Yu Yuanzhen had one version of events, and Bibi Dong had another.
Their accounts were completely contradictory!
The people in the city were utterly stunned.
They all knew Yu Xiaogang had been killed, but no one knew the specific reason.
They only knew he had died inside the Pope's Palace.
Was what Bibi Dong was saying now true or false?
But she had said the evidence was conclusive, so it was probably true.
Had the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan dug its own grave by coming here to demand an explanation?
"Slander! My son stole Spirit Hall's secrets? Where is your evidence?"
Seeing that things were going wrong, Yu Yuanzhen roared another rebuke.
If he did not interrupt Bibi Dong, his clan's reputation would probably be ruined.
They had originally been in the right, yet after Bibi Dong's account, they had become the ones making unreasonable trouble?
"Evidence? Then I'll give you evidence!"
Bibi Dong sneered and waved her delicate hand, and a screen of light descended.
"Bibi Dong, give me a definite answer."
"You only have one chance..."
Images appeared on the screen, clearly visible.
It was Yu Xiaogang!
Inside the Pope's Palace, he carried himself with extreme arrogance, even looking down his nose at others and addressing Bibi Dong directly by name.
The instant the images appeared, everyone was dumbfounded.
What was going on?
They could actually project events that had already happened?
Spirit Hall's methods truly were unfathomable.
As the images played, Yu Xiaogang's arrogance inside the Pope's Palace was laid bare before everyone's eyes.
His wretched attempt to flee the Pope's Palace after being exposed at the end was especially laughable.
Outside the city, Yu Yuanzhen was already dumbstruck by the images.
He had never imagined his son would be so bold.
He had gone alone into the Pope's Palace, addressed Bibi Dong by name, and even spoken of giving Spirit Hall a chance to cooperate with him.
Yet the theories he presented turned out to be plagiarized from materials in Spirit Hall's central library.
After Bibi Dong exposed him, he offered no rebuttal, thereby admitting the truth.
Even more unthinkably, after learning that Spirit Hall had a powerful expert, he had actually demanded that Spirit Hall hand that expert over for his research?
Fuck!
How had he dared?
Spirit Hall's mysterious expert had to be at least rank ninety-five, or even higher.
For a rank twenty-nine Soul Grandmaster to say such things was simply courting death.
He was challenging the dignity of a Titled Douluo.
A Titled Douluo must not be insulted-that was no joke.
Those actions alone were enough to get him killed a thousand times over.
What on earth had that bastard been thinking?
For all his calculations, he had never accounted for his son pulling something like this.
The people in the city burst into laughter at the images.
"Hahaha! So this is Yu Xiaogang?"
"Asking His Holiness the Pope to hand Spirit Hall's expert over to him? Does he think he's a god?"
"Stealing materials from the central library and then claiming they're theories he researched himself? Has he no shame?"
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan really has no standards."
"Spirit Hall did absolutely nothing wrong by killing him!"
The discussions within the city even reached outside its walls.
Some people were communicating with Soul Power, clearly doing so deliberately.
When the images finished playing, Bibi Dong raised her hand, and the screen of light vanished completely.
"The evidence is conclusive! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan came to make trouble today, and they likely colluded beforehand."
"Since that's the case, Spirit Hall has no need to give you any face."
"Kill them. Leave no one alive!"
Bibi Dong pointed her scepter, and Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately charged down.
Both were currently rank ninety-four, and their strength was considerable.
Seeing this, Qian Xunji also wanted to put on a good performance.
His Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul possessed him, wings of light spread behind his back, and he flew out without hesitation.
"Angel Light Blade!"
He unleashed his Soul Skill without hesitation.
Fifteen small golden swords of light formed around him.
The golden swords then merged into one massive golden sword of light, which slashed down from the sky.
This was a Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill of boundless power.
If unleashed at full strength, it could even cleave a mountain apart.
Now, he directed the Soul Skill straight at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's elites.
