"Pfft..."
"Shameless! How could His Holiness the Pope have taken a fancy to him?!"
The Spirit Hall disciples all looked at him with envy, jealousy, and resentment. It was one thing for him to marry His Holiness the Pope, but why did he have to meddle too?
Now that he'd helped the pretty lady from Plant Academy up, what were they supposed to look at?
He really deserved to die!
Although the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had left, the atmosphere in the hall had not eased. If anything, it had grown tenser. Some people resented Lin Chen, but they did not dare make a move.
The outer sect elder officiating the wedding shouted, "Does anyone else wish to challenge the Emperor?"
The vast majority of the Soul Masters present fell silent. Just then, Yan, one of Spirit Hall's current Golden Generation, stepped forward:
"I'll challenge him!"
Hu Liena, who stood beside Yan, was taken aback. Her slender brows drew together slightly. "Yan, what are you doing?! Today is Teacher's wedding day!"
Yan thought Hu Liena was protecting Lin Chen, and his jealousy and resentment toward him deepened. He gritted his teeth and said, "His Holiness the Pope said just now that any Soul Master under thirty could challenge him, so why can't I?!"
"You!" Hu Liena's pretty face flushed red with anger.
The hall grew lively again, and the Spirit Hall Soul Masters present began to discuss it:
"Great! Yan and the others are finally making a move. He's one of our Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, and his strength is unfathomable."
"That's right. To make sure they can win the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament, the few of them hardly ever fight!"
"Hehe... Those hundred Gold Soul Coins were well spent today. Not only did I get to see His Holiness the Pope's new look, but I also witnessed Lin Chen's emergence and Yan's strength. I'll have something to brag about when I get back!"
"Which of them do you think will win?"
"Hard to say. Although Lin Chen has a red Soul Ring and his Soul Power has reached the Soul King level, he hasn't absorbed his fifth Soul Ring yet. Yan is three or four years older than Lin Chen, and he's been a Soul King for some time now. All five of his Soul Rings are a top-tier configuration. He could thoroughly defeat an ordinary Soul King back when he was a Soul Ancestor, and now it's even harder to say how strong he is..."
After that fight, everyone's impression of Lin Chen as "trash" had gradually changed without their realizing it. They were already comparing him to the Spirit Hall Golden Generation.
Tap, tap...
Yan slowly walked to the center of the hall and said calmly, "Yan, level fifty-two Power Attack System Battle Soul King. Please enlighten me!"
"Another one?" A trace of impatience flashed across Lin Chen's face.
If they kept fighting like this, when would it end?
Could the wedding even go on?
Could he even enter the bridal chamber?
No more playing it safe. Let's get him!
"Make your move~"
Lin Chen stood with his hands behind his back, looking dignified and full of style, immediately drawing another round of wild cheers and cries.
Yan glanced at Hu Liena beside him, who was gazing at Lin Chen with lovestruck eyes, and instantly flew into a rage. Terrifying Soul Power poured out of him. "Martial Soul, release!"
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black...
"Fifth Soul Skill, Flying Sand and Raging Flames!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had sealed off the entire center of the hall with Soul Power. In an instant, the ground within the barrier collapsed, and flaming rocks filled the sky.
"Hiss... He's using his fifth Soul Skill right from the start. Yan must be planning to end this quickly!"
Huyan Zhen's expression changed slightly. "What a powerful attack. Even an ordinary Soul Emperor wouldn't dare take an attack of that level head-on, would they?"
The beautiful Yang Qingwu frowned, her sword-like brows drawing together. "The Emperor still hasn't moved. Could he be planning to take it head-on?"
"That would be difficult. The Emperor only has four Soul Rings, after all..."
In the center of the hall
Lin Chen sneered and mobilized all the Soul Power within his body. This time, he did not intend to hide anything. The full foundation of the Ancient Desolate Sacred Physique revealed itself. Although he was only at level fifty-one, his Soul Power fluctuations were comparable to those of a Soul Emperor!
"This time, I'll show you what a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is!"
"Fourth Soul Skill, Sword Domain!"
Boom, boom, boom...
Within the Soul Power barrier, the red Soul Power Yan had released was instantly swallowed by a surge of white Soul Power. The red ground gradually turned white, and countless white Soul Swords rose from the earth.
"What?!" Yan's expression changed drastically. He dodged in a panic, then directed the flaming rocks in the sky and the sole flame giant on the ground to attack Lin Chen.
Lin Chen clenched his hand. "Perish!"
Boom, boom, boom...
Countless Soul Swords shot into the sky, shattering all the red rocks. The sole red giant in front of Yan was also torn to pieces by the Soul Swords.
"How is this possible?!"
Yan was terrified. Surrounded by white Soul Swords, he had no way out.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, their hearts shaken. What a powerful Soul Skill. If we hadn't done our utmost to maintain the barrier just now, who knows how many people would have been caught in it.
Seeing that Lin Chen had no intention of stopping, Yan shuddered and hurriedly said, "Wait..."
"Wait my ass!" Lin Chen shouted, and several Soul Swords slashed toward Yan.
Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo hurriedly intervened and annihilated Lin Chen's attack. He explained, "Emperor, Yan has already lost. We all belong to Spirit Hall, so please show mercy..."
Lin Chen glanced at him expressionlessly. "What? You want to stop me?!"
"Well..." Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a chill in his heart under that gaze. At a loss, he turned to the aloof Pope seated at the head of the hall.
Bibi Dong's slender brows furrowed slightly. The finals of the Continental Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament were not far off. If Yan were injured or crippled now, it would be very bad for Spirit Hall.
Just as she was about to rise and put an end to this farce...
"Challengers must pay a price. No one can stop me!" A trace of coldness colored Lin Chen's voice. If this fight did not serve to kill the chicken to scare the monkeys, what was the point of exposing his trump card?
Bibi Dong's cool voice rang out. "Lin Chen, you..."
Bang! Boom, boom, boom...
"Ah..."
Before she could finish speaking, Lin Chen's Soul Swords had already struck Yan. He let out a scream, spat out a mouthful of blood, and collapsed to the ground.
"Yan!"
Several Spirit Hall disciples who were usually on good terms with Yan hurried forward to support him. After examining him, their expressions changed drastically:
"All five internal organs are damaged, and his Soul Power is in disarray."
"Lin Chen, we're all Spirit Hall disciples. How could you strike so hard?!"
Lin Chen ignored them. Standing with his hands behind his back, he swept his gaze across half the hall and said calmly, "Who else wants to challenge me?"
At that moment, he was the most dazzling guy in the hall!