Douluo: Dominating Douluo begins with summoning Kong Deming

Chapter 255 I'm Just That Direct

Having lived on Earth for over twenty years, Ye Ling deeply understands one principle.

That means whether you're attending a meeting or a banquet, the most important thing is to pay attention to your own safety.

Examples include Hongmen for Liu Bang, Shangyuan Post Station for Li Keyong, and Huai Ren Hall for Xiao Wang.

Both of them made ample preparations and thus successfully escaped.

The latter ended up as a prisoner simply because it was just a simple meeting.

Ye Ling's decision to go to the Papal Palace to see Bibi Dong without any Title Douluos by his side also carries this implication.

However, Ye Ling himself is very strong and confident that he can escape from Bibi Dong's clutches.

It wasn't noticeable when we were far away.

However, upon closer inspection, Ye Ling discovered that the entire Papal Palace covered an enormous area.

It can even be compared to the Heavenly Dou Imperial Palace.

The cardinal led Ye Ling all the way to the front of the Papal Palace before being stopped.

"stop!"

Two paladins clad in silver armor blocked Ye Ling and the cardinal's path.

"This is forbidden territory. Anyone who approaches without His Holiness the Pope's decree will be killed on sight!"

The two Temple Knights, along with hundreds of other Temple Knights on either side, drew their longswords.

The Papal Palace is the exclusive palace of the Pope of the Spirit Hall.

Even cardinals cannot enter the Papal Palace without a summons from the Pope.

"Ah."

Ye Ling stepped forward, and his aura suddenly became completely unleashed.

Although Ye Ling is only a Soul Douluo, his Pangu bloodline is enough to exert a pressure on any low-level Soul Master that is no less than that of a Super Douluo.

These Temple Knights are all at least at the seventh ring level, making them an extremely powerful force.

However, under Ye Ling's oppressive aura, they all knelt down, even dropping their longswords.

"Young Master Ye, why go to such lengths?"

The cardinal standing to the side could only barely maintain his standing under Ye Ling's oppressive aura, and hurriedly took out a token from his pocket to show to the paladin.

"This is the guest His Holiness the Pope wants to see!"

How dare you be so rude?

After saying that, he looked at Ye Ling again.

"Please...please, Young Master Ye, withdraw your oppressive aura."

In truth, the cardinal was also somewhat horrified.

The young master of the Heaven-Mending Pavilion, Ye, was so young, but his aura was no less imposing than that of the titled Douluo elders in the Spirit Hall.

He didn't even know what adjective to use to describe such talent and strength.

"They're just servants, let them kneel."

Ye Ling pointed at the cardinal.

"You lead the way."

What a load of bull!
Ye Ling sneered inwardly.

Someone who can't even scare someone like Yu Xiaogang, how could he possibly be scared?

Under the cardinal's trembling steps and the kneeling knights, Ye Ling swaggered into the Papal Palace.

In the vast hall of the Papal Palace, spanning thousands of square meters, Bibidon sat on her throne.

Her stunningly beautiful face appeared exceptionally sacred beneath the papal robes, inevitably arousing a strong urge to tear it apart and ravage it.

"You go down."

Bibi Dong's gaze first fell on the cardinal who was leading the way.

"Yes."

The cardinal bowed repeatedly and even left the papal palace in a panic.

In the vast Papal Palace, only Ye Ling and Bibi Dong remained.

Looking around, Ye Ling couldn't find a single chair in the Papal Palace.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. How could the Pope, who has absolute authority in the Papal Palace, possibly allow anyone to sit like her?

Ye Ling pointed at the ground, and the entire granite slab that was originally laid on the ground was suddenly lifted up by an inexplicable force.

It was then reshaped by a mysterious force and transformed into an antique-looking chair.

"Young Master Ye, don't you think you've been a bit presumptuous?"

Coldly watching Ye Ling manipulate Bibi Dong, veins bulging on his forehead, he finally couldn't hold back any longer and asked, "Which matter is Your Holiness referring to?"

As Ye Ling spoke, he sat down in the chair he had made himself.

"I have no idea what outrageous thing I have done. I would be grateful if Your Majesty could enlighten me."

"Outside are the guardian knights of our Spirit Hall. Young Master Ye must feel quite accomplished to have them kneel in greeting you."

Bibi Dong said in a chilling tone.

"So this is what His Holiness the Pope was referring to."

Ye Ling chuckled and rested his chin on his right hand, looking down at the aloof Bibi Dong.

"His Holiness the Pope invited me here, and these blind fools actually dared to obstruct me."

"In the end, I'm just helping the Spirit Hall discipline these unruly lackeys."

Bibi Dong was speechless upon hearing this.

Her intention was to give Ye Ling a hard time and test his attitude.

Unexpectedly, Ye Ling didn't give the Spirit Hall any face at all.

"Does that mean I should thank Young Master Ye?"

Bibi Dong sneered.

"Don't be so polite, we're all forces from the Douluo Continent."

Ye Ling accepted this bargain.

"Next time something like this happens, Your Holiness the Pope can ask me for help."

Bibi Dong's face turned ashen. Since she became the Pope of the Spirit Hall, no one has dared to speak to her like that.

If you remove her status as Pope, Bibi Dong is just a level 98 Title Douluo who inherited the divine legacy.

Such a status is not worth Ye Ling lowering his stance for.

"Actually, there's no need for all these unnecessary tests."

Ye Ling tapped the handrail a few times.

"The Pope invited me here because he wants those thousand Soul Masters, right?"

Upon hearing this, the temperature in the entire Papal Palace seemed to drop several degrees.

Some things may only weigh two ounces on the scale, but once weighed, they can weigh a thousand pounds.

By directly bringing this matter to light, Ye Ling has essentially made public the conflict between the Spirit Hall and the Heaven-Mending Pavilion.

"Very well, please name your terms, Young Master Ye."

Seeing Ye Ling's directness, Bibi Dong stopped probing and went straight to the point.

"It must have been difficult for you, really."

Ye Ling suddenly chuckled.

"Six Title Douluos, plus over a thousand Soul Masters responsible for providing cover."

"Such a grand gesture didn't even harm a hair on our head, and even cost a level 96 Title Douluo his life."

At this point, a hint of sarcasm flashed across Ye Ling's face.

"Why are you doing this?"

Bibi Dong's face was as ugly as it could possibly be.

At that moment, she felt as if Ye Ling was slapping her face repeatedly.

"Is Young Master Ye here to show off?"

Bibi slammed her scepter into the ground, and a powerful aura suddenly erupted from her body.

The pressure was at level ninety-nine, and it also contained a trace of divine power.

"What a joke! After your failed assassination attempt on me, you deserve this humiliation."

Ye Ling sneered and released his oppressive aura.

The two men exerted overwhelming pressure on each other, yet neither could gain the upper hand.

Although Ye Ling's soul power was much lower than Bibi Dong's, his aura originated from his bloodline and had nothing to do with his strength.

However, neither of them could back down at this moment, and they increased their pressure intensity almost simultaneously.

A purplish-black figure with a somewhat ferocious face.

A figure with twelve Dharma wheels growing from the back of his head.

Two illusory figures gradually took shape above the Papal Palace, and two powerful pressures swept through the Spirit City almost indiscriminately.

(End of this chapter)