Chapter 181: This Child is Terrifyingly Powerful, He Must Not Be Allowed to Live!
On the Soul Arena.
After hearing Dugu Bo's extremely domineering, unreasonable, and blatantly threatening words, the referee seemed to have three invisible black lines hanging down his forehead. He looked extremely frustrated and depressed. His lips moved, but he didn't dare to breathe too loudly, let alone utter a rebuttal.
In the face of absolute strength, the so-called rules and reason seemed so pale and powerless.
With a cold snort, Dugu Bo ignored the deathly silence of the entire arena, and then led the calm-faced Tang Chuan and the indifferent-eyed Xiao Ruier, turning around and walking towards the bottom of the Soul Arena.
However, just as he reached the edge of the Soul Arena,
he seemed to remember something, and his steps suddenly stopped.
Under countless terrified gazes, Dugu Bo slowly turned around, his cold eyes sweeping once more towards Shrek Academy and the VIP platform. He added slowly and deliberately,
"Oh, right, there's something I must remind you of."
He deliberately dragged out his words, ensuring each one was clearly heard.
"I don't care if others die; that's because they lack skill or the referees are incompetent."
"But if someone from our Heavenly Movement Academy were to die in this competition… I can't guarantee I could still be as calm and reasonable as I am now."
A threat—this was clearly a blatant threat!
Yet, still, no one dared to utter a sound.
A moment later, the figures of the Heavenly Movement Academy members completely disappeared from the Soul Arena.
Only a spectator, trembling with fear, and various factions with extremely grim expressions remained.
…
A few hours later, the moon shone like a silver platter, and the sky was filled with stars.
The Spirit Hall of Heaven Dou City, the Platinum Bishop's Hall.
This hall, spanning over two hundred square meters, was extravagantly luxurious. A high dome hung in the ceiling, the walls were inlaid with magnificent stained glass, and the floor was paved with smooth, mirror-like black marble. Within the spacious area, various rare treasures and antique artworks, shimmering with a precious light, were arranged in a pleasingly irregular fashion, silently showcasing the owner's noble status and immense wealth.
Salas sat behind an enormous, almost ostentatious, ornate desk.
His thin fingers were unconsciously tapping on the smooth surface, and a look of astonishment flickered in his deep eyes.
Before him lay a document, just retrieved urgently from the Spirit Hall in the distant city of Notting through special channels.
The paper was slightly worn, even the edges were curled, clearly indicating its age.
Salas had already read the thin document several times, but his heart was still churning with shock; he could hardly believe the records before him were real.
The information was very detailed, starting from Tang Chuan's first registration at the Spirit Hall, confirming his identity as a Spirit Master.
Then there were the records of each time he received the Soul Master subsidy and each time his title was upgraded after adding a spirit ring.
However, all the records stopped abruptly after he obtained his third spirit ring and became a Soul Elder. This meant that after Tang Chuan reached the Soul Elder realm, he never went to the Spirit Hall for further certification, and naturally stopped receiving the subsidy.
This made Salas feel a little unusual, but not incomprehensible. Many scions of powerful families or Soul Masters with secrets would choose not to receive the subsidy in order to hide their strength.
What puzzled him the most, and even made him feel a little terrified, was that the file clearly stated that when Tang Chuan had three spirit rings, he had the standard two yellow and one purple optimal spirit ring ratio!
But today in the Great Soul Arena,
he saw Tang Chuan reveal his first three spirit rings, which were shockingly two purple and one black!
"What's going on?!" Salas's brows furrowed into a deep frown, his withered fingers unconsciously tightening, almost tearing the fragile paper, as he muttered to himself:
"Why does his spirit ring configuration completely contradict the early records of the Spirit Hall?"
He closed his eyes, carefully recalling the immense and solid spirit power fluctuations he had felt today, and the chilling pressure emanating from the ten-thousand-year spirit ring.
"There's no mistake… Judging from the aura released today, that two purple and three black spirit ring configuration is absolutely real! It's not a power that illusions or tricks can simulate!"
"Could it be… that this Tang Chuan possesses some kind of strange skill or secret technique that can change the color of spirit rings, or even hide the true age of the spirit rings?"
Salas thought about it more and more, and a chill ran down his spine.
"That's why he perfectly disguised himself as an ordinary spirit master when he registered with the Spirit Hall in the early stages, thus deceiving our spies and allowing him to grow quietly until today's meteoric rise…"
If that's true, then Tang Chuan's cunning, talent, and the secrets he might be hiding are far more terrifying than they appear on the surface!
Salas lightly patted his forehead, still unwilling to believe that the spirit ring configuration he had witnessed today was real—fourteen years old, with two purple and three black spirit rings!
This was unprecedented and unparalleled in the entire Douluo Continent.
The next second, Salas abruptly stood up from his large chair, strode to the massive bookshelf that reached the ceiling, and his fingers traced the spines of several books before precisely pulling out a thick, exceptionally thick file with gold trim.
He carefully placed it back on the table and slowly opened it.
The pages were made of some kind of special spirit beast hide, containing the Spirit Hall's most core secrets: detailed information on the Golden Generation.
Salas's gaze quickly locked onto the records about Hu Liena. He murmured to himself, his voice filled with disbelief at the contrast:
"Hu Liena, the most talented member of the Golden Generation nurtured by the Spirit Hall with all its resources, hailed as the direct disciple of Her Holiness the Pope, only reached level 40 in spirit power at the age of fifteen... That's already an astonishing talent..."
"But this Tang Chuan, a guy from a small place like Holy Soul Village in Notting City, whose spirit is the universally acknowledged useless Blue Silver Grass... he actually... actually reached level 50 in spirit power at the age of fourteen?!"
"This... how is this possible?! Absolutely impossible!"
Salas roared, feeling his understanding being drastically overturned.
Blue Silver Grass? A fourteen-year-old Soul King? This completely exceeded the realm of genius, reaching an inconceivable, even terrifying level!
A tremendous sense of crisis and the excitement of discovering a shocking secret simultaneously gripped him.
