Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

This statement came out.

The entire council hall fell into a deathly silence.

Although they had heard rumors last night, hearing His Holiness the Pope make such a strong announcement, even adding the warning of "treason," a capital offense, still made everyone gasp.

This is no longer just simple favoritism; it's practically treating this kid named Su Chen like an ancestor!

"Your Holiness, this is absolutely forbidden!"

After a brief silence, a white-haired cardinal with a badge of three swords embroidered on his chest finally stepped forward.

He was the messenger of the Elders' Hall in the Papal Palace, and a staunch supporter of the Sendo-ryu lineage.

"Your Majesty, our Spirit Hall has always accepted disciples based solely on their Spirit level and talent. Her Highness, Princess Hu Liena, is an unparalleled genius with innate full Spirit Power and the supreme-grade beast Spirit, the Fox Spirit. We are completely convinced that she is worthy of being our Holy Maiden."

"But this Su Chen..."

The white-haired bishop made no attempt to hide his contempt for Su Chen, pointing to the shallow brace on his waist.

"This kid's origins are unknown, and his martial soul is actually a rusty iron sword that doesn't even have any soul power fluctuations! This kind of useless martial soul isn't even as good as the lowest-ranking sweeper in our Spirit Hall!"

"If you insist on accepting him as your personal disciple, or even bestowing upon him the title of Holy Son, not only will all the Soul Masters in the world ridicule our Spirit Hall for its poor judgment of character, but it will also enrage the Grand Elder of the Elder Hall!"

The Great Offering is Thousand Streams!

The moment those three words were uttered, the atmosphere in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Everyone knows that the biggest factional struggle within the Spirit Hall is the power struggle between Pope Bibi Dong and Grand Elder Qian Daoliu. Bringing Qian Daoliu into the picture is blatant coercion.

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of worry in each other's eyes.

Although they were die-hard fans of Bibi Dong, they also felt that the Pope's decision this time was indeed somewhat hasty. After all, they hadn't sensed any amazing talent in Su Chen at all.

"presumptuous!"

A real killing intent flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes in an instant.

The terrifying pressure belonging to a level 99 Limit Douluo crashed down on the white-haired bishop like Mount Tai.

"Snap!"

Before the white-haired bishop could even scream, his knees buckled and he slammed heavily onto the hard marble floor, his kneecaps shattering instantly!

"When did it become your place, a mere bishop, to interfere in my affairs?!"

Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as ice, as if it came from the deepest hell: "Trying to intimidate me with the title of Grand Elder? You think I wouldn't dare kill you?!"

"Your Majesty, please calm your anger!"

Seeing that Bibi Dong was truly intent on killing, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan quickly stepped forward and bowed to dissuade her.

"Your Majesty, although the Bishop's words were harsh, he was only thinking of the Spirit Hall's reputation."

Yue Guan turned to look at Su Chen, a glint of shrewdness flashing in his eyes: "Since His Highness the Holy Son is so highly regarded by His Holiness the Pope, he must possess extraordinary abilities. Why don't we... let His Highness demonstrate his Martial Soul and strength to silence the gossips? What do you say?"

Yue Guan's words seemed to be helping Su Chen out of a predicament, but in reality, they were also a test.

As a Title Douluo who was extremely obsessed with rare flowers, exotic herbs, and special martial souls, he simply couldn't believe that Bibi Dong would be mistaken. He really wanted to know what secrets this broken iron sword held.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong frowned slightly.

She turned to look at Su Chen. Although she had witnessed the terrifying heat of the sword evaporating poisonous gas last night, she also knew that Su Chen was currently just a level 10 Soul Master without even a Soul Ring.

If we force him to perform, and he fails to deliver, it will not only fail to establish authority but will also make things more embarrassing.

"What? Does Your Highness dare not?"

Just then, a provocative and disdainful voice suddenly rang out in the hall.

The one speaking was Yan, the most hot-tempered member of the golden generation.

He took a step forward, and a burst of blazing dark red flames erupted from his body, with three spirit rings—two yellow and one purple—rising from beneath his feet.

Level 33 Soul Master! Flame Lord Martial Soul!

Although only fourteen years old, Yan's strength is already enough to make him stand out among all the geniuses of his generation.

"What I hate most are cowards who have no strength but only hide behind women."

Yan looked at Su Chen with disdain and mocked him without any politeness: "If you don't even have the courage to reveal your Martial Soul, then you should get out of the Papal Palace as soon as possible! The position of Holy Son is not one that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can sit on!"

"Yan, don't be rude!" Although Hu Liena was also indignant, she still felt that Yan's behavior was a bit excessive, after all, the other party was only a six-year-old child.

"Nana, don't worry about him! Today I'm going to teach him a lesson: the rules of the Spirit Hall are earned with fists!"

Faced with Yan's aggressive demeanor and the gloating gazes of the cardinals around him.

Bibi Dong's face had turned extremely gloomy, and she was preparing to forcefully suppress him.

"Master, there's no need to be angry."

Su Chen, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke up.

His voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears in the noisy hall.

Su Chen slowly turned around to face Yan, who was covered in flames and acted arrogantly.

There was no anger in those deep, dark eyes, only a pitying indifference as if looking at a clown.

"Are rules made by fists?"

I completely agree with that statement.

Su Chen's lips curled into a wild smile as his right hand slowly rested on the rusty, shallowly forged sword hilt at his waist.

"Since you want to see my martial spirit..."

"Since you think your flames are very strong..."

"Then I'll show you what real fire is!"

……

The moment the words fell.

Su Chen's gaze suddenly turned as sharp as a knife.

He did not release any spirit rings, and he did not even fully activate the level 10 spirit power hidden under the concealment jade pendant.

He relied solely on the power exertion techniques honed through countless trials in the Grim Reaper's [Swordsmanship (Mastery)], and the extremely faint trace of primal energy leaking from within Asauchi's body.

"Zheng—!"

The rusty iron sword was suddenly pulled out half an inch!

It was that split second it was pulled out!

A terrifying heat wave, indescribable and seemingly from the ancient primordial era, erupted from Su Chen's center!

It has no flame form, only pure and extreme absolute high temperature that can even distort space!

"boom!"

This intense heat was like a raging dragon awakening, crashing headlong into the flames opposite.

Yan, who was originally arrogant and domineering and whose body was burning with dark red flames, changed his expression drastically the moment he came into contact with this high temperature!

He was horrified to discover this.

His proud top-tier fire attribute martial soul, "Flame Lord," actually let out a mournful cry the moment Su Chen drew his sword!

That was fear from the depths of the soul! That was the absolute submission and trembling of inferior bloodlines when facing the supreme emperor!