The bright sunlight shone down on the earth, and under its rays, the Papal Palace appeared even more magnificent, like a divine abode.
In the Papal Palace, two rows of paladin knights lined up from the Papal Palace gates all the way down the mountain. Their gleaming silver armor and heavy swords made the entire Pope Mountain even more majestic.
The eliminated teams have all left, and weren't even allowed to watch the final day's battles. Only the truly strong young warriors are qualified to step onto this square in the Papal Palace.
Early in the morning, the three teams that had made it to the final three were already quietly waiting in the Papal Palace.
The square in the Papal Palace is no smaller than the playing field used in the previous competition. The square square is paved with special stones, which, upon closer inspection, have a faint, lustrous sheen.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!" The three shouts echoed throughout the entire Spirit City like a landslide and a tsunami.
That wasn't just the voice of the orderly rows of paladin knights on Pope Mountain; it was also the cry of all the Soul Master in the entire Spirit City who were forbidden from approaching Pope Mountain. For them, the Pope was the highest faith!
The massive palace doors slowly opened, and the emblems on the two large doors gradually veered off course. Everyone's gaze was unconsciously drawn to the direction in which the doors opened.
Wearing a long, shimmering gold gown from head to toe, a purple-gold crown, and holding a scepter, Bibi Dong, with a solemn expression, was the first to emerge from the Papal Palace. She possessed an ethereal quality, seemingly infinitely tall and imposing.
No one even noticed her stunning beauty. At this moment, she represented only the majesty of the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
The long, shimmering gold gown fit her perfectly, its dazzling fabric sparkling with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones. The purple-gold crown atop her head was even more radiant, all the light converging on her alone at that moment.
At this moment, all members of the Spirit Hall knelt on one knee, saying, "Greetings, Your His Holiness the Pope."
" Sister Dong'er looks beautiful in this outfit. This is how a proper Pope should look." Jun Yi murmured to himself Bibi Dong, who was dressed in such an elegant and beautiful Pope attire.
Just then, Pope Bibi Dong's gaze suddenly turned to Jun Yi, and they met eyes.
After Jun Yi gave her a friendly look, Pope Bibi Dong smiled slightly.
"Ladies and gentlemen, all people are born equal, without distinction of rank or status. Although I am the Pope of the Spirit Hall, I am essentially no different from any of you. This kneeling ceremony should be abolished."
Bibi Dong's gentle yet authoritative voice reached everyone's ears, causing all those present to show surprise before gratefully saying, "Thank you, Your His Holiness the Pope."
Jun Yi's face also showed a hint of surprise. Bibi Dong Dong's words were something he had mentioned to her during a casual chat earlier. At that time, Bibi Dong asked Jun Yi why he seemed to treat everyone the same way, and Jun Yi had replied to Bibi Dong with that same sentence.
Jun Yi was shocked that Bibi Dong would directly repeat what he had said in public; this was blatant plagiarism.
Bibi Dong glanced at everyone present, finally fixing her gaze on Jun Yi.
"I see hope in you. Papal Palace, I hope to see all your talents and strength. The ultimate victor will receive the Spirit Hall's greatest reward." As she spoke, she lightly waved her scepter.
Those were three different objects, none of them large, shaped like skeletons: a right arm bone, a skull, and a left leg bone. They also shimmered with fiery red, pale blue, and dark green light, respectively.
Standing behind the Pope, Ghost Douluo spoke in a deep voice, "The three Soul Bone are the Spirit Condensation Wisdom Skull, the Bursting Burning Flame Right Arm, and the Rapid Advance Wind Chasing Left Leg. All three Soul Bone originated from Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Among them, the Spirit Condensation Wisdom Skull came from a Soul Beast that was over fifty thousand years old. It was personally slain and obtained by His Majesty the His Holiness the Pope. It is a top-grade Soul Bone, second only to External Soul Bone and the top-tier Soul Bone produced by one- Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast."
The Pope said calmly, "There can only be one victor, and the same goes for the champion. Therefore, these three Soul Bone will belong to the final champion team. I hope that the three academies that have entered the top three will give their all to earn this honor."
Just then, Jun Yi heard Bibi Dong's voice transmission, "How about it, are you confident about winning the championship?"
Jun Yi smiled slightly and replied telepathically, " Sister Dong'er, please stop fooling around. You know my current strength. This competition is just child's play for me. I have no interest in it."
"That's true, but I'm curious, which of your two girlfriends do you support more in this battle?" Bibi Dong's voice carried a hint of teasing.
" Sister Dong'er, stop teasing me. I'll be happy no matter who wins, and I'll support whoever it is."
"I didn't expect you to be so fair."
"I'm sure I'll win this competition."
Tang San was full of confidence. Through continuous battles, he had been able to perfectly combine his hidden Hidden Weapon and Soul Skill, and his Purple Demon Eye had reached an extremely Mustard Seed level.
Under his Purple Demon Eye, everything around him became somewhat illusory. Tang San could feel the swaying of every blade of grass and the leaping of every grain of dust. His Hidden Weapon were no longer simple throws, but had become integrated with his Martial Soul and Soul Skill, becoming part of his fighting style.
Tang San now estimates that his personal strength has reached at least the Soul Saint level. With the cooperation of his teammates, they even have a chance to defeat Soul Douluo. The championship of this competition is practically within their grasp.
Tang San wants to prove on the entire arena who is the strongest Soul Master of the younger generation.
Tang San's eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit. He took a deep breath, sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere around him. He knew that this was his chance to prove himself to the world, and the best opportunity to showcase the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons.
Tang San took a deep breath, sensing the familiar yet unfamiliar atmosphere around him. He knew this was his chance to prove himself to the world, and also his chance to showcase the Tang Sect Hidden Weapons. His gaze was sharp, sweeping over every contestant present, his eyes filled with fighting spirit and anticipation.
This competition was not just about individual honor, but also about the honor of the academy. Tang San's gaze finally fell on his teammates, whose eyes were filled with unwavering determination. Their teamwork and coordination had reached an unprecedented level. Tang San knew that they were ready to face any challenge.
(End of this chapter)