Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Because the ninth spirit ring has been raised!

It was a vibrant, glistening red, as if it had been irrigated with the blood of countless living beings!

Red light filled the sky!

The eerie crimson light instantly illuminated the entire dim sky, and the imperial pressure of a hundred-thousand-year-old soul beast raged unrestrainedly into the depths of everyone's soul!

"A...a hundred thousand-year soul ring?!"

"A Titled Douluo?! How is this possible?!"

"She...she's not even thirty years old!!!"

The whole place exploded!

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the red spirit ring.

A titled Douluo under the age of thirty!

The ninth spirit ring is the legendary 100,000-year spirit ring!

Such talent and strength are far beyond what even the former Pope Qian Xunji could achieve, let alone the now world-renowned Haotian Douluo Tang Hao!

Questioning? Disdain? Scrutiny?

Faced with this blinding crimson, everything turned into the most primal fear and awe!

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong stood there, even though she was cursing Nan Feng to the core in her heart, she had to maintain her dignity on the surface.

Since it's already lit up, we can only grit our teeth and keep going.

The crimson glow of the spirit ring had not yet completely faded, and the suffocating pressure still lingered in everyone's hearts.

That's enough.

'The purpose of deterrence has been achieved. Next, all we need to do is proceed with the coronation step by step, and then slowly accumulate strength…'

Bibi Dong slightly restrained her aura, flicked her long sleeves, and prepared to turn around and sit on the papal throne to end this simple coronation ceremony.

however.

"That's it?"

In the sea of ​​consciousness, Nan Feng's exasperated voice boomed again, "With such a grand occasion and the atmosphere all set, you actually want to sit down and rest?"

"Bibi Dong! Don't you understand the situation yet?!"

"The people below are intimidated by your spirit ring, but they feel more fear than submission! If you want them to risk their lives for you, intimidation alone isn't enough; you need to give them a pep talk! You need to brainwash them!"

"You have to stir up their emotions! Ignite their anger!"

Bibi Dong frowned, coldly replying in her heart: "Shut up! Too much of a good thing can be bad! If we act too aggressively, it will only cause the major powers to band together against us prematurely! What the Spirit Hall needs now is to recuperate and take things slowly!"

"Rest and recuperate my ass! What's the point of taking it slow!"

Nan Feng scoffed, "That's a weakling's mentality! A true king never needs to be beholden to others!"

"What good is being vigilant? What good is targeting them? They're just a bunch of chickens and dogs, why not just run them over?!"

"You are the Pope! The ruler of this continent! You should establish an image of an inviolable, godlike figure for everyone! Make them tremble at the mere mention of your name, and kneel at the sight of your shadow!"

"Waiting for the right moment? Do you really think of yourself as a spider hiding in its hole?"

"Since you're afraid to say it, then let me say it!"

"How dare you—!!" Bibi Dong roared, attempting to regain control.

But this is the Papal Square, which attracts worldwide attention.

If she were to fight for control of her body with another soul at such a time, even for a moment, she would become a laughingstock across the entire continent, even if she were to stiffen, twitch, or lose control of her facial expressions.

She didn't dare to gamble.

Nan Feng had calculated that she wouldn't dare to gamble, so he seized the prize without restraint!

Om-!

It was just a momentary daze.

Bibi Dong, who was about to sit down, suddenly stopped and then stood up straight again.

At that moment, her entire demeanor changed.

If Bibi Dong was a repressive iceberg just now, cold and deep, then she is now a raging fire, flamboyant and domineering, with an arrogant attitude that regards all living beings as ants!

Nan Feng, controlling Bibi Dong's body, stood on the edge of the high platform, looking down at everyone. He didn't look at the bishops who were still trembling, but instead cast his gaze towards the distant horizon.

"What? Have you all become mute?"

Nan Feng's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a strange penetrating power, echoing in everyone's ears. "Weren't you quite eloquent just now? Weren't you questioning my age and my qualifications?"

