Douluo Continent: My name is Yang Jian, and I achieved sainthood through my physical body

"Even if you are quite strong, they will definitely be unconvinced at first. That will inevitably increase casualties."

"The best way to handle this kind of thing is for me to take care of it."

He glanced at Ghost, a slight smile playing on his lips, a sly glint in his eyes: "Old Ghost, you're helping out too. This is a golden opportunity, you won't get another chance if you miss it. If you want to stay in the Spirit Hall in the future, now is the best time to choose sides."

The ghost remained silent for a moment.

He weighed the pros and cons in the black fog, his thoughts racing.

He recalled his experience some time ago when Bibi Dong sent him to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School to investigate the truth behind the death of the ancient banyan tree.

Although he spent a lot of effort to find out the truth, he eventually confirmed one fact.

Gu Rong was indeed killed by Yang Jian, and he did so in front of Chen Xin.

Back then, Yang Jian was not yet a Soul King, but he killed a level 95 Title Douluo, which overturned his understanding of the Soul Master world.

He realized that Yang Jian's strength could not be measured by common sense, and his future achievements were limitless.

A person like that is better as pope than that crazy woman.

Chapter 180 Who's in favor, who's opposed?

Over the years, Bibi Dong has become increasingly unreasonable, her orders have become more and more insane, and she is even willing to sacrifice the interests of the Spirit Hall to satisfy her own ambitions.

If she continues to be the Pope, the Spirit Hall will be dragged into the abyss sooner or later.

Although Ghost was usually not talkative, he was very perceptive.

“Okay.” Ghost nodded, his voice firm. “I’ll do it.”

Yang Jian looked at the two of them and nodded slightly.

"Let's go then."

His tone remained as calm as ever, revealing no emotion, as if it were just a trivial matter.

The three walked side by side out of the courtyard of Moon Pass and headed towards the direction of the Papal Palace.

Their footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and the moonlight cast long shadows of them.

Inside the main hall of the Papal Palace, Yang Jian walked directly up the steps and sat on the gilded throne.

He leaned back in his chair, his hands on the armrests, in a casual posture, as if he were sitting on the sofa in his own living room.

His gaze swept across the empty hall, his eyes showing no emotion.

"Uncle Yue, please go and notify the higher-ups of the Spirit Hall to come to a meeting. Everyone must be present, and those who are absent will bear the consequences."

"no problem."

Yue Guan was very efficient; within half an hour, the high-ranking officials of the Spirit Hall arrived one after another.

There are cardinals, white cardinals, deacons, and chaplains of various basilicas.

These people are the core management team of the Spirit Hall, wielding great power and managing various departments of the Spirit Hall.

Some of them were promoted by Bibi Dong, some were veterans from the Qian Daoliu era, and some climbed up step by step through their own strength.

They entered the main hall and were stunned to see Yang Jian sitting on the throne.

Some rubbed their eyes, thinking they were seeing things.

Some people opened their mouths wide, their jaws almost dropping to the ground.

A tall cardinal frowned, stepped forward, and pointed at Yang Jian's nose, questioning, "Yang Jian, what do you mean by this? Although His Holiness the Pope has been taken away by the High Priest, he is still the Pope."

"What right do you have to sit there? You're incredibly arrogant!"

His voice was loud, echoing in the hall, as if he were trying to embolden himself.

Another white-robed bishop chimed in, "That's right, what right do you, a mere child, have to sit on the throne? Let's go!"

His tone was tinged with disdain. What right did a teenager have to sit in that chair?

Are you kidding me?

Most of the high-ranking officials belong to Bibi Dong's faction and are not convinced at all.

In their eyes, Yang Jian was just a teenager, who was talented but that was all.

They've seen too many geniuses, but very few actually make it to the end.

They turned and left in groups.

Only a small number of people remained standing there, hesitant and unsure whether to leave or stay.

Most of these people are neutral, not taking sides, and only recognizing strength.

They wanted to see what Yang Jian's trump cards were.

"Did I let you leave?"

Yang Jian's voice rang out, indifferent and seemingly devoid of any emotion.

There was no anger or even any emotion in his tone; it was as if a machine was speaking.

The cardinal who had just left stopped, turned around, and gave a cold laugh.

"Not very old, but with quite a temper. What, you think you can keep us here?"

He didn't take Yang Jian seriously at all.

His name is Dabus, one of the most senior cardinals in the Spirit Hall, and a Soul Douluo-level powerhouse.

He had heard some rumors about Yang Jian, such as that he killed Gu Rong of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, but he thought that was pure nonsense.

A teenager killed a level 95 Title Douluo?

It's more like the sun rose in the west.

He's lived for so many years, what storms hasn't he seen?

He didn't believe a single punctuation mark on such rumors.

He had important business to attend to and didn't want to stay here any longer.

Some time ago, I heard that the Haotian Sect was wiped out overnight.

He had intended to get some good stuff, but when he arrived at the scene, he found that all the valuables were gone.

This is completely inconsistent with the intelligence; someone must have gotten there first.

Therefore, he has been investigating who did it, preparing to take it back.

That was the savings of a sect accumulated over a thousand years; just thinking about it made him incredibly eager.

Why waste time wasting time on a little kid?

Just as he was about to turn and leave, a soft, effeminate voice came from outside the hall, carrying a hint of amusement and coldness.

What are you saying?

The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Everyone's body stiffened for a moment.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei walked in, each carrying two people with bruised and swollen faces.

Those two were high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall. They didn't want to attend the meeting, but Yue Guan and Gui Mei forced them to come.

They hung their heads, their faces were bruised and swollen, and blood was still dripping from the corners of their mouths; they looked a pitiful sight.

As soon as Yue Guan and the ghost appeared, the hall fell silent.

Those who were still talking shut their mouths, and those who were still walking stopped in their tracks.

The air seemed to freeze, so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.

Dabus's body stiffened abruptly.

He turned around and saw Yue Guan's ambiguous smile, his forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. His previous arrogance vanished instantly, replaced by a deep-seated fear.

Yue Guan is a level 95 Title Douluo who has been working in the Spirit Hall for decades and has extremely high prestige.

"Chrysanthemum... Your Majesty Chrysanthemum Douluo..." Dabus's voice trembled, his lips quivering like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, "I just had an urgent matter to attend to, it wasn't intentional..."

Yue Guan walked up to him and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of a slap echoed in the hall, like a knife cutting through the silence.

Dabus's body flew out like a fly being swatted away, crashing into a nearby pillar with a dull thud.

He fell to the ground, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his cheek swollen high.

He covered his face, not daring to utter a sound, curled up on the ground, trembling all over.

Seeing this, everyone else became obedient, standing still, trembling with fear, not daring to breathe.

No one dares to ignore a Title Douluo as much as they ignored Yang Jian.

They could not withstand the wrath of a Title Douluo.

Several people who had just been echoing Dabus now wished they could disappear into the ground.

Their legs were trembling, their faces were pale, and their foreheads were covered in cold sweat.

Yang Jian sat on the throne, looking down at the silent high-ranking officials below, and spoke.

His voice wasn't loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly.

"I have called you here today to witness something. As we all know, Bibidon is no longer able to serve as Pope, so I will take over this position from now on."

His gaze swept across everyone's faces. "Who agrees? Who disagrees?"

Chapter 181 You're not qualified at all!

The hall was quiet for a moment, then erupted into a commotion.

The high-ranking officials looked at each other, whispered among themselves, and discussed the matter animatedly.

Some were surprised, some were angry, and some were incredulous.