Chapter 507: Spirit Hall’s All-Star Team Debuts, The Supreme Pontiff’s Majesty
Chapter 507: Spirit Hall’s All-Star Team Debuts, The Supreme Pontiff’s Majesty
The morning sunlight slanted across the window lattice.
Xiao Wu rubbed her fluffy hair, hazily poking her head out from under the quilt.
She patted her head, which felt as heavy as iron, her small mouth pouting enough to hang an oil bottle.
"Wuwu, did I just fall asleep in a daze last night?"
Xiao Wu twitched her delicate little nose, lying on the pillow and sniffing, her eyes suddenly filled with doubt.
"A-Qing, where is this grass smell on the bed coming from? And it’s quite fresh..."
Lin Qingmo, who was tidying the team cloak by the door, paused his hands, raised his hand to touch his nose, his expression completely calm.
"It’s probably because you sleepwalked last night and chewed on the carrots on the table as grass."
Without turning his head, Lin Qingmo casually tossed a set of exquisite Royal Fighting Team uniforms onto the bed.
"Hurry up and wash up."
"Today is not those small-scale arenas in the outer city; the gates of the Central Great Spirit Arena will definitely not wait for a slow rabbit."
Xiao Wu puffed out her cheeks with a harrumph, grabbed the uniform, and muttered, "I am not a slow rabbit!"
Watching Xiao Wu skip vivaciously into the washroom, the corners of Lin Qingmo’s lips curved slightly into an amused arc.
"Is the grass smell a bit too strong? You’ll have to ask Ah Yin about that." Lin Qingmo muttered to himself, pushing open the room door.
Outside the door, the members of the Royal Fighting Team were already fully geared up and ready to go.
...
Inside Spirit City, the Central Great Spirit Arena.
This was not the ordinary arena in the outer city that could only hold ten thousand people.
Instead, it was a magnificent building resembling a giant beast coiled atop the peak of a mountain.
The spectator seats for over one hundred thousand people were packed to capacity at this moment, and the waves of sound surged in wave after wave like a tide.
In the VIP seats, the royal nobles of the two major Empires of Heaven Dou and Star Luo were dressed in lavish attire, their expressions varying.
Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, wore a white robe and held a feather fan, with Sword DouluoChen Xin standing beside him.
Sword Douluo had his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes slightly closed, and the bone-chilling Sword Intent emanating from him caused no one within a radius of ten meters to dare approach easily.
In the hidden corners where the audience couldn’t notice,
on the high beams of the dome, within the shadows of the pillars, and even at the commanding heights around the entire Soul Arena, dozens of obscure yet terrifying auras quietly lurked.
Those were the secret sentries of Spirit Hall.
Dozens of Spirit Douluo, and even hidden Titled DouluoElders, had already completely sealed off the entire airspace of the competition venue.
Even a fly wouldn’t even think of flying out of here in Spirit Hall without permission.
Within the preparation area, at the seats of the Platinum Team of Spirit Hall,
a slender yet tall figure stood at the tail of the team.
She was enveloped entirely in exquisite platinum armor, wearing a cold silver mask on her face, revealing only two clear and bright golden eyes resembling condensed sunlight.
It was Qian Renxue.
She stood there quietly, as proud as an isolated, pure lotus on a snowy mountain.
The moment the Royal Fighting Team stepped into the preparation area, Qian Renxue’s gaze crossed over the surging heads and accurately landed on Lin Qingmo, who was walking at the very front.
Beneath the mask, that stunningly beautiful and moving face curled into an extremely faint and teasing arc.
"Lin Qingmo... usually pretending to be calm and unfazed, calculating every single move."
Qian Renxue’s slender fingers gently stroked the sword hilt, laughing inwardly: "I really want to see what kind of expression you’ll make when you see ’me’ on the arena later?"
Seeming to sense this highly penetrating gaze, Lin Qingmo turned his head slightly and looked towards the direction of the Spirit Hall team.
Separated by half the arena, their gazes abruptly clashed in the Void Realm.
Lin Qingmo blinked, not only without panic, but instead unusually calm.
Instead, he friendly waved at the masked figure, incidentally delivering an extremely brilliant signature smile.
The corners of Qian Renxue’s eyes twitched slightly.
This fellow... is still smiling?
"It really makes people grind their teeth in hatred no matter when."
