“Level 97…
no, it’s already extremely close to level 98…”
At this moment, all powerhouses at or above the Titled Douluo level within Spirit City clearly sensed this immense soul power fluctuation.
The Supreme Pontiff Palace.
“Your Holiness, that’s…” One of the Pope’s personal guardian Douluos looked up through the skylight, gazing toward the Elder Palace in sheer horror.
The other guardian Douluo swallowed hard.
“There’s no mistaking it, that soul power fluctuation…”
“It seems one of our uncles has broken through.
I just wonder if it’s Uncle Light Feather, Uncle Qianjun, or Uncle Xiangmo.
It’s likely Uncle Light Feather, since he was the first among the three to break through to level 96.”
Qian Xunji possessed the Angel Suit Wisdom Skull Bone and was himself a Titled Douluo.
His spiritual power was top-tier among Titled Douluos of the same level, so he quickly gauged the magnitude of that soul power wave.
It was absolutely at level 97.
Looking at the entirety of Spirit Hall, and even the entire Douluo Continent, aside from the long-missing Tang Chen of the Clear Sky School, the only people with soul power level 97 or higher were the top four consecrates, including his father.
He hadn’t been born yet when his father and the Second Consecrate broke through level 97, but he vividly remembered when the Third and Fourth Consecrates did.
It was exactly like this scene.
No, he should say this scene was even more tyrannical than when the Third and Fourth Consecrates broke through.
Although the power of the consecrates constrained the Pope…
every single consecrate was loyal to Spirit Hall and the Angel lineage.
The stronger the consecrates were, the deeper Spirit Hall’s foundation grew, and the more secure his position as Pope became.
“Haha, come, you two follow me to offer congratulations.”
Sensing the aura unique to a level 97 Titled Douluo, Qian Xunji assumed a consecrate had leveled up.
He laughed heartily and strode confidently out of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.
The two personal guardian Douluos exchanged bitter smiles and followed closely behind.
Aside from envy, a deeper sense of awe grew in their eyes.
This awe wasn’t just directed at the consecrates, but at the Pope and Spirit Hall as a whole.
With such a foundation, why worry that Spirit Hall wouldn’t prosper?
Why worry that Spirit Hall wasn’t strong?
Why worry that Pope Qian Xunji couldn’t rule the world?
They were fully aware of their Pope’s ‘grand ambitions’.
He wasn’t just targeting Spirit Hall or the two great empires…
he wanted the entire continent.
Similarly, the elders residing in the various rooms of the Elder Palace also assumed a consecrate had broken through to level 97.
As for those below the Titled Douluo realm, this soul power fluctuation completely exceeded their comprehension; they couldn’t even judge how strong it was.
Back in the Elder Palace.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei were utterly dumbfounded, staring blankly at the tall, red-clothed man before them, not even daring to breathe loudly.
The six consecrates, led by Qian Daoliu, observed the red-clothed man with intense curiosity.
The Third Consecrate, Green Luan Douluo, gave a feminine smile and murmured, “What a formidable Martial Soul Fusion Skill.
Merely fusing a level 50-plus Soul King with Xiangmo has achieved this level.
Even I feel pressured.
It seems we’ve hit the jackpot.”
“Mm.” The Second Consecrate, Golden Crocodile Douluo, nodded in deep agreement.
“Even this old man felt a trace of threat.
I fear that when the Qin Xuan brat advances to Titled Douluo, this Martial Soul Fusion Skill might reach the heights of the Grand Consecrate.”
“Perhaps it will go even beyond that…” Grand Consecrate Qian Daoliu uttered a profound sentence that left everyone pondering.
He cast a sideways glance at Yue Guan and Gui Mei, speaking in a deep voice: “Once you walk out those doors today, I do not wish for an eleventh person to know about this.”
“Do you two understand my words?” Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes.
The spring-breeze smile had vanished, replaced by an intensely dangerous aura.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei swallowed hard.
Chrysanthemum Douluo hesitantly asked, “Grand Consecrate…
if His Holiness the Pope asks, can we not tell him either?”
“I will give the Pope an explanation myself.” Qian Daoliu remained silent for a moment before answering tactfully, considering his son’s dignity and face as Pope.
“Yes.” Yue Guan and Gui Mei replied respectfully, stepping to the side silently.
Their backs were drenched in cold sweat, and they kept their heads down.
If the Grand Consecrate didn’t permit them to leave, they wouldn’t dare move a muscle.
“Xiangmo, how do you feel right now?” Qian Daoliu retracted his gaze, his face regaining its usual gentleness.
He led the Second through Sixth Consecrates over to the red-clothed man and asked with a smile.
“Uh…
right now I feel like I could punch a hundred-thousand-year soul beast to death.
It feels pretty good…”
The red-clothed man held the spear in his left hand and clenched his right fist as he answered…
but it was Qin Xuan’s voice.
“This voice… Get faster updates on g.com.
you’re Qin Xuan?” The six consecrates, including Qian Daoliu, were greatly shocked.
They hadn’t expected this Martial Soul Fusion Skill to be led by Qin Xuan!
Didn’t this imply that Xiangmo, a majestic level 96 Super Douluo, had actually lost the battle for dominance in the fusion to a Soul King?
Just then, the voice of the Elder Palace Guardian Knight rang out from outside the doors.
“Grand Consecrate, His Holiness the Pope and two personal Guardian Douluos have arrived.”
Qian Daoliu glanced toward the doors but didn’t answer the knight.
Instead, he said to Qin Xuan, “Xuan’er, release the Martial Soul Fusion Skill first.”
Because the Martial Soul Fusion Skill had succeeded, Qian Daoliu’s address for Qin Xuan had changed from “Qin Xuan” to the affectionate “Xuan’er.” Until now, only his two cheap teachers called him that.
Although Qin Xuan found it very awkward.
“Oh…” Qin Xuan complied.
With a flash of white light, the tall red-clothed man vanished, and Qin Xuan and Xiangmo Douluo returned to their original forms.
The difference was stark.
Qin Xuan’s demeanor remained natural, calm, and composed.
Xiangmo Douluo, however, flushed bright red.
His old face burned fiercely.
To think that he, a majestic level 96 assault-system Titled Douluo possessing a top-tier tool martial soul, the Coiling Dragon Staff, had lost!
Lost to a Soul King!
And his own disciple at that!
Damn it, this is too humiliating.
He wished he could dig a hole and hide in it.
Seeing Xiangmo’s embarrassing state, the five consecrates—Golden Crocodile, Green Luan, Male Lion, Light Feather, and Qianjun—all curled their lips, offering more or less playful and schadenfreude-filled smiles.
They were all Titled Douluos, and moreover, consecrates who stood above ordinary Titled Douluos.
They held exalted status and possessed an innate aloofness.
They generally wouldn’t laugh…
unless they really couldn’t hold it in.
If it weren’t for the presence of Qin Xuan, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, and the fact that Pope Qian Xunji was waiting outside…
they probably would have burst into roaring laughter.
However, some of them were about to stop laughing very soon.
“Let them in.” Qian Daoliu waved his hand toward the doors and then looked at Qin Xuan.
Qin Xuan stepped over to stand beside Yue Guan and Gui Mei.
Xiangmo Douluo, silent and wearing a bitter face, went to stand beside his brother, Qianjun Douluo.
Both brothers had the habit of never letting go of their Coiling Dragon Staffs.
This was also how they cultivated the synergy to jointly rival a level 98 Peak Douluo.