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

Chapter 322 "The Holy Son of the Spirit Hall Provokes the Lord of the Dragon King Palace"

"Since that's the case, I'll be happy to have some peace and quiet."

Wang Zhao smiled and transmitted his voice.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression subtly changed, and her emotions became inexplicably complex and difficult to describe.

She had heard Wang Zhao mention this "old housewife" before; she was the Silver Dragon King, who slept deep beneath the Lake of Life in the Star Dou Great Forest.

Over the years, Bibi Dong also investigated Wang Zhao's situation at the Dragon King's Palace. With Wang Zhao's openness, she learned about his "Seven Dragon Girls" training plan at the Hidden Dragon Academy...

So, after all these years, Wang Zhao and the Silver Dragon King, a god-level powerhouse who can transform into human form on their own and is also an unparalleled beauty, have unknowingly become so familiar with each other?

Bibi Dong was lost in thought and ultimately said nothing. Just then, she heard Wang Zhao say:

"Besides, Sister Dong'er, as you know, with my current identity as the 'Lord of the Dragon King Palace' showcasing the power of the Golden Scale Martial Soul, it's like crushing a nut in this competition. Apart from you, Sister Dong'er, who can be my opponent?"

Wang Zhao's eyes held a hint of leisure.

"Yes, without realizing it, your strength has already caught up with mine, and we've both reached the threshold of that level."

Bibi Dong listened with some emotion.

"By the way, after you reached level 90, why haven't I seen you preparing your ninth spirit ring? Breaking through to the Title Douluo realm should accelerate your progress towards that level of strength, right?"

"Perhaps you'll reach that level of cultivation before I do..."

"No rush, I want to prepare for this properly."

Wang Zhao's gaze was somewhat profound.

"Last time, I discussed something with her, which must have been in the last year or two. If that thing succeeds... or rather, fails, then my ninth spirit ring will finally be settled."

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong looked at Wang Zhao with a mixture of surprise and astonishment.

"Are you planning to... after officially breaking through to become a Title Douluo?"

"That's right."

"..."

Bibi Dong was speechless for a moment, then paused before continuing, "You're crushing weaklings in this competition, so isn't she even worse? I really don't know how you guys are discussing this. Or are you just treating this sect competition, which could influence the continent's landscape for years to come, as a game... By the way, will there be any problems with her taking action?"

"Don't worry, she knows what she's doing. As long as she doesn't use god-level power, there won't be any problems."

"So, can she imitate you well?"

"She is, after all, a god-level expert. Even though she is injured, she is still a true god-level expert. Her current strength is still above the level where you and I have touched that threshold. What difficulty is there for her to toy with mortals?"

Wang Zhao casually shook his head.

"But speaking of which, the Silver Dragon King, who also inherited the wisdom of the Dragon God, actually used the most primitive and foolish method of healing before he met me: 'sleep'... Sigh."

As the two talked, they continued to move slowly forward, leading the two Douluo, Chrysanthemum and Ghost, behind them.

Just as they were about to ascend to the high seat, Wang Zhao suddenly curled the corners of his mouth, thinking of performing a fancy trick.

Suddenly, he stretched out his hand towards the void beside him. A surge of soul power appeared in his hand, and a necromancer's holy scythe with a long handle covered with strange golden patterns and a huge blade radiating a cold light appeared in his hand. Immediately afterwards, an extraordinary gray soul ring rose from under his feet.

This scene undoubtedly caused a gasp of surprise to rise from the stands not far away. Several big shots in the high seats also changed their gazes slightly, some focusing on the gray soul rings around Wang Zhao, and others focusing on Wang Zhao's martial soul, the Necromancer's Holy Scythe.

A single, unique gray spirit ring, and such a wondrous scythe-like spirit...

There can't be any mistake.

He is none other than Li Ming, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!

Many people had this thought in their minds, and then many "old hat" questions arose.

What exactly is going on with his spirit ring configuration? What kind of spirit skill is hidden within those gray spirit rings? Does he actually possess twin spirit souls? If so, why doesn't he reveal his other spirit soul, which is fully equipped, instead of exposing this scythe spirit soul to make people guess his secret?

Wang Zhao didn't care about what people were speculating about. He simply waved the Necromancer's Scythe in his hand lightly, and then suddenly pointed the blade at "Wang Zhao"!

A defiant smile curled at the corner of his mouth on his face, which was shrouded in gray fog.

"Hehehe, you are Wang Zhao? I've heard so much about you."

Seeing the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall suddenly act this way, the atmosphere in the entire venue instantly became somewhat tense. Countless eyes swirled back and forth between "Wang Zhao, the Hall Master of the Dragon King Hall" and "Li Ming, the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall," as if the two were at odds.

This is going to be interesting!

Even more so, he thought to himself.

As for Ning Fengzhi and the others, they thought that this Holy Son of the Spirit Hall didn't seem easy to get along with. His emotions seemed unpredictable, like Dugu Bo, which was completely different from the "gentle and refined" Wang Zhao.

At this moment, Wang Zhao, who was sitting calmly on the high seat—well, let's just say Gu Yuena—subtly changed her expression, wondering what this scoundrel was planning to do…

Suddenly, a cheeky voice echoed in her mind.

"Na'er~"

"..."

A "well" character instantly appeared on Gu Yuena's forehead. Her gaze sharpened, but in an instant, it returned to the calm and composed demeanor befitting Wang Zhao. She slowly rose from her high seat, facing Wang Zhao's scythe directly, and silently transmitted her thoughts:

"I'm showing my true form now, Wang Zhao. Do you want to get beaten up in front of everyone?"

"Oh, I really want to."

"..."

After understanding Wang Zhao's meaning, Gu Yuena, wearing Wang Zhao's face and speaking in Wang Zhao's voice, said, "Your Highness, you've been the most talked-about person lately."

"It's just an empty reputation. Besides, it's just chasing after a mere Daily Douluo. It's not worth mentioning, not worth mentioning at all."

"It's a pity we couldn't stop him back then, otherwise we could have captured him and brought him to Wuhun City, making him kneel before my master's grave to apologize!"

Wang Zhao's words were full of arrogance, which made Ning Fengzhi and Xue Xing feel a little strange. They were even more curious about what kind of ability this "Martial Soul Hall Holy Son Li Ming" who had been in seclusion for many years and whose sudden reappearance caused a sensation, could have to make such bold and unrestrained statements.

and also……

With such abilities, how could he endure being sidelined for so many years? Is it really as simple as it seems on the surface?

(End of this chapter)