"The younger generation is terrifying! The younger generation is terrifying!" Someone sighed at some point.

"With their soul power at the level of the Soul Sect, even with the blessing of the Seven-in-One Fusion Technique, the level of soul power that can be reached in the end is probably just the first arrival of the Soul Saint."

"But, the power of this attack is definitely the full-strength attack of the peak soul saint! No, it even reached the level of Conra! It's terrible, really terrible..."

"But, in this way, with the strength of the Spirit Hall, I'm afraid..." The speaker looked at the senior management of the Spirit Hall with an ugly face without a trace.

"Their own strength will definitely not be able to take it down." Someone immediately said with confidence.

“But… it’s not necessarily true for others…

"Don't forget where this is..."

"This is the headquarters of the Wuhun City, and the Pope's crown is also sitting here. Do you think they may watch their 'golden generation' die in front of them?" Someone sneered.

"But... it's hard to say..." Then someone said in a playful voice.

"You know, if you lose this game, then the three soul bones in the Spirit Hall will change hands..."

"But if...there is someone dead on the side of the Spirit Hall...then, according to the rules of the game, Shrek's side will be awarded the loss."

"These three priceless soul bones are preserved."

After saying that, a low chuckle suddenly sounded during the meal.

It depends on how the Wuhun Hall decides.

Should we want that precious soul bone? Or should we want the "golden generation" with a promising future?

Anyway, no matter how you make a decision, it seems that the Wuhun Palace will lose.

Most of the people who are discussing here are from the two empires and other sects. In a sense, they all have different relationships with the Wuhun Hall.

So, they were all happy to watch the Wuhun Palace be defeated.

If it weren't for some reason, they would have laughed uncontrollably.

And that "some reason"...

Judouluo Yueguan, sitting near Bibidong, retracted his implicit sharp gaze, looked at Bibidong who was still calm, and whispered: "The Pope's Crown..."

With Bibidong's strength, I naturally heard the malicious discussions from all parties before. Or maybe those people had never thought of hiding Bibidong.

In such a grand scene, even if they are hostile to the Spirit Hall, as long as they do not make principled mistakes, it is just such a verbal problem. Will the Spirit Hall really dare to kill people?

The face they had been trying hard to maintain for so many years was about to be lost.

At most, the attitude is a little worse, and it is just a stumbling block.

But... they say it seems that if they don't do this, they will be kind to each other.

They are dead pigs and are not afraid of boiling water.

Anyway, I just want to disgust the people in the Martial Soul Hall.

Bibidong's face was calm, and his hands, which were originally holding the handrail tightly, had already relaxed.

She has always ignored those people's malicious speculations, just clowns.

However, it is indeed a choice...

Bibidong's lips buzzed slightly, then Ju Douluo Yueguan nodded understandingly and quietly retreated.

However, Ning Fengzhi and Jian Douluo were not affected by these quiet actions at all, and were chatting and laughing at themselves.

"It's amazing, it's amazing!" Ning Fengzhi said with a smile.

"It is also a seven-in-one fusion technique, but it is completely different from the one from Canghui Academy. It has stronger applicability and does not need to find a martial soul with a high degree of compatibility like Canghui."

"I am worthy of being a master!" Ning Fengzhi praised again.

Jian Douluo nodded slightly, and he also expressed his appreciation for the master's wisdom.

"Fengzhi, what do you think the Spirit Hall will choose?" Jian Douluo suddenly asked.

"This is not an option from the beginning..." Ning Fengzhi chuckled.

"Bibidong cannot give up the lives of the young people below." Ning Fengzhi looked deeply at the elegant and luxurious Bibidong not far away.

"How can you cherish the soul bone? If placed in the warehouse, it will be just a dead thing after all. However, the talents are different. Everyone in the 'Golden Generation' has the potential to achieve the title Douluo!"

"Not to mention, if she ignored human life in order to save her soul bone, what do you think the rest of the Spirit Hall would think?"

"Even the genius of the Spirit Hall and the next generation of leaders can sacrifice themselves. So, how many people cannot die?"