Qian Renxue let out a soft harrumph and turned her head away, yet the smile at the corners of her lips simply could not be suppressed.
Right at this moment, a ringing proclamation like a great bell reverberated across the entire Great Spirit Arena through a special spirit tool!
"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, Grand Finals—Begin!"
The referee’s voice was extremely inciting, instantly igniting the passionate atmosphere of the entire audience.
"This grand finals adopts a three-team round-robin decisive format!"
"First Round: The three advancing teams will conduct a defending-champion individual battle!"
"Seven members from each team will take turns in a wheel battle; only the two teams with the most accumulated wins can advance to the final ultimate team battle!"
"Second Round: The advancing teams will launch a 7v7 unrestricted team battle, and the winner—will be the grand champion of the continental tournament!"
The referee violently waved the flag in his hand, raising his pitch: "Arena rules: Severe injuries are permitted! Maiming is permitted! The only strict prohibition is directly killing the opponent!"
"The outer periphery of the arena has activated a ten-layer spirit power protective barrier; contestants, fully display your fury and power!"
"Permitting severe injuries and maiming?"
On the seats of the Shrek Team, Tang San clenched his fists tightly, a cold, piercing light flashing within his eyes.
He subconsciously touched the Twenty Four Moonlit Bridges at his waist, a cruel smile appearing at the corners of his lips.
"As long as they aren’t killed... that means my Hidden Weapons and poison will have plenty of room to be unleashed."
Tang San thought inwardly, his gaze glaring fiercely at Lin Qingmo: "Royal Fighting Team, Lin Qingmo... The accounts from before, this time I will claim them back with interest!"
As for the Royal Fighting Team side, upon hearing the rules, Lin Qingmo only chuckled lowly.
"A-Qing, what are you laughing at?" Dugu Yan leaned over with some curiosity.
"Nothing."
Lin Qingmo patted his sleeves and said leisurely: "I just feel that the rules formulated by Spirit Hall are far too considerate."
"Severe injuries and maiming aren’t considered violations; this is simply a grave tailor-made specifically for certain people whose heads are full of thoughts about landing dirty tricks."
!!!
The waves of sound in the sky suddenly stagnated.
The next second, the entire Great Spirit Arena fell into a bizarre dead silence.
It was not that the enthusiasm had faded.
Rather, a certain supreme coercion poured down from above the Nine Heavens, forcefully pressing the clamor of one hundred thousand people back down their throats!
"Roar—!"
Accompanied by a long, solemn ceremonial trumpet blast, at the highest point of the Central Great Spirit Arena, those two heavy, cold, pure-gold-plated giant doors of the Supreme Pontiff Palace slowly opened to both sides with a suffocating squeak.
Countless spots of golden light scattered down from the cracks of the doors.
Two rows of Temple Knights wearing heavy golden armor and holding four-meter-long spears appeared.
Their footsteps were uniform,
and the friction of their armor emitted a cold, piercing sound of clashing metal and stone.
Afterward, they parted to both sides,
forcefully paving a path leading to the Supreme God’s throne in the Void Realm.
A slender, perfect figure slowly walked out from the shadows behind the doors.
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong.
She wore a brilliant golden Supreme Pontiff ceremonial robe adorned with hundreds of dazzling gems.
The red, blue, and golden gems refracted a dazzling and mesmerizing brilliance under the sunlight.
On that stunningly flawless and peerlessly beautiful face, there seemed to be no human emotion whatsoever; all that remained was absolute indifference and nobility overlooking all living beings.
She wore a Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on her head,
and held in her hand the Angel Scepter, which was two meters long and symbolized the supreme power of Spirit Hall.
Every time the scepter lightly tapped the ground, the airflow of the entire Great Spirit Arena violently vibrated along with it!
Behind her,
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan wore a flamboyant golden robe, surrounded by lingering floral fragrance;
Ghost DouluoGui Mei’s phantom flickered, and the chilling aura was piercing;
three Spirit Hall enshrined Elders wearing red robes inlaid with gold and silver patterns followed closely behind.
These were existences representing the absolute peak martial power and authority of the entire continent.
Their strides were in unison, carrying an overwhelming solemnity and a suffocating sense as they walked step by step up to the highest Supreme Pontiff seat!
(End of Chapter)
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