In an instant, the entire audience was in an uproar.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, then abruptly stood up, making as if to walk toward the stage.
"Wait a moment."
Ning Fengzhi reacted extremely quickly, standing up swiftly and blocking the two Douluos with a stride.
He cupped his hands slightly, bowing to Pope Bibi Dong, and said in a deep voice, "Your Holiness the Pope, shouldn't we clarify the situation first?"
In fact, ever since learning Tang San's true identity, Ning Fengzhi had his eye on him.
For a long time, the Clear Sky Clan, as an established powerhouse in the Soul Master world, had been the vanguard force against Spirit Hall.
But ever since the Clear Sky Clan announced the sealing of their mountain, the situation had changed instantly.
Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had taken the opportunity to carve up many benefits, they were also directly exposed to Spirit Hall's spearhead, increasing their pressure significantly.
And Tang San's sudden emergence allowed Ning Fengzhi to keenly capture a turning point.
In his view, this was an excellent opportunity to make the Clear Sky Clan come out of seclusion and once again take up the banner of resisting Spirit Hall.
At that time, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan would only need to follow behind, making a fortune quietly and reaping the benefits.
Bibi Dong's face was stern as she looked coldly at Ning Fengzhi. "Clan Master Ning, you should be aware of Spirit Hall's ban on the Clear Sky Clan, right?"
"Ban?"
Ning Fengzhi frowned slightly. How could he not remember such an important matter?
More than ten years ago, the Clear Sky Clan announced the closure of the sect and the sealing of the mountain, even directly abandoning their four subordinate clans. This move caught everyone off guard.
Immediately after, Spirit Hall announced: any disciple of the Clear Sky Clan appearing on the continent would be expelled by Spirit Hall.
Initially, when this order was issued, everyone in the Soul Master world was in danger, jittery with fear.
However, time flew by. More than ten years had passed, and this matter had gradually faded from people's view, forgotten by most.
Even openly, the Moon Pavilion, as an property of the Clear Sky Clan, operated grandly in Heaven Dou City. The Pavilion Master, Tang Yuehua, was the biological sister of the current Clear Sky Clan Master.
In the eyes of many, this ban existed in name only.
Ning Fengzhi still held a trace of hope in his heart, wanting to fight for Tang San.
So he took a step forward, cupped his hands again, and said with a solemn expression, "Your Holiness the Pope, I hope you will consider this matter carefully."
"As far as I know, Tang San comes from an unknown small mountain village and is not a formal disciple of the Clear Sky Clan. Perhaps he hasn't even heard of the sect he belongs to."
Hearing Ning Fengzhi's words, Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh dumbfoundedly.
A Soul Master who could use the Disorderly Splitting Wind Hammer Method and possessed the Clear Sky Hammer Martial Soul... and now someone was telling her he was just from a grassroots background?
It was simply the biggest joke in the world.
Bibi Dong's eyes grew colder. "Clan Master Ning, please conduct yourself with dignity. If you insist on obstructing us, then the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan will immediately become an enemy of Spirit Hall."
For Bibi Dong, arresting Tang San was not originally important.
On the contrary, she even harbored a trace of gratitude in her heart. Grateful that Tang Hao had severely injured Chihiro Ji, giving her an opportunity.
However, Hu Liena's failure today had truly exceeded Bibi Dong's expectations.
One had to know, those three soul bones as tournament rewards... even as the Pope, she had expended tremendous effort to apply for them from the Angelic Treasury.
Now that Hu Liena had lost the soul bones, Bibi Dong naturally had to find another way to make up for this loss elsewhere.
Arresting Tang San, capturing a remnant of the Clear Sky Clan, wasn't a major merit. But the other party was a peerless genius with innate full soul power and Twin Spirits; his future prospects were limitless.
The room for maneuvering here was simply too great.
As long as she captured Tang San, Bibi Dong could use this to "record a major merit" for herself.
Whether to consolidate her position within Spirit Hall or to apply for soul bones for Hu Liena again, she would have a reason.
Hearing this, Ning Fengzhi's face instantly became heavy.
The Pope's words carried immense weight. Although the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan had deep roots, once they confronted a behemoth like Spirit Hall head-on, the consequences would be unimaginable. This was a situation he absolutely did not want to face.
"Ai." Ning Fengzhi was full of helplessness. He sighed heavily, slowly moved his feet, and stepped aside to make way.
Seeing this situation, Yu Xiaogang was burning with anxiety. He took a stride forward, walking ahead with large steps.
