Emperor Xue Ye rose.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo followed close behind.
Huyan Zhen hesitated in his seat for a moment before slowly rising and walking toward Platinum Bishop Salas.
Platinum Bishop Salas saw Huyan Zhen approaching.
He chuckled softly.
The arrogance on his face vanished at that moment.
It made one wonder whether his earlier swagger had been a deliberate act.
"Your Excellency."
"Did you call me out here because you have instructions for me?"
Huyan Zhen's manner carried a hint of ingratiation.
The Elephant Armor Sect had no Titled Douluo of its own and could only rely on its allegiance to Spirit Hall to maintain its position among the Seven Great Sects. Besides, compared with the Heaven Dou Empire, Spirit Hall was undoubtedly the most suitable backer for him.
"Yes. I need you to get rid of that youngster."
"Who?" Huyan Zhen's face filled with astonishment. He had never expected Salas, the dignified head of the Martial Soul Temple and one of the four bishops, to say something like that.
Although the Lower Four Sects acted for profit, they were relatively open and aboveboard in their conduct. Huyan Zhen clearly would not stoop to using his strength to bully a junior before a competition. He would not even consider it.
"The Imperial Fighting Team's captain. The one dressed in crow blue."
Seeing the hesitation on Huyan Zhen's face, Salas immediately offered a promise. "That boy is no ordinary person. Others may not see it, but I have discerned a few clues."
"That boy... is more terrifying than anyone who competed today."
"He may well have surpassed Spirit Hall's geniuses when they were his age."
"If he had simply picked some rubbish academy to join, that would have been one thing."
"But he just had to enter Heaven Dou