In Douluo Continent, the Pope used me as a substitute for my first love.

Chapter 321 The Grand Sect Competition Opens

In the blink of an eye, another ten days or so have passed.

After leaving Wuhun City, Wang Zhao returned to the Dragon King Palace of the Heaven Dou Empire to make preparations for a while. Then, he set off with the Dragon King Palace's "Qianhuang" and the two titled Douluo elders, Bi Lin.

Our destination, naturally, was Longxing City.

Today is the day of the Grand Sect Competition, which is to re-select the seven major sects of the continent. The streets of Longxing City are bustling with people, and powerful soul masters can be seen everywhere. They are undoubtedly from their respective clan forces.

The last time Dragon City was this lively was seven years ago, and since then, human society has undergone unprecedented and significant changes...

In a specially opened plaza, dozens of soul masters, who appeared to be elderly or middle-aged, stood silently facing each other. Seven or eight soul rings rose from their bodies, radiating an exceptionally powerful soul pressure.

The square was surrounded by magnificent and tall stands, large enough to accommodate tens of thousands of spectators. Several thousand soul masters had already gathered there, and their strength seemed quite formidable. Clearly, this grand event was not something just anyone could witness.

"Hey, I see my sect leader..."

"That's the Black Tiger Clan of our country."

"That's the sect leader of the Wind Sword Sect."

"Look, an esteemed figure from the Heavenly Dou Empire is here! Who is that? So dashing!"

"That's Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and next to him is Sect Master Ning, the number one support-type Soul Master in the world..."

"..."

The stands were bustling with noise. At the very front, between the stands and the square, there was a row of independent high seats, undoubtedly reserved for important figures. However, only a few people were seated there at the moment. Among them, the most eye-catching were an elderly man dressed in royal attire and a tough general, who were sitting together and having a lively conversation.

They are Prince Xuexing of the Heaven Dou Empire and General Zhenbei of the Star Luo Empire, respectively. They have come here to represent their two countries and witness the final result of this competition.

"With the Haotian Sect unable to attend, it's unknown which sect will win the title of the number one sect in the world this year."

Xuexing shook her head and said.

"A sect? I don't think it necessarily has to be a sect."

The general of Xingluo seemed to be referring to something.

Xuexing then glanced at him and said, "What does the general mean...?"

"The prince must know. Seven years have passed; I wonder what level that person has reached by now."

Upon hearing General Xingluo's words, Xuexing fell silent for a moment. How could he not understand that the other party was referring to the young Palace Master of the Dragon King Palace, who was a neighbor of his city, Tiandou?

Hmm, no, seven years have passed, and that temple master is now a young man.

Xue Xing did visit Wang Zhao during this time, but Wang Zhao hadn't made a move in public for several years, so much so that countless people on the continent, including Xue Xing, were curious about Wang Zhao's strength.

As for the other major sects' star experts? They're all pretty old, and their cultivation levels are only fluctuating by one or two levels at most, which is predictable, so there's nothing to be curious about.

Just then, a voice came from a seat not far from Xuexing.

"Look over there, he's already here."

Xue Xing looked in the direction of the voice and saw Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin, who had just taken their seats. It was Chen Xin who was speaking. He pointed in a direction, and Xue Xing looked in that direction. She saw three figures slowly appearing in the void not far away.

"Azure Scale Douluo, Qianhuang Douluo, and... um, how can he fly?"

Xue Xing's eyes widened involuntarily, then she turned back to Sword Douluo Chen Xin.

"Your Excellency Sword, has that person already reached that level?"

Chen Xin shook his head with a somewhat solemn expression.

"I can't see through him anymore. He's terrifying. This young man is incredible."

The people in the high seats saw Wang Zhao and his two companions flying in from afar, and many people in the stands naturally noticed them as well, inevitably leading to another round of discussion and commotion. Wang Zhao, accompanied by Dugu Bo and Qian Jun, didn't say much and quickly took his seat in the high seats. People came up to chat with him from time to time, but he only responded with polite but indifferent remarks.

Soon after, four more figures appeared in the distance.

"Look, Her Majesty is so beautiful..."

"Shut up! Do you want to die? You don't even recognize His Holiness the Pope."

"Oh, wait, who's that next to His Holiness the Pope? Behind him must be the legendary Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, right? That guy is actually walking alongside His Holiness the Pope… wait, could it be?!"

"Hiss, he really showed up!"

The arrival of these four figures caused another commotion, and Ning Fengzhi's expression on the high seat became somewhat solemn.

"The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall... Li Ming, Yao."

He glanced at Chen Xin beside him, and Gu Rong, the Bone Douluo who had also come with him, and asked, "Uncle Jian, Uncle Gu, can you see through his cultivation level?"

Chen Xin nodded reluctantly, then shook his head. He felt the same way Tang Hao did when he first met "Li Ming"—it was very strange.

"A Title Douluo? It seems like, but then again, it doesn't. His aura is strange, but his strength is definitely not bad. The rumors that he could defeat Tang Hao might not be unfounded."

Gu Rong spoke first, clearly sharing the same feelings about "Li Ming" as Chen Xin.

"By the way, Feng Zhi, does he really only have one spirit ring? Could he be like Rongrong, who only has one...?"

Ning Fengzhi suddenly glanced at Gu Rong, who then realized what was happening and immediately fell silent, before responding to the disdainful look from the old slut beside her. Ning Fengzhi shook his head again upon seeing this.

You'll find out soon.

At this moment, Bibi Dong and her entourage did not immediately take their seats on the high platform, but remained suspended in the void.

Bibi Dong saw Wang Zhao sitting on a high seat not far away and couldn't help but look at Wang Zhao beside her with suspicion before silently transmitting her voice.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? When did you get a clone skill?"

Wang Zhao met Bibi Dong's gaze, smiled slightly, and responded with telepathy in return.

"That's not a clone."

"Not a clone? What else could it be? How come even I can't see through it? You know... I'm already a peerless Douluo, and I'm almost at that level."

Wang Zhao thought for a moment, "Speaking of clones, you've reminded me. If I have the chance in the future, I'd really like to get a convenient clone soul skill to play with. As for him, well, actually I should say she."

"she?"

Bibi Dong was even more puzzled.

"Yes, her, an old homebody. Sister Dong'er, you know that the name of my martial soul, which I have always revealed to the world as the master of the Dragon King Palace, is 'Elemental Sacred Dragon'. Not long ago, she heard about this year's sect competition and thought she would come out and have some fun, wearing my face, saying that she wanted to show me what a real 'Elemental Dragon' is."

(End of this chapter)