I've already been given the title of Douluo, and you want me to be reasonable?

The Cardinal of the Spirit Hall trembled, sweat pouring down his back, and said, "Attack the Heaven Dou Royal Academy... We have dispatched four thousand Soul Masters..."

"These include Demon Bear Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo, and the Offering Demon-Subduing Douluo..."

"and then?"

Bibi Dong asked anxiously, after all, this was the matter she cared about most.

The cardinal swallowed hard, wiped the sweat from his cheeks, and lowered his voice, saying, "All the Soul Masters we sent out... are dead. The disciples of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy suffered no casualties, only a few sustained minor injuries..."

"Elder Demon Bear has fallen... Demon Subduing Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, and Spirit Kite Douluo are all seriously injured. Without Elder Demon Bear's help, they would probably have been wiped out!"

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong staggered back two steps, trembling all over, her eyes revealing her anger towards Lin Yuan.

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy... Lin Yuan... you bastard, I will definitely kill you!!!"

Bibi Dong crushed the teacup in her hand with force, her eyes wide with anger, wishing she could grind Lin Yuan, that bastard, to dust right now.

At this moment, Bibi Dong felt dizzy and touched her forehead, her whole body trembling wildly.

The cardinal prostrated himself on the ground, kowtowing frantically, and asked tremblingly, "Your Holiness, what should we do next?"

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, her eyes fierce, and said, "Order the Martial Soul Temple of Heaven Dou City to be as restrained as possible and not to act rashly. Monitor the movements of the Heaven Dou Empire and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School at all times, and report any situation immediately."

"Yes."

The cardinal immediately nodded, then turned and left.

"You may all leave. I need some peace and quiet. No one is allowed to enter without my order."

The titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall immediately turned and left. Perhaps for them, it was already good enough to avoid being punished by His Holiness the Pope, let alone stay here any longer.

Inside the quiet Papal Palace, Pope Bibi Dong was acting like a madwoman, smashing everything in the room to pieces.

"Lin Yuan, I hate you, I hate you so much!"

"I should have killed you in Spirit City back then, and none of this would have happened!"

Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with ferocity, her face contorted in a rage, and she roared wildly. But suddenly she felt a sweet taste in her throat, and a mouthful of bright red blood gushed out on the spot.

Seeing the bloodstains on her fingers, Bibi Dong felt a surge of anger and blood rush to her head. She felt a tightness in her chest, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground unconscious.

Inside the offering hall.

Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder, stood there quietly, his gaze fixed on the Demon-Slaying Douluo kneeling on the ground.

The Sixth Prince, Thousand-Jin Douluo, immediately rushed over. Seeing his younger brother so badly injured, he showed a shocked expression.

"what happened to you?"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo lowered his head in dejection and said, "I'm sorry... Grand Elder, I failed."

Qian Daoliu came to the Demon-Slaying Douluo, helped him up, and said softly, "Demon-Slaying, what happened? Who hurt you like this?"

"It's Lin Yuan!"

The Demon-Slaying Douluo gritted his teeth and said, "I never expected this guy to possess seven 100,000-year soul rings, and the age of his soul bones...! It seems they've all reached the 100,000-year level." Upon hearing this, all the powerful figures in the Hall of Worship were shocked.

Seven soul rings that are each 100,000 years old?
Six max-level, 100,000-year-old soul bones!
How is this possible!
Everyone in the arena was dressed identically, except for the black of the Soul Douluo and the red of the Title Douluo; they wore golden robes.

Moreover, the embroidered patterns on each person's robes are different, made of silver thread, each representing their martial spirit. The gold robes and silver embroidery represent the elders of the Martial Spirit Hall.

The Spirit Hall has been operating for many years, and its profound foundation is unmatched by any other spirit master sect. Originally, it had as many as twenty elders at the Title Douluo level, and even after some of them died, the remaining number is still enormous.

Even more powerful are the offerings within the Elders' Hall.

But they had never heard of anyone possessing seven 100,000-year soul rings, plus six soul bones with an age of over 100,000 years!

Qian Daoliu sat in his chair, looking solemnly at the few elders in front of him, and sighed deeply: "A level 99 Title Douluo... the successor of the Asura God, your failure was expected."

The Demon-Slaying Douluo asked with a solemn expression, "Great Elder, what should we do next? We can't just let Lin Yuan successfully break through to level 100, can we?"

Qian Daoliu exhaled a deep breath, held one hand behind his back, and said solemnly, "From now on, none of you are allowed to attack Lin Yuan."

"Now that Xue'er wants to receive the inheritance of the Angel God, I can't let anything happen to her, especially to Lin Yuan. You should understand, right?"

If I die, Xue'er will never be able to break through level 100 and become a god-level powerhouse.

That's why Qian Daoliu didn't want to provoke Lin Yuan, and also because he didn't want Lin Yuan to interfere with Xue'er. If he failed, it would be impossible for Xue'er to break through to level 100 in the future.

Golden Crocodile Douluo said with a strange expression, "So, it seems we still need to be patient."

"no way."

Qian Daoliu gripped the Angelic Holy Sword tightly and said softly, "If something unexpected happens, Xue'er's future achievements will definitely be interfered with, and at that time, our Spirit Hall will also be destroyed."

"I cannot become a sinner of the Spirit Hall, nor can I allow the God of Angels to be tarnished. I will make Xue'er a true god-level powerhouse!"

Becoming a god was Qian Daoliu's lifelong dream. If he could help his granddaughter break through level 100 and become a god-level powerhouse, he would do it even if it meant his own death.

Qian Daoliu stood with one hand behind his back, looking at the angel statue in front of him, a strange, almost imperceptible glint in his eyes.

"Angel God, pray that our Xue'er can break through level 100 and become a true god-level powerhouse."

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Tiandou City, Tiandou Royal Academy.

In the quiet room, Lin Yuan sat cross-legged, his body surging with energy, symbolizing that his strength had reached the level of the Asura Divine Sword that had appeared here.

"Now that I have completed the first three trials of the Asura God, the fourth trial has not yet come down. Could it be that the Heavenly Dao is interfering again?"

Lin Yuan stroked his chin, looked at the Asura Demon Sword in front of him, and muttered something strange to himself.

Just then, the Asura God King appeared out of thin air and looked at the successor in front of him, feeling equally uneasy.

As the inheritor of his own legacy, he was extremely displeased that Heaven was interfering with him after only two trials.

(End of this chapter)