"Why is everyone bowing their heads now?"

The entire room fell silent; no one dared to respond.

"Raise your head!"

Nan Feng suddenly shouted, startling many people who instinctively raised their heads.

"I know what you're thinking."

Nan Feng's gaze swept across the entire room like lightning. "You are afraid, ashamed, and angry."

"The dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall, the supreme leader of the Spirit Master world, was actually severely injured by Tang Hao, who had just been promoted to Title Douluo, and eventually died from his injuries."

"This is a great disgrace to the Spirit Hall! Isn't it?!"

Many people in the crowd below began to breathe rapidly, their eyes flashing with the fire of humiliation.

Yes, these past few days, wherever they went, they heard praise for the Clear Sky Sect and ridicule for the Spirit Hall. They felt so frustrated!

However, the next second, Nan Feng abruptly changed the subject, uttering a statement that left everyone speechless:

"But I tell you—"

"This is indeed a disgrace."

"But this disgrace doesn't lie in how strong the Clear Sky Sect is, but in the fact that—the former Pope was utterly incompetent!!"

These words shocked everyone present.

Standing to the side, Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes widened suddenly, almost thinking he had misheard.

What is she saying?!

Is she criticizing Qian Xunji for being incompetent?!

In front of a large audience, a newly crowned pope openly insulted his predecessor, whose body was barely cold!

"What? Do you think I'm wrong?"

Nan Feng sneered, his disdain undisguised, "The Pope, accompanied by two Title Douluo elders and countless experts from the Spirit Hall, went to cause trouble and try to kill Tang Hao, who had just broken through to level ninety."

"The results of it?"

"He became famous by being trampled on, but he fled back like a stray dog ​​and died a pathetic death in bed!"

"They went looking for trouble and still couldn't win!!"

"What is this if not incompetence?! What is this if not utter incompetence?!"

"Qian Xunji has utterly disgraced the Spirit Hall's ancestors for eighteen generations!!"

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

He's gone mad! The new pope has gone mad!

But... for some reason, after hearing these unorthodox and treasonous words, the sense of resentment in everyone's hearts strangely dissipated, replaced by a kind of... fanatical worship of the new pope in front of them!

Yes!

It's not that the Spirit Hall is incompetent, it's that the former Pope was incompetent!

What does Qian Xunji's incompetence have to do with them?!

"Haotian Sect? Tang Hao? Haotian Douluo?" Nan Feng sneered.

"There are rumors circulating that Tang Hao is the greatest genius in the world, and that the Clear Sky Sect is about to regain its former glory?"

"Ridiculous! Absurd!"

Nan Feng suddenly spread his arms wide, and the red light of the 100,000-year soul ring behind him surged, making him appear like a demon god descending to earth.

"Since that good-for-nothing Qian Xunji has lost his dignity, he can't get it back."

"Then I will take it back myself!"

"Issue my decree!"

"From this day forward, any member of the Spirit Hall who encounters a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect shall be killed without mercy!!"

"I will use the blood of the entire Haotian Sect to wash away this shame!"

"Let the whole world know—"

"The majesty of the Spirit Hall is not to be trifled with!"

"The Pope's authority is absolutely inviolable!"

"The debt of blood can only be repaid with blood!!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!!"

As the final roar subsided, the entire stadium erupted in cheers!

It's not fear, it's fanaticism!

Nearly ten thousand Soul Masters were completely ignited by this highly inflammatory and domineering speech! Their faces turned red, they waved their arms, roared hoarsely, and the fanaticism in their eyes was almost overflowing!

Soul Masters are a group that admires the strong. Compared to a mild-mannered and patient leader, this domineering, even somewhat crazy, tyrant is more likely to arouse their bloodlust and loyalty!

Forget about the former pope; dead trash like him doesn't deserve respect. Only the emperor before them, who can lead them to crush everything, is worthy of their following!

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!!"

"A blood debt must be paid in blood!!!"