Crushed by the rules

Snake Lance Douluo reached out and pushed open the door.

The heavy palace doors slowly opened, making a deep, resonant sound.

A heavy, solemn atmosphere wafted over me.

This grand Worship Hall is far more magnificent and ancient than the Pope Hall.

Giant pillars rise straight to the towering dome, their surfaces shimmering with light and inscribed with Angel incantations. A soft golden holy light envelops the entire palace, washing away all superficiality and leaving only the sacredness and majesty that have been precipitated by time.

The jade floor was so smooth it reflected the image inside the hall.

The hall was completely silent.

At the deepest part of the hall stands a pure gold Six-Winged Angel statue over ten meters tall, its eyes lowered as it looks down over the hall, its divine light flowing and suppressing the entire area.

Qin Chuan stepped into the palace.

Just then, the shadows in front of the statue began to slowly shift.

A figure emerged from the shadows.

Her silver hair was as white as snow, hanging down her shoulders and back. She wore a pure white Angel God robe that was spotless, simple and ancient, yet it exuded supreme divinity.

His back was straight as a pine tree, without the slightest sign of old age or hunchback.

He was constantly surrounded by a faint golden Angel Divine Light, unassuming yet possessing a divine pressure that suppressed all mortal souls; his demigod-like aura was innate.

Qian Daoliu.

Snake Lance Douluo: "Greetings, Great Enshrined."

Qin Chuan's first words upon entering were. "I heard you're planning to smash up my Game Hall?"

Upon hearing this, Snake Lance Douluo thought he had misheard. He turned around abruptly to look at Qin Chuan, his eyes filled with shock.

The air in the Worship Hall suddenly froze.

Qian Daoliu's gaze fell on Qin Chuan.

"Um?"

His voice was calm, but the temperature in the entire hall seemed to drop.

"Hmph! You're Qin Chuan?"

"Exactly." Qin Chuan stood still, without taking a single step back.

Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed slightly.

Snake Lance Douluo stepped forward, pointing at Qin Chuan: "Qin Chuan, how dare you! You dare to kneel before the Great Enshrined!"

Qin Chuan glanced at him. "Excuse me, but I'm not a dog of the Worship Hall. What reason do I have to kneel?"

The Snake Lance Douluo's face flushed crimson. "You..."

Qian Daoliu raised his hand, signaling Snake Lance Douluo to be quiet.

He stared at Qin Chuan, his gaze turning cold, and a murderous aura surged forth.

"You, Qin Chuan." His voice remained calm, but every word was like an ice dagger. "I heard that my granddaughter has recently become obsessed with your Game Hall, saying she's even the Game Hall manager at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy. Is that true?"

"Not bad." Qin Chuan nodded.

"That's right." Qian Daoliu took a step forward. "Xiao Xue is so stubborn because of you. For her future, you have no choice but to die!"

Qin Chuan suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hahaha..."

Laughter echoed in the empty hall.

Snake Lance Douluo's hand had already reached for the Snake Lance at his waist.

A cold glint flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes.

Qin Chuan stopped laughing and looked at Qian Daoliu: "I think you're getting senile."

Qian Daoliu raised an eyebrow.

Qin Chuan continued, "If you remain so stubborn, you'll only drag the Spirit Hall down and cause your granddaughter's death."

"Firstly, I hand over a large portion of the profits from my Douluo Game Hall to the Spirit Hall. And isn't the Spirit Hall's money used for your food, drink, and other necessities at the Worship Hall?"

"Secondly, you had Qian Renxue impersonate Xue Qinghe to infiltrate the Heaven Dou Imperial Family family and seize power, ostensibly to prepare for the Angel God Trial. Did you consider her own safety?"

"You want to cultivate her skills in power struggles, human manipulation, and strategic thinking? My Game Hall has it all. It can help her level up, hone her skills, and it's safe too."

"You don't even thank me, and you want to cause trouble?"

"Nonsense!" Qian Daoliu's voice turned cold.

Just then, footsteps sounded outside the hall.

Six figures walked in from outside the door.

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, Qian Jun Douluo, Demon Subduing Douluo.

They had come here to discuss something, but instead they saw a young man standing in the center of the hall.

"Great Enshrined." Several people bowed in succession.

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at Qin Chuan: "And this is...?"

"Traitor!" Qian Daoliu said coldly, "Just send someone out and kill them, so they won't get in my way."

"Huh?" Several people were unaware of the situation.

Only Snake Lance Douluo understood, and he winked at everyone.

Then everyone realized what had happened.

Someone recognized him.

Golden Crocodile Douluo narrowed his eyes. "Isn't this the Saint Son of the Spirit Hall?"

Even the Qian Jun Douluo recognized him. "Great Enshrined, this is Qin Chuan, the Saint Son appointed by His Holiness the Pope."

Qian Daoliu remained silent.

At this moment, Qin Chuan burst into laughter again. "Hahaha, now that everyone's here, let's all come at once!"

The words had barely left his mouth.

A pale golden light spread out from beneath Qin Chuan's feet.

In the Game Domain, open!

"Sixth Soul Skill, 123 Wooden Man!"

The Clown Dwarf leaped out of Qin Chuan's palm, somersaulted in mid-air, and the bells on his hat jingled.

"Game started!"

The rules quickly came to mind.

Strike first!

Qin Chuan's body vanished instantly, reappearing beside the wall at the edge of the Worship Hall.

With his back to everyone.

"One, Two, Three, Red Light!"

He finished reading and immediately turned around.

Four players on the field moved.

Snake Lance Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, Demon Subduing Douluo, Qian Daoliu.

The four people froze instantly, turning into wooden figures from head to toe.

The remaining four— Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, and Qian Jun Douluo— did not move.

But they had already moved forward quite a distance, and were less than ten meters away from Qin Chuan.

Qin Chuan breathed a sigh of relief.

If they were given another chance to turn around, they'd probably pat me on the back, and I'd be frozen in place.

However, they no longer had a chance.

Qin Chuan grinned, looking at Qian Daoliu who had turned to a statue. "A bunch of trash, daring to talk back to me!"

Qin Chuan walked around the Worship Hall, his footsteps echoing in the empty space.

The four Super Douluo stood there, not daring to move.

Cold sweat beaded on Golden Crocodile Douluo's forehead. He could feel his Soul Power surging within him, trying to break free from this invisible constraint, but he couldn't do it at all.

This rule is too domineering.

If you move even slightly, you'll turn into a wooden statue.

Azure Luan Douluo's pupils shrank to slits. He was an agility-type Titled Douluo, and speed was his advantage, but now that advantage was completely useless.

Mighty Lion Douluo gritted his teeth and clenched his fists tightly, but dared not move.

Qian Jun Douluo took a deep breath, his eyes fixed on Qin Chuan's back.

Qin Chuan walked up to Qian Daoliu and looked up at the wooden figure.

Qian Daoliu's five senses and six perceptions were still intact. Although his eyes could not move, his heart was filled with killing intent.

"Great Enshrined, now you know how powerful I am, right?" Qin Chuan chuckled.

He doesn't give people permission to speak, and it's rare for them to listen.

Qin Chuan turned around, looked at the remaining four people, and activated his Soul Skill again.

"Seventh Soul Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"

A mask flew out of his palm and stuck to his face.

The mask was pure black, revealing only the eyes and mouth. A smiley face was etched on the mask, but the smile looked somewhat eerie.

When Qin Chuan put on the [God of Drama Mask], his aura changed.