An ant, yet unaware!

Only Poison Douluo thought otherwise. He was an old man with no sect or school, living deep in the forest.

His wariness of Spirit Hall was nowhere near as deep and heavy as that of Ning Fengzhi and the others at present.

Thus.

After Qian Chenming made his uncompromising declaration, Poison Douluo made up his mind and immediately acted.

As long as he took Xiao Wu away, the Shrek group outside the Pope's Palace would no longer be in any danger. This was the best solution under the circumstances.

Presumably.

Qian Chenming, who acted with reason and justification, would not vent his anger on the others out of irritation.

But the instant Dugu Bo moved, a cold snort exploded like thunder beside his ears.

Dugu Bo grunted, twisting halfway around in midair as the Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor instantly possessed him.

Little did he know that Qian Chenming, aware of every slightest movement, had already silently released his Divine Envoy Domain.

The instant golden light flashed, it permeated the entire plaza outside the Pope's Palace.

The golden light was not dazzling, but it carried an oppressive force that chilled people to the bone.

Dugu Bo's Jade Phosphorous Serpent Emperor possession was only half complete, its emerald scales just appearing on his skin, when he seemed to strike an invisible wall.

His entire body hung in midair, his limbs rigid, unable to move even a finger.

"What... is this power?"

Dugu Bo's pupils contracted sharply.

He had roamed the continent for decades, seen the Martial Soul Avatars of Titled Douluo, and experienced the pressure of Super Douluo above rank ninety-five, but the power before him was completely beyond his understanding.

The golden light seemed alive as it spread along his meridians, sealing every pathway through which Soul Power flowed.

Dugu Bo gritted his teeth and tried to drive his Soul Power through the blockade, but every assault was like a clay ox sinking into the sea. The golden light did not budge; instead, it tightened around him.

Qian Chenming stood at the center of the golden light. He had not even raised a hand, merely watching Dugu Bo struggle in midair.

"Poison Douluo, I recognize that your cultivation did not come easily, so I have only restrained your movements without damaging your foundation."

"But if you act rashly again, the next time the golden light enters your body, it will do more than simply seal your Soul Power."

Then.

Qian Chenming narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze passing over Dugu Bo and settling on the Shrek group.

Dai Mubai, Tang San, Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, and the others had all entered combat readiness, Soul Rings lighting up beneath their feet one after another.

Even Flender, Yu Xiaogang, and Liu Erlong, the members of the Golden Iron Triangle, had released their respective Martial Souls.

Flender spread his wings, the Iron Triangle's Martial Soul Fusion Skill poised to launch.

He stared at Qian Chenming, his voice hoarse but firm. "Your Holiness, if you want to lay a hand on Xiao Wu, you will have to step over the corpses of us from Shrek first."

Tang San stood in front of Xiao Wu, several hidden weapons already held between his hands, as Blue Silver Grass quietly spread from beneath his feet.

He said nothing, but his eyes said everything.

There was no retreat from this battle.

Watching this, Qian Chenming suddenly curled his lips into an inscrutable smile and merely waved his hand.

He was in no hurry to act himself, because the true protagonist had yet to appear.

At that moment.

Having received their orders, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo had already moved first.

Soul Rings emerged beneath their feet as the two Titled Douluo made their entrance before everyone's eyes.

"A chrysanthemum and a little ghost. You think the likes of you can hurt my son? Get lost!"

Yet just then, a deep voice suddenly rang out, as though exploding in the air.

It was not loud, but the domineering force within it made everyone's body tremble involuntarily.

Tang Hao had arrived!

Hearing that voice, Tang San jerked his head up, his eyes shining with delighted surprise.

With a deep, explosive boom, the two Titled Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, were actually hurled back like cannonballs.

Both their expressions changed drastically.

Then.

Under everyone's gaze, a dark figure no different from a beggar was already standing quietly in midair.

A tattered robe, bronze skin, and messy hair like a chicken's nest...

"It's Tang Hao!"

For a moment.

The vast Pope's Palace seethed with commotion.

Ning Fengzhi and Sword and Bone Douluo all brightened.

He truly was the man who had single-handedly defeated Spirit Hall's former Pope, Qian Xunji.

Even now.

He was still just as domineering!

As Hao's number-one brainless fan, Yu Xiaogang was so excited that even the corners of his mouth trembled.

"His Excellency Haotian! Wonderful, it's His Excellency Haotian!"

He nearly dropped to his knees.

There was no helping it.

His Excellency Haotian's entrance was simply too impressive.

This was the very scene dreamed of by a man like him, who had only broken through rank thirty at fifty.

Flender and Liu Erlong also smiled faintly. "It looks like the youngsters can be saved."

At that moment.

High in the sky, Tang Hao stood proudly, a piercing gleam bursting from his yellowed eyes as his gaze locked onto the unruffled Qian Chenming before the Pope's Palace.

So young.

His strength was probably even less impressive than that of the former Pope, Bibi Dong.

Someone like this.

He could take on ten of them.

"Wonderful."

Tang Hao was overjoyed inwardly. In the past, he could only demolish Spirit Hall Branches to vent his anger over his years of wandering.

Today.

He would tear this Spirit Hall down!

Below.

Qian Chenming stood with his hands behind his back, golden light slowly flowing around him like a layer of invisible armor.

The instant Tang Hao appeared, the entire Pope's Palace fell silent for a moment.

His tattered robe rustled in the wind, his tangled hair covering half his face, but his yellowed eyes were like fire-tempered iron, scorching enough that no one dared look straight at them.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan climbed up from the ground and stared coldly at Tang Hao.

"Tang Hao, you really dared to come!"

"Of course!" Tang Hao took a step forward.

Inside and outside the Pope's Palace, countless Soul Masters sucked in a cold breath.

He raised his right hand, and the enormous Clear Sky Hammer appeared out of thin air, its body black as ink and covered in dark red patterns.

"Today, not only have I come, I'm tearing this Spirit Hall down before I leave."

As those words fell.

They inevitably provoked hostility from Spirit Hall's bishops and Soul Masters.

But intimidated by Tang Hao's terrifying strength, no one dared act rashly for the moment. Everyone turned toward Pope Qian Chenming, who presided at the center.

Watching this, Qian Chenming sighed softly. "An ant, yet unaware, imagining it can shake heaven and earth."

Tang Hao scoffed at his words. "You're just a nobody. I'd be worried people would accuse me of bullying a youngster if I hit you."

"But since you're from Spirit Hall, I'd beat you even if you were a three-year-old!"

With that.

Soul Rings slowly rose from beneath Tang Hao's feet, one after another.

The Soul Rings did not rise quickly, but with each ring that appeared, the expressions of Spirit Hall's Soul Masters grew graver.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red.

When the nine Soul Rings emerged, especially as that red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring shone between heaven and earth.