Ahead of him, Chrysanthemum Douluo's and Ghost Douluo's expressions changed.
Fuck!
Was the former Pope really this shameless?
He had even learned to steal kills!
Qian Xunji glanced at the two, raised his chin, and snorted.
Someone who wanted to get ahead always acted this decisively.
Why waste words when he could open with a Soul Skill?
As the enormous golden sword descended, Yu Yuanzhen's heart jolted.
He hurriedly steadied himself.
Qian Xunji's Soul Skill was no simple matter. If he dodged, the elites behind him would never withstand it, and casualties could be countless.
He had to block it!
"Thunderous Fury!"
"Thunderstorm!"
He unleashed two Soul Skills in succession.
The first Soul Skill could put him into a berserk state, increasing his lightning power by one hundred percent and his Soul Power by fifty percent.
Unless he actively stopped the skill, it would continue until his Soul Power ran dry.
The second Soul Skill unleashed vast amounts of lightning to attack.
Masses of lightning hurtled straight toward the enormous golden sword.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
Thunderous crashes rang out as the lightning struck the enormous golden sword and exploded.
Under the continuous attacks, countless cracks spread across the enormous golden sword, until it finally exploded with a bang and dispersed into motes of light.
Qian Xunji's expression darkened.
Damn it, he actually dared stand in the way of his advancement?
Crush him. He had to crush him!
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately charged downward.
They were both Titled Douluo, so cutting down those elites was naturally no trouble.
Seeing the two charging toward his clansmen, Yu Yuanzhen changed direction without a word and blasted out another mass of lightning, attempting to intercept them.
"Your opponent is me."
Qian Xunji sneered. His wings beat, carrying him before Yu Yuanzhen in an instant, and his Angel Holy Sword slashed down.
Yu Yuanzhen was so furious his nose nearly twisted out of shape.
If he did not block it, Qian Xunji would likely wound him gravely.
But if he blocked Qian Xunji, his clansmen would inevitably suffer casualties.
His thoughts raced, but he still had to block Qian Xunji.
"Guang Ling."
Qian Daoliu gazed outside the city. Light Feather Douluo stepped forward and muttered, "I still have to work?"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong looked over.
Light Feather Douluo stiffened, then smiled. "It is my utmost honor to ease His Holiness the Pope's burdens."
With that, he summoned the Light Feather Divine Bow.
What a joke. She was Lord Gu's sworn younger sister. If he angered her, his life would be forfeit.
"Guang Ling Arrow Rain!"
He drew the bowstring and fired an arrow.
In an instant, countless dazzling feathers of light in the sky transformed into arrows and rained down.
A Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Skill unleashed by a rank ninety-six Power Attack System Titled Douluo was naturally extraordinary.
It was too fast for anyone to react.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were just about to slaughter everyone around them when they suddenly sensed danger overhead and immediately flew away.
When they looked again, the Guang Ling Arrow Rain had already blanketed the battlefield outside the city.
Every arrow carried terrifying might, and dust and smoke billowed across the ground, making it difficult to see what was happening within.
The corner of Chrysanthemum Douluo's mouth twitched.
It was bad enough that Elder Qian Xunji was stealing kills, but now even the Fifth Enshrined Elder was joining in?
Were they going to get any chance to show what they could do?
After unleashing his Soul Skill, Light Feather Douluo smiled as he watched the area covered by the arrow rain.
"They blocked it? But two Soul Douluo still died."
As the dust and smoke dispersed, the scene came into everyone's view.
The two hundred elites had suffered little harm, but two formidable Soul Douluo had already perished. Not a single intact piece of flesh remained on their bodies; all of it had turned into ice crystals and shattered.
Only one of the Soul Douluo Yu Yuanzhen had brought now remained.
"Kill!!!"
Yu Yuanzhen turned to look, his fury soaring to the heavens.
Losing two Soul Douluo was an enormous blow to the clan.
He had to stake his life on this battle!