At the same time, with a flick of his wrist, the token symbolizing the status of a Spirit Hall Elder appeared in his palm.
Yu Xiaogang held the token high, facing everyone, and shouted sternly, "I am also one of the Elders of Spirit Hall. I have the right to protest! Your Holiness the Pope, on what grounds are you arresting my Shrek Academy's disciple?"
"Hmph!" Bibi Dong turned her gaze to Yu Xiaogang, her eyes full of mockery, and sneered, "Openly violating Spirit Hall's ban... your action is simply disregarding the Great Priest and acting recklessly!"
She paused, her tone suddenly becoming incomparably cold as she announced loudly, "Take them all down! In the name of the Pope, I announce that from today on, Yu Xiaogang is stripped of his Elder position."
"What!" Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang's eyes were full of shock.
He never expected Bibi Dong to be so decisive, showing no mercy at all.
Just then, Liu Erlong and Flender walked quickly to Yu Xiaogang's side without hesitation. The three stood side by side, forming a triangular formation.
"If Her Holiness the Pope arrests people without cause, I have nothing to say. However, although Shrek Academy is small, it is by no means a soft persimmon to be kneaded at will." Flender's words were sonorous and forceful.
As his voice fell, the Golden Iron Triangle raised their right hands in tacit understanding.
"Go."
Seeing this, Lu Feng quickly walked to Zhu Zhuqing's side, pulled her, and silently retreated to the edge of the team.
He could roughly guess that Bibi Dong wanted to make an issue of Tang San's identity. Moreover, those who were about to take the stage were all Titled Douluo.
When a sworn brother is in trouble, as the big brother, one naturally must take warning and protect oneself. He absolutely could not add any burden to his sworn brother.
On the stage.
In an instant, dazzling golden light rose out of thin air without warning.
On the bodies of Flender and the other two, the light was so blinding it was almost impossible to open one's eyes.
Surging soul power light quickly intertwined and converged in the air.
In the blink of an eye, an incomparably gorgeous golden triangle emitting a sacred aura appeared, light flowing and shining brightly.
"Today, even if we die in battle, we will demand justice." Flender's gaze was firm, his tone cold, revealing a determination to face death with equanimity.
"Your Holiness, what should we do?" Chrysanthemum Douluo turned slightly and whispered a reminder to Bibi Dong.
There was a hint of caution in his eyes as he quietly waited for her order. After all, the other party held an Elder Token; this matter wasn't that simple.
If they really started fighting and something went wrong, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Bibi Dong ordered Yu Xiaogang stripped of his Elder position; she said it lightly.
However, the one taking action would be him, Yue Guan.
If it were pursued in the future, the responsibility would fall on him.
Bibi Dong's eyes showed no hesitation as she ordered decisively, "Take them down. Those who obstruct, kill without pardon."
With the order given, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo moved simultaneously.
The Golden Iron Triangle, relying on their three-person Martial Soul Fusion Skill, was certainly strong. But they were facing long-established Titled Douluo; how could they withstand them?
"Boom!" A deafening soul power explosion suddenly rang out, like a clap of thunder on flat ground.
Under the joint attack of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, just using one sixth soul skill each, the terrifying power was earth-shattering.
Under the impact of this powerful force, the Golden Sacred Dragon's massive body was instantly covered in cracks, looking like it would collapse at any moment.
On the square, soul power vibrated madly, like surging waves, one after another. Gales howled and raged, and a soul power storm quickly gathered in the air, forming a huge vortex.
To witness Titled experts take action with their own eyes was undoubtedly a grand occasion for the Soul Masters present.
"A chrysanthemum, a little ghost. You dare hurt my son? Get lost!" A low and deep voice, as if exploding out of thin air, echoed with a crash between heaven and earth.
This voice didn't sound very loud at first, but it was like a great bell, shaking people's eardrums until they hurt.
The monstrous domineering aura contained within it made everyone present shudder uncontrollably.
Hearing this voice, Tang San's lowered head suddenly lifted, his eyes instantly filled with the light of surprise.
"Da... Dad."
Tang San, who had always been strong, had all his psychological defenses collapse in an instant, tears streaming uncontrollably from his eyes.
On the other side, the faces of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo instantly became grave.
They subconsciously looked up at the sky, their eyes full of vigilance and fear.
At this moment, a black figure appeared in mid-air, hovering quietly.
It was a middle-aged man, looking about fifty years old, with a tall and burly figure.
