entire entourage.