"Bibidong is the first female pope in the Spirit Hall, and at the same time, he may also be the most outstanding pope in the Spirit Hall history. She cannot make such an unwise choice." Ning Fengzhi said confidently.

Jian Douluo didn't say anything, which was exactly what he thought.

but……

Jian Douluo frowned slightly, and he looked at Bibidong with a serious expression.

He knew that this generation of popes in the Martial Soul Hall was amazing. However, he originally thought that even with her talent, although she had reached the title of Douluo, her strength would not be too strong, and she should be weaker than Douluo.

But now, look...

He couldn't see Bibi Dong's cultivation level clearly!

You should know that with his current soul power and the powerful killing power of his Seven Killing Sword, even the second priest in the Spirit Hall, he would not have the power to fight.

Even if he had the blessing of Ning Fengzhi's Seven Treasure Glazed Tower, he would have the confidence to defeat the second worshiper on the sixth floor.

In his opinion, the only one who can defeat him now is probably the Peerless Douluo, the Great End of the Spirit Hall, and thousands of ways to flow.

But Bibidong actually...

Moreover, he could vaguely feel a little uncomfortable aura on Bibidong...

"Uncle Jian, Yueguan is moving!" At this time, Ning Fengzhi suddenly shouted softly, interrupting Jian Douluo's thoughts.

Jian Douluo came back to his senses and subconsciously glanced at the location of Ju Douluo Yue Pass. Sure enough, there was no one.

Off the field, after Ye Yao's first true liberation of the Sword of Victory in his life, the armor originally covered in his body dissipated to varying degrees.

"Tsk... After the power dissipated, can't the armor be maintained?" Ye Yao felt the condition of his body and couldn't help but smack his tongue.

and……

Ye Yao suddenly took back his martial soul, removed his armor, and sat down to the ground with a look of sluggishness.

The body first gathered the strength of this kind of fighting force, and then poured out in an instant. Even though it was Avalon's existence, he was a little dizzy for a moment.

Tang San behind him saw Ye Yao falling down, hurried over and said beside Ye Yao, "Is it okay?", with a hint of nervousness in his words.

Although he had known for a long time that Ye Yao was just like a livestock and could not be regarded as a human being, he still couldn't help but worry.

After all, he felt that if he was the one who could bear that soul power, even if he could bear it, he would probably have to cultivate for two or three days.

"It's okay... I'm just a little weak in my body, just let me slow down." Ye Yao said, lying on his back on the ground with his eyes narrowed slightly.

This is Ye Yao, with the body tempering of the fairy grass and the bug Avalon. This way, he didn't suffer much substantial damage.

Let’s change someone... Haha, I’ve been reporting to the underworld a long time ago.

"How is it happening across the street?" Ye Yao asked.

Tang San raised his head, looked at the light that had not completely disappeared not far away, and said, "I don't know, wait..."

Although they were almost certain that the people in the Spirit Hall would definitely not be able to take this attack, but if there was really such a thing...

They really don't have much combat ability now.

After a long time, the light disappeared.

Ye Yao struggled to sit up and looked up at the opposite side.

For a moment, Ye Yao's eyes were full of surprise.

The seven people in the Martial Soul Palace... are intact!

How is this possible!

"Wait, no, there is another person!" Tang San said in a deep voice.

Wearing a white robe, a huge chrysanthemum stands in the void in front of her.

Taking this blow head-on, it is intact and can be so calm...

"Titled Douluo!" Tang San said in a deep voice.

"Look at that martial soul... it's Ju Douluo." Ye Yao said softly.

As one of the most frequently featured titled Douluo in the Spirit Hall, Ye Yao naturally heard of his existence from the master.

Since Ju Douluo has taken action, now...

"Referee!" Tang San suddenly raised his hand and said loudly.

"The results of the game should be announced now."

"Ah! Oh, this..." The referee was only at the level of the Soul Saint. He looked at Ju Douluo on the field with a hesitant expression.

On the field, Ju Douluo Yueguan looked a little feminine. He heard Tang San's words, but he narrowed his eyes but said nothing.
To be continued...