Douluo Continent: The Martial Soul Flowing Blade Like Fire terrifies Bibi Dong

Meanwhile, undercurrents were swirling within the Papal Palace.

At the highest point of Wuhun City stands the Douluo Hall, a building representing the highest faith of the Wuhun Hall and perpetually shrouded in sacred light.

In the center of the hall, the six-winged angel statue, a hundred meters tall and radiating endless holy aura, suddenly flickered without warning.

Immediately afterwards, an old man who had been sitting cross-legged with his eyes closed, looking like a withered tree, suddenly opened his eyes below the statue.

In that instant, the sacred aura within the entire Douluo Palace seemed to boil over.

The old man had white hair and beard, and a simple, ancient face, but his golden eyes revealed an unparalleled majesty that looked down upon all living beings.

He is none other than Qian Daoliu, the pillar of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 peerless Douluo, and one of the three Limit Douluos—the invincible Qian Daoliu!

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his head, his gaze seemingly piercing through the thick palace walls, landing directly on the direction of the Holy Son's Palace behind the Papal Palace.

His usually calm and collected old face now showed an unusually solemn expression, even one tinged with horror.

"Just a moment ago... the sacred fire on the angel statue... was actually... filled with fear?"

Qian Daoliu murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief and shock.

As the angel's representative on earth, he knew better than anyone how high the rank of the angel's sacred fire was. It was a divine power capable of purifying all evil in the world!

But just now, he clearly felt that in the face of that extremely pure and destructive fire attribute aura that flashed by from the direction of the Holy Son Temple, the flames on the angel statue actually felt a sense of fear, a desire to retreat and submit!

"Bibi Dong... what kind of monster is the martial spirit of that six-year-old holy son you forcibly bestowed the title of Holy Son upon today?!"

Qian Daoliu slowly stood up. As he stood up, nine terrifying spirit rings (black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, red) rose one after another from beneath his feet, and the immense pressure caused the entire Douluo Palace to tremble slightly.

He absolutely would not allow any variable that could threaten the faith in the Angel God to exist within this Spirit City, beneath the glory of the Angel God! Even if that variable was only six years old!

"Golden Crocodile!"

Qian Daoliu's deep and majestic voice echoed in the empty hall.

Swish!

A burly figure radiating a dark golden light instantly appeared behind Qian Daoliu, kneeling on one knee with utmost respect: "Great Elder, what are your orders?"

"Issue my decree!"

A sharp golden light flashed in Qian Daoliu's eyes:

"Immediately proceed to the Papal Palace and forcibly summon the newly appointed Holy Son, Su Chen, to the Douluo Palace for an audience!"

"I want to see for myself just how sharp this sword, which can make even the divine fire of angels tremble, truly is!"

......

Inside the inner hall, the aroma of tea wafted through the air.

Hu Liena stood obediently behind Su Chen, her beautiful eyes lowered, no longer daring to show any of her previous arrogance or probing.

The terrifying pressure that just now, like a doomsday volcanic eruption, not only completely shattered her Heavenly Fox Enchantment, but also etched a demonic mark deep into her soul that she could never provoke and could only look up to.

This six-year-old boy is not some good-for-nothing who got his position through connections, but an ancient ferocious beast disguised as a human!

Su Chen slowly sipped his tea, feeling the restlessness within his body gradually subside.

"Five percent of the Shikai progress is still too low. Just pulling it out by half an inch, the high temperature and spiritual pressure emitted by the Shikai almost drained the soul power in my body."

Su Chen secretly made plans in his mind.

Although the burst of power just now was extremely amazing, even Yan, who was at level 33, was instantly killed, and Hu Liena was forced to submit, Su Chen knew very well that it was based on the premise of surprise and absolute suppression of the martial soul's rank.

If it really comes to a protracted battle, with his current level thirteen soul power, he simply cannot sustain the Flowing Blade Fire in a sustained fight.

"We must find a massive and extreme amount of fire-attribute energy as soon as possible to forcibly break through the rust seal on the blade and accelerate the initial release process. And looking at the entire Douluo Continent, the most suitable place is undoubtedly..."

A glint of light flashed in Su Chen's eyes.

Sunset Forest, the eye of ice and fire!

The extreme fire spring there (Fiery Apricot Blossom) is absolutely the best nourishment for the Flowing Blade Fire!

As for the Ultimate Ice Spring (Octagonal Ice Grass), it can at most be used to temper the body and improve the body's ability to withstand high temperatures.

Just as Su Chen was secretly planning his next trip.

"boom--!!!"

A terrifying pressure, extremely vast, majestic, and filled with endless sacred aura, suddenly descended from the sky without warning, directly enveloping the entire Holy Son Temple!

The oppressive force was so immense that it seemed as if the entire sky had pressed down upon it.

The fire element in the air was forcibly dispelled at this moment, replaced by a sacred golden light that made people want to worship.

"This...this is..."

Hu Liena, who was standing behind Su Chen, turned pale instantly, her legs went weak, and she involuntarily knelt down.

Her mental strength, already damaged by the pressure of Ryujin Jakka, was now swaying violently like a candle in the wind in the face of this divine pressure.

"The realm of angels under the Great Offering?!"

Hu Liena gasped in disbelief, her eyes filled with extreme awe and panic.

A thousand streams!

That peerless Douluo of level 99, who has lived in seclusion in the Douluo Palace for many years and is known as the invincible one in the sky, actually released his pressure and locked onto the Holy Son Palace?!

"Bang!"

The heavy doors of the Holy Son's Palace were violently blasted open by an invisible force.

Immediately following, accompanied by a series of heavy and oppressive footsteps, a burly figure radiating a dark golden light strode into the hall.

The newcomer was dressed in extremely ornate dark gold armor, with white hair and beard, but his towering body contained a terrifying power that seemed capable of tearing the earth apart.

Beneath his feet, nine spirit rings (yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black) pulsed slowly, especially the last four deep black ten-thousand-year spirit rings, which emitted a suffocating fluctuation of spirit power.

The second elder of the Spirit Hall, a peak level 98 Douluo—Golden Crocodile Douluo!

"You're Su Chen, the newly appointed Holy Son by Bibi Dong today?"

The Golden Crocodile Douluo looked down at Su Chen, who was sitting in a chair. His cold, vertical pupils, like those of a crocodile, revealed an undisguised scrutiny and hostility.

To the Temple of Worship, Pope Bibidon was already a restless and ambitious woman. Now, she had dared to forcibly appoint a six-year-old child as a Holy Son without the Temple's consent—this was nothing short of a blatant provocation against the authority of the Angel God!

Moreover, just now, the High Priest Qian Daoliu actually sensed the trembling of the angel statue, which put the entire sacrificial hall on high alert.

"How dare you!"

Although Hu Liena was overwhelmed by the oppressive aura of the Golden Crocodile Douluo, she still managed to suppress her fear and grit her teeth as she shouted, "Second Elder, this is the territory of the Papal Palace. His Highness the Holy Son is a direct disciple of our teacher. How dare you be so disrespectful?!"

"Enough with the noise. This mere little girl from the golden generation dares to tell me what to do?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly, not even glancing at Hu Liena, and casually released a trace of the soul power fluctuation of a level 98 peak Douluo.

"puff!"

Hu Liena was struck dumb, spitting out a mouthful of blood. She was thrown back and crashed heavily into the wall, immediately losing consciousness.