Douluo Continent: My plan to slay the gods has been exposed!

Chapter 22 Hunting Xiao Wu! The Spirit Hall Assembles!

"There are many worshippers in the Spirit Hall, but there is only one Pope."

The ghostly figure trembled, as if it had thought of something, and looked up at Bibi Dong, its gaunt face full of disbelief.

"Did you understand?"

"Listen, I understand."

"If you understand, then do it."

Without further explanation, Bibi Dong looked up at the gradually darkening sky, hugged the fast-sleeping Bai Ze tightly in her arms, and her figure disappeared instantly.

"His Holiness the Pope has become stronger again."

It's not just that their strength has increased; they've gained more composure and confidence, and they no longer care about the interference or opinions of the Hall of Worship when making decisions.

Ghost Douluo stood there for a long time, scratching his face with a complicated expression.

Is the world about to change?

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Shrek Academy.

Since its rise to fame in the National Soul Master Competition, the once obscure and impoverished academy has instantly become a coveted prize for the empire.

At the master's strong suggestion, Flander, even though it pained him to death, still used a portion of the prize money to expand the academy and began to recruit a large number of talented and hardworking commoner students.

"Friends, I'm back!"

Looking at Shrek Academy, which was quite different from what he remembered, the handsome young man with long blue hair couldn't hide his excitement. He showed none of the coldness and decisiveness he had displayed in the City of Slaughter.

"Damn, who are you?!"

Upon seeing the handsome guy running towards them, the chubby boy with short red hair immediately became unhappy. Looking at that handsome face that resembled a woman, his chubby face was twisted with jealousy.

"It's me, Fatty, your third brother!"

Third brother?

Ma Hongjun glanced at him disdainfully, a sneer on his lips: "Third Brother? I'm still your second uncle!"

"Don't I know what my third brother looks like? That little bean sprout is only a tiny bit taller than me. Unlike you, who looks decent enough to lie to people, you don't even know how to find a suitable partner. Do you really think I've lost my mind?"

"If you were Third Brother, I, Fatty, would perform a handstand peeing act today!"

It's hard, it's hard, my fist is hard!

As the fat man's words became increasingly outrageous, Tang San could no longer maintain his smile.

"Stop, don't say anymore, I can vouch for you!"

The fat man chuckled: "Fine, I'll see how you prove it. If you want to prove it, you have to produce evidence. Empty words don't count. Otherwise, I can also prove that I am your father."

"Don't worry, you won't have any doubts after you see the evidence."

Tang San's smile became even more captivating, but his murderous aura also grew stronger.

Thick strands of blue silver grass sprouted from the ground, completely destroying the newly paved playground. The strands then intertwined to form a huge cage, trapping the unsuspecting fat man in a ball.

"Holy crap, this is Blue Silver Grass?!"

A phoenix flame was spat onto the blue silver cage, but it only burned a small patch the size of a palm, which was then covered by newly grown branches and leaves in the next second.

That damn fire-immune monster, is it really the third brother?!

As Tang San approached with a smile, the fat man felt utterly miserable, his face trembling uncontrollably.

"Third, Third Brother, I was wrong!!!"

No, you're not wrong.

Tang San approached with a smile, the soul imprint on his other hand beginning to appear: "You still know how to talk about evidence, your vigilance is quite good. You've really changed a lot in just three days."

"You've experienced the Blue Silver Grass firsthand, and you're probably familiar with another piece of evidence as well."

Another piece of evidence?

Recalling that earth-shattering hammer blow during the National Soul Master Competition, Ma Hongjun almost burst into tears: "Third Brother, it can't be that bad, can it?"

"Of course."

A faint light appeared in his hand, and a huge, black forging hammer appeared. Tang San's eyes narrowed, and the shadow cast by his tall stature completely enveloped the fat man.

"Put it down, it won't hurt much."

"ah!!!"

The high-pitched scream startled a flock of birds.

"It's really lively."

The master held a cup of hot tea, looked up at the birds taking flight in the sky, and a slight smile appeared on his usually expressionless face.

"So, after you left the City of Slaughter, Hao, your father sent you to Yuexuan to learn aristocratic etiquette in order to suppress the murderous intent within you?"

"Yes, teacher."

Tang San sat in the chair and honestly recounted his experiences over the past few years, only vaguely mentioning some things that couldn't be said.

"That's good. With your foresight, Haotian Douluo, you will naturally be able to walk the path that is most suitable for you."

The master sighed deeply: "What are your plans regarding Xiao Wu?"

Xiao Wu?

Tang San smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness: "I'll be going to the Star Dou Great Forest soon. It's been several years since I last saw her, and I do miss her a bit."

"Now is not the best time to see her."

Looking at the disciple he had painstakingly taught, the master's eyes were full of satisfaction, but also some worry.

"The world has not been peaceful lately. The Spirit Hall has been making a lot of moves recently, and it would be a bad thing to rashly run into them now."

"Haha, don't worry, teacher!"

Tang San pointed to himself and smiled, "Don't even mention you, even Bibi Dong, would she recognize me the first time she saw me?"

"Too."

The master nodded with a smile: "Be careful."

"Yes."

Tang San's face radiated confidence: "If it were Bibi Dong, I'd naturally run away at the sight of her, but those three so-called Golden Generation members, if they really met me, they'd be in for a world of hurt!"

Are you that confident?

The master frowned slightly, seemingly sensing something was amiss, but then, remembering Tang San's current level, his brow immediately relaxed.

"Very good, that's the kind of confidence we need."

"If we really do encounter them, we'll show them what a true genius is!"

The master also laughed, but when he remembered Bibi Dong's past indifference, his smile faded a bit.

"By the way, when do you plan to leave?"

"How about three days from now?" Tang San smiled. "It's been a few years since we last met, and there are a lot I want to talk to the brothers about."

"it is good."

The master laughed again, more times in one day than in the previous three years combined.

It's time to go to the Spirit Hall. No matter the cost, we must find out the secret of twin spirits from Bibi Dong. The fate of exploding and dying should not happen to Xiao San.

After downing the hot tea in his cup, Yu Xiaogang looked at the birds hovering outside the window, a determined glint in his eyes.

"The Spirit Hall is growing stronger every day, and some sects are probably already getting restless. With a little push, we might be able to make the Spirit Hall fail this time."

Yu Xiaogang frowned in thought, and a plan slowly took shape in his mind.

"With Ning Rongrong and Xiao San's hidden weapons, we can drag the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School into trouble. We can also send the two dragons to persuade them, appealing to their interests and emotions."

"And then there's the Heaven Dou Empire. Those nobles and even His Majesty have probably long harbored reservations about the Spirit Hall, but for various reasons they haven't been able to make a move. This is also an opportunity."

"The Haotian Sect has been in seclusion for a long time, and there isn't enough time."

"But Shrek is also a force to be reckoned with."

With our Golden Iron Triangle and a group of teachers with Soul Emperor and Soul Saint cultivation levels, the Spirit Hall would certainly not dare to underestimate us now!

Yu Xiaogang laughed, his face radiating confidence.

"Whatever the Spirit Hall's intentions this time, we will certainly—"

"All efforts were in vain!"

(End of this chapter)