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

Wuhun City, the dreamland of all commoners, with the Wuhun Hall in the center, is a sacred and inviolable place.

After many years, Yu Xiaogang stepped into this place again. This place was where he became a master and gained knowledge of martial spirit theory, but it was also where his new humiliation began!

"Hoo~" He took a deep breath and walked towards the Spirit Hall. The person there should be sitting in the Papal Palace reviewing documents, thinking to himself, "Dong'er, did you miss me?"

The appearance of Yu Xiaogang naturally attracted countless gazes, especially those of the old guys in the Hall of Worship.

Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder, stood atop the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship, looking down at the Pope's Hall, which was shorter in height. His gaze was deep and revealed a hint of killing intent.

"That good-for-nothing actually came back?"

He never imagined that Yu Xiaogang, the useless trash from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, would still have the audacity to step into the Spirit Hall's library and steal its martial spirit knowledge. He had already shown the greatest mercy by driving him away.

"Should we call him brave, or stupid?" Qian Daoliu's killing intent was about to overflow. If it weren't for this troublemaker, the internal conflicts within the Spirit Hall wouldn't have escalated to this extent!

The amusing Douluo Guangling instantly appeared beside his elder brother and asked, "Brother, should I go and grab him now?"

In fact, he had long been displeased with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Yu Xiaogang. At the time, his elder brother ignored it, and that brat Qian Xunji did nothing either, which is why the Spirit Hall's Pope Hall and the Hall of Worship have become what they are now.

Qian Daoliu glanced at Guang Ling beside him. He naturally understood the old man's desire to have fun. After thinking for a moment, he refused and warned, "There's no need for that. Let him be."

"Besides, that pope hasn't been thinking so well lately."

Ever since that time when Bibi Dong was brutally beaten up, the woman has been going crazy all the time since she woke up. She would release her soul power and pressure at will, which made Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo come to complain.

He ignored them. This was the path they had chosen. If they followed Bibi Dong, they would have to endure whatever she did.

If things continue in this direction, Bibi Dong will eventually face betrayal and isolation from everyone.

Outside the Papal Palace, which exuded a sacred yet slightly unsettling atmosphere, Yu Xiaogang arrived on foot. Just climbing the steps left him, a mere Great Soul Master, panting heavily.

It's obvious that this guy rarely trains and is physically very weak.

Just as Yu Xiao was about to take a step forward, two guards crossed their spears, blocking his way.

"Halt! This is not a place for just anyone! State your name."

However, faced with such obstruction, Yu Xiaogang did not show any anger. Instead, he smiled and said, but his smile, combined with his weathered face, looked eerie: "Gentlemen, I am an old friend of your Pope. I have come to see her today."

"Go away, our great Pope doesn't have a friend like you."

"Make up a plausible reason. What's the difference between you and those beggars on Imperial Street? Get out of here."

"Otherwise, we won't stand on ceremony."

Upon hearing the two guards' self-assessment, Yu Xiaogang immediately flew into a rage, shouting, "I am Yu Xiaogang, a renowned master of martial spirit theory on the mainland! Open your dog eyes and see for yourselves!"

The two guards were initially taken aback by these words, but they quickly recovered, exchanged a glance, and burst into laughter.

"What did he say? A famous Yu Xiaogang on the mainland? Isn't that a piece of trash who can't even break through to the Great Soul Master level?"

"Yeah! How dare he say that?"

"That's right, that's right."

Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists in anger at the two men's mockery, wanting to rush forward, but was quickly stopped by the two guards again: "Get out of here, don't force us to take action against you, our master." These words were tantamount to killing him with their anger!

Inside the Papal Palace, Bibi Dong, who was resting with her eyes closed but actually contemplating which spirit ring her second spirit should absorb, frowned slightly, opened her eyes, and asked with displeasure, "Why is it so noisy outside?"

Standing to the side like a stone statue, Chrysanthemum Douluo reported, "Your Holiness, an acquaintance of yours has arrived outside."

As a titled Douluo, he had already noticed what was happening outside the door. He knew that the Pope's condition was obviously not right, and given the strange identity of the guy outside, he was just waiting for the Pope to open his eyes and ask him questions.

"acquaintance?"

"Yes." Chrysanthemum Douluo organized his thoughts for a moment, then said, word by word, "That Master Yu Xiaogang."

These words plunged the already eerily quiet Papal Palace into an even more oppressive silence. Upon hearing that name, a flicker of emotion crossed Bibi Dong's weary eyes as she confirmed, "Him?"

"Yes."

"Then let him in."

"Okay." Chrysanthemum Douluo agreed and prepared to open the gate, but Bibi Dong called him back again: "Have those guys blocking the way outside dragged away and beheaded."

That cold, emotionless voice reached Chrysanthemum Douluo's ears. He turned around and stared at Pope Bibi Dong in disbelief: "Your Highness, isn't this inappropriate?"

"What's wrong with that? I am the Pope."

From that moment on, Chrysanthemum Douluo understood that this Pope was probably not far from going mad.

Inside the Hall of Offerings, Qian Daoliu told Qian Renxue about Yu Xiaogang's visit to the Spirit Hall.

"Grandpa~ How dare he come to the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Renxue stopped her secluded cultivation, walked out of the cultivation room with gossip and surprise, and asked curiously.

She had investigated Yu Xiaogang; he was a complete good-for-nothing. Knowing this truth only made her more puzzled as to why that old woman liked someone like him.

He has neither good looks nor talent; he's good for nothing except spouting nonsense. I really don't know what Bibi Dong likes about him.

That guy wasn't even worth a hair on Arno's body. Qian Renxue wanted to see who this person was and, by the way, whether the Pope would do something to harm the Spirit Hall for this old lover.

Qian Daoliu watched Qian Renxue leave. Just because he and the other elders didn't make a move didn't mean no one would teach Yu Xiaogang a lesson.

The atmosphere in the Papal Palace was exceptionally oppressive. Bibi Dong stared at Yu Xiaogang for a long time before slowly speaking, "You've gotten old."

"Dong'er?!" Yu Xiaogang was puzzled as to why Bibi Dong looked at him like that. They had only met once a few months ago, but she seemed to have not seen him for a long time. He asked in confusion.

"Tell me your purpose."

"Dong'er, I hope you can show me the theory of twin martial souls. I want to fill in the last piece of the puzzle in martial soul theory."

Yu Xiaogang, with a shameless grin, took out the ten-thousand-year martial soul cultivation notebook that Bibi Dong had given him last time, as well as the soul tool storage box that Tang Hao had given him. "This is what you gave me last time. I haven't properly thanked you yet. This is a gift for you."

Bibi Dong's face was full of doubt. When did she give Yu Xiaogang the notes? And why would this guy bother to bring her a gift?

Chrysanthemum Douluo lowered his head, no longer looking at Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong. He felt his brain stop thinking. What was going on?

Has His Holiness the Pope ever left the Papal Palace? And what's wrong with Yu Xiaogang's brain? How dare he bring up the theoretical knowledge of twin martial souls?

The soul tool storage box was placed in Bibi Dong's palm. She opened it with some anticipation and curiosity, but the moment the box was opened, a foul, bloody, and other unpleasant smell permeated the entire Papal Palace.

Salas's head was in the box, staring wide-eyed at Bibi Dong as she opened it, as if he had suffered inhuman torture in his life.

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