Douluo Continent: The Legend of the Dragon King? No, the Legend of the Six Kings!

This result made the audience realize that the Royal Second Team was not to be underestimated.

This is in stark contrast to Tang San's fourth spirit ring of ten thousand years, giving him a significant advantage.

Zheng Yiran returned to the second team's rest room amidst the stunned gazes of the audience. Lin Nuo, seeing her return, asked, "How did it go?"

"Weak, too weak. And why are they letting Great Soul Masters participate in this Soul Master Competition?" Zheng Yiran was very puzzled. She thought the opponents would be at least Soul Venerables, but they were all Great Soul Masters. She was a little disappointed: "If I hadn't held back just now, I feel like I could have killed those guys."

"You guys are really monsters."

Dugu Yan listened to Zheng Yiran's sighs, stared at the girl in front of him, and made a comment.

If it were her, she could poison her opponent without even considering holding back. This girl, however, has to consider holding back during the match, otherwise she might kill her opponent, and she's even worried about it. This proves that her strength is beyond what a Soul Master can fake.

It has to be said that Lin Nuo's era was truly a place where geniuses gathered. This era is simply incomparable to them, including Tang San.

Salas, who was in the VIP section, suddenly stood up and left, leaving the royal family and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School members looking at each other in bewilderment, wondering why the bishop had left so abruptly.

Now, Ning Fengzhi wasn't dwelling on that. Instead, he began to probe: "Qinghe, are all the people in this second team people you recruited?"

As the replacement personally chosen by Qian Renxue, he saw that Ning Fengzhi, that old fox, was starting to test him, so he quickly gave an explanation: "Teacher, it was Dugu Bo who approached me and made Dugu Yan the captain of the second team. As for the team members, they were all arranged by Dugu Yan herself."

Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly. At this moment, his suspicions no longer fell on Xue Qinghe, but on Dugu Bo.

Naturally, one could think of it another way: Qinghe was giving face to Dugu Bo, making him owe a favor, since the power of the second team was not a problem at all.

He quickly exchanged a glance with Sword Douluo and transmitted his voice through his soul power: "Uncle Sword, do you think there's anything wrong with this Dugu Bo? Or Prince Xue Xing?"

"It's very possible, but we need to observe first or catch the tail end before we have a chance."

"it is good."

Ning Fengzhi suspected that Dugu Bo was not the only one involved; the prince was probably among them as well. The Spirit Hall was likely to join forces with the prince to seize power.

If his guess is correct, then Qinghe's future throne is definitely in jeopardy.

He must confirm with Uncle Jian or find evidence to help Qinghe secure his future throne, otherwise the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School will be doomed!

Xue Qinghe breathed a sigh of relief, thankful that the adult had given him an explanation that wouldn't be exposed, allowing him to directly shift the blame to Senior Dugu Bo.

He and Lin Nuo never imagined that this attempt to explain and shift the blame would mislead Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo into thinking that Prince Xue Xing was plotting a rebellion.

Xuexing: "?"

In the Tian Dou Second Team, Lin Nuo was unaware that the old fox Ning Fengzhi had included him in the Snow Star Prince's camp. "Captain, there shouldn't be any more matches, right?"

Dugu Yan confirmed it, then stood up and said, "Indeed, there isn't any. Let's go."

Led by Dugu Yan, the group prepared to leave the arena through the team's private passage and return to their temporary accommodations.

They hadn't gone more than a few steps when a figure blocked their way. Lin Nuo glanced at it curiously, a puzzled look in his eyes. Salas?

This bishop of the Heaven Dou Spirit Hall didn't stop Tang San, but instead tried to stop their Heaven Dou Royal Second Team. Is this old guy out of his mind?

Dugu Yan also looked puzzled. She naturally knew Salas's identity and didn't understand why he was blocking their way. As the team leader, she quickly stepped forward and asked, "Bishop Salas, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Dugu Yan, as the captain of the Tiandou Second Team, do you know what mistakes your teammates have made?"

Salas blurted out with no polite hostility. The moment he saw Zheng Yiran's three thousand-year soul rings, his greed had already been ignited. As long as he could obtain this information and present it to the Pope, his future would be bright.

Upon hearing this, Lin Nuo seemed to understand something. His gaze shifted from confusion to one of utter disbelief as he stared at Salas. "Salas, we didn't understand. Could you explain it more clearly?"

"Hmph!" Salas sneered at the group's puzzled expressions. "Zheng Yiran, you went too far, almost causing the deaths of those seven people. Come with me to the Spirit Hall for an investigation. I suspect you of murder!"

Zheng Yiran: "?"

No, is this old man sick? Or is he blind?

She had almost completely depleted her power, and this old man still dared to say he was going to kill all seven of them. Not one to back down, she retorted, "Old man, you should probably donate your eyes! Can't you see me holding back my power?"

Upon hearing Zheng Yiran contradict him, Salas was secretly pleased and immediately asked, "Are you questioning my judgment?"

"Yeah! I suspect you're blind. If you're an old man and your eyesight isn't good, then don't use them. You just spout whatever comes to mind."

"Fine, then I'll arrest you by force!"

The next moment, Salas suddenly made a move to forcibly take Zheng Yiran away, and a token struck his palm.

He quickly grabbed it, and upon seeing the token, he was horrified: "A token of offering?!"

Salas stared wide-eyed at Linno, who had just tossed out the offering token, suppressing his shock as he asked, "Boy, where did you get this offering token?"

"That's none of your concern."

"If you don't tell me, then it's fake."

At this moment, Salas was taking a gamble. He knew that there was a conflict between the Pope and the Papal Statesmen, so he thought it would be better to arrest them and take them to the Papal Palace. In that case, the Pope would definitely be able to help him save his life.

Lin Nuo was a little confused when he heard this. He exchanged a glance with Lin Tian beside him. According to the original story, Lin Tian would turn around and leave as soon as he saw the elder's token. But this guy did not leave when he saw the offering token. Instead, he said that it was fake.

Is this for real?

If it were an ordinary person, would the Spirit Hall members choose to leave or continue to make things difficult upon seeing the token from the Hall of Offerings?

Normally, one would choose the former, but Salas chose the latter; he's practically a warrior!

Or perhaps they lack the luck and aura of Tang San, which is why this guy chose to take the risk to bring Zheng Yiran away.

"Is this old guy drunk?"

Lin Nuo had only one thought in his mind. He snapped his fingers, and two figures suddenly appeared on either side of Salas, each placing a hand on his shoulder.

The two retainers, Qianjun and Jiangmo?!

"Salas, right? What did you just say?"

"Big brother, he said the offering token you gave to Arno was fake."

When Salas heard their conversation, his heart sank. Only one of the two elders of Qianjun Jiangmo was called "elder brother," and the token was actually given to him by the Grand Elder.

At that moment, he fully realized that he was about to die.

"My lords, listen, listen... let me explain."

"Alright, come with us two old men." Qianjun left without a second thought, taking the old man with him. Jiangmo left behind a sentence and followed his elder brother's steps, "Arno, you two continue your walk."

This is why gamblers never wake up until the very last moment; this Salas will not see the sun rise tomorrow.

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