It was just that his attire was really a bit sloppy. A tattered robe was draped casually over his body, damaged in many places, revealing bronzed skin.
His hair was messy like a disorganized bird's nest, unknown how long it had been since it was groomed.
"Tang Hao!" Yue Guan shouted sternly as if he were a lit powder keg, his eyes full of resentment.
He stared fixedly at Tang Hao in the air, his gaze looking as if it would spit fire.
He and Ghost Douluo dared not delay in the slightest, quickly retreating to either side of Pope Bibi Dong.
The three formed a triangle, supporting each other.
In an instant, the three Titled Douluo unleashed their full soul power. Like three surging torrents, immense pressure swept out in all directions with the force of an avalanche.
The surrounding Soul Masters were frightened pale, scrambling backward desperately, afraid of being affected by this pressure.
However, in the face of these three mountain-like terrifying pressures, Tang Hao stood proudly like a pine tree, fearless.
He didn't even release his Martial Soul, just hovering quietly in the air, his cold gaze sweeping over the crowd below.
"Want to avenge your teacher? Bibi Dong." Tang Hao's voice was somewhat cold, carrying endless mockery and provocation.
Unexpectedly, Bibi Dong waved her hand fiercely, as if shooing away a fly, and snorted coldly, "Tang Hao, the Great Priest is here. How can we allow you to be presumptuous!"
"Hm?" Tang Hao's eyes suddenly sharpened, like cold stars twinkling.
His gaze fell like a sharp arrow on the white-haired old man beside Bibi Dong.
From this old man, Tang Hao actually couldn't sense any soul power fluctuations. As if he were just an ordinary old man.
Immediately, Tang Hao's aura became heavy.
One by one, soul rings rose slowly from beneath Tang Hao's feet, shining with dazzling light.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red!
The last soul ring on his body was impressively a hundred-thousand-year soul ring representing extreme power and rarity. That bright red color was like burning blood, emitting a chilling aura.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang stared quietly at Tang Hao in mid-air, his eyes full of reverence and admiration.
Daring to stand alone in front of the Pope's Palace with the strength of one person, facing three Titled Douluo led by the Pope. This courage and majesty were like a god descending, making his heart surge.
"A true man should be like this!"
Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists tightly, his body trembling slightly from excitement. It was as if he himself were in that mid-air, standing side by side with Tang Hao.
At this moment, Tang Hao looked coldly at Qian Daoliu and shouted, "Playing tricks. So what if it's Spirit Hall? Watch closely, this is the true Clear Sky Avatar."
Hearing this, Tang San's spirit suddenly shook. He keenly sensed that Tang Hao's last sentence was clearly directed at him.
The seventh soul ring shone. The originally huge black Clear Sky Hammer behind Tang Hao suddenly burst forth with intense black light, like a black sun, its light surging and agitating.
The massive Clear Sky Hammer unfurled in the wind, as if breaking free from some restraint, actually expanding instantly to become a super giant hammer over a hundred meters long.
The huge hammer head was like a small mountain, towering aloft.
Red lines like blood veins slowly emerged from the massive Clear Sky Hammer. The hundred-thousand-year red soul ring on Tang Hao's body suddenly lit up.
As if a beacon had been lit, the black giant hammer instantly turned completely red. It also seemed to be soaked in blood, emitting an aura of destroying everything.
"Angel God, what a fine Angel God. Hahaha,"
Tang Hao threw his head back and laughed wildly, as if mad. "Today I'll smash this broken stone statue of yours."
Amidst the arrogant laughter, Tang Hao's right hand rose high. The super giant hammer in the air, over a hundred meters long, descended suddenly like Mount Tai crushing down.
This hammer of his was not aimed at the three Titled Douluo in front of him, but straight at the Angel God statue on the square that symbolized the supreme dignity of Spirit Hall.
In an instant, the air in the entire Spirit City seemed to be twisted fiercely by an invisible hand, making a "zizi" sound.
"Hm?" Seeing Bibi Dong and the other two making no move, Tang Hao frowned slightly, a trace of doubt flashing in his eyes.
This hammer of his attacked what the enemy must save.
He knew well that once the Angel God statue was destroyed, Spirit Hall's prestige in everyone's hearts would be greatly discounted.
However, the next moment.
Tang Hao was suddenly startled to find that the white-haired old man appeared in front of him as if teleporting.
Facing the mountain-like Clear Sky Hammer, he made no superfluous movements, just calmly released his Martial Soul, and then slowly raised his right hand.