Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

Tang San wasn't actually very optimistic about Bai He joining the group.

He had learned about the Swift Spirit, which was purely about speed and had no attack power whatsoever; it was useless except for being fast.

If Tang San hadn't given the Min clan hidden weapons, the White Crane clan would probably still be running around relying solely on their martial spirits.

But since they are willing to come, we can't refuse.

Who knows, maybe I can lend a hand to Titan.

After all, although Baihe's martial spirit is not very useful, it still has some speed. If someone is blind to its abilities, it might be able to save Titan's life.

Therefore, today, Elder Baihe is only playing a supporting role.

"Grandpa Titan, don't worry about me, just go for it." Tang San also gave a few instructions, "As long as we can make it into the lower four sects today, then the Tang Sect will have made a name for itself."

In mainland China, fame is very important.

Especially for sects, if they don't have a reputation, no one will join them at all.

Therefore, reputation is extremely important for the Tang Clan if it wants to develop.

Now, it all depends on how Titan performs.

Moreover, Baihe also brought his gift.

Tang San gave Bai He something for self-defense, and Bai He reciprocated by giving Tang San a medicinal herb that was almost like a divine herb.

Grade 8 Crystal Blood Ginseng!

Tang San believed that, with the help of his Mysterious Heaven Skill, he would soon be able to enter the ranks of Soul Saints.

The Papal Palace was now a bustling spectacle, with the platforms on both sides packed with people. These individuals, each exuding an air of authority, were clearly high-ranking figures in the Spirit Hall. The group of young faces on the left, led by Hu Liena, represented the Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, their expressions radiating confidence and vigor; while on the right stood the elders, holding the Spirit Hall's elder tokens, their faces displaying both authority and wisdom.

The vast plaza was now teeming with a dense crowd, like a giant jigsaw puzzle pieced together to create a vibrant scene. The throng thronged, the noise rising and falling like a lively symphony, carrying with it an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement. Although the scene was somewhat chaotic, the unique badges worn on their chests clearly identified them as members of the participating sects in this re-election of the Seven Great Sects.

Hu Liena stood by the railing, looking down at the magnificent scene below, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart.

Just then, a loud shout, mixed with fluctuations of soul power, broke the noise in the arena: "His Holiness the Pope has arrived!" With this summons, the doors of the Papal Palace slowly opened, and instantly, the clamor in the square ceased abruptly, and all eyes involuntarily turned to the majestic statue of the Holy Angel in the center.

Beneath the statue, Pope Bibidon, wearing a nine-curved purple-gold crown, a long golden robe, and holding a dazzling diamond scepter, slowly walked down the red carpet.

Behind her, on the left and right, stood the symbols of the Spirit Hall's power, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, majestic and mysterious like guardian deities.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope! Long live the Pope! Long live the Pope! Long live the Pope!" The deafening cheers soared into the sky like thunder, igniting the hearts of everyone like a wave of heat. Bibi Dong's current status in the hearts of all Soul Masters across the continent was like that of a goddess, awe-inspiring and inspiring an irresistible surge of passion.

Hearing the exciting cheers, Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow slightly, a graceful smile on her face, appearing calm and composed. Her noble face shone in the sunlight, like a queen descending, inspiring awe in all who beheld her.

"Everyone, you bear the hopes for the future of the Soul Master world!" Her voice flowed like a clear spring, distinct and powerful. "The new generation of the Seven Great Sects will be born from among you, and the Papal Palace will witness your glory. I hereby declare the Seven Great Sects Re-election Conference open!" Every word she spoke was like a drumbeat, striking the heartstrings of everyone and stirring their inner desires and expectations.

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong slammed the scepter in her hand into the ground. Instantly, brilliant golden light burst forth from the scepter, shooting straight into the sky, as if playing a magnificent prelude to this grand event.

With a rumble, the massive battlefield seemed to respond to her command, beginning to tremble slightly. As the outlines shifted, a dazzling golden light slowly enveloped the entire battlefield. "The rules of the competition are simple: support-type sects can have one more support member. The sect with the most wins will advance to the top seven sects, followed by rankings of the upper three sects and the lower four sects."

There are no restrictions on the rules, only one: don't let anyone die.

This time, the competition is for the seven major sects, not the continent-wide elite competition for advanced soul masters. The participants are not children; most of them are over fifty years old, so there's no need to make it so strict.

The initial test is for the disciples of the various sects. After all, if the sect leaders are put in charge from the beginning, what role will the disciples play?

Of course, unless the sect has absolutely no one else available, then there's nothing to say.

It's just a matter of choosing seven major sects; they're not even ranked yet, so there's no need to reveal their identities directly.

"Duke, Miss Siegwen, the High Priestess requests your presence."

Just as Leosley was pondering, a man who looked like a bishop came before them.

"I see."

Leosley nodded slightly and looked at Yang Wudi and Niu Gao, "Gentlemen, I'll head over first."

"It's alright, Duke, you go ahead first, we'll wait a bit."

Upon hearing this, Yang Wudi and Niu Gao also waved their hands.

After all, this matter was originally meant to be resolved, but they didn't expect it to end so quickly, so the two of them are still in a daze.

Tang Chen also left with them.

"Young Master, Leosley and the old sect leader have both left. Should we..." Titan looked at Yang Wudi, a fierce glint flashing in his eyes.

In Titan's view, the only ones who cannot be Tang San's help are his friends, which means betrayal, and betrayal usually has only one outcome.

"No, Grandpa Titan, it's sect election time now, it's not a good time to make a move."

To be honest, Tang San really liked this loyal old dog, even though he was a bit rough in his methods.

This place now gathers 98% of the sects from across the continent, and the Spirit Hall is also here. If someone kills someone here, what will others think?

Although Tang Chen is backing him up, it's okay to accidentally kill one or two people, but that's an accident. It has to be done on the competition stage.

Yang Wudi and his group are clearly just here to watch the show. Other sects have brought their families, but Leosley and his group only brought four people.

wait?

This seems to be the highest combat strength of the Po and Yu clans, right?
Don't they guard the house?
Tang San was so confident because the Power Clan was perfectly safe inside Heaven Dou City, unlike the Breaking and Controlling Clan.
I heard just a few days ago that they moved outside Tiandou City, and it seems that Tiandou Royal Academy even specially approved a small piece of land for them.

But that doesn't seem safe either, does it? (End of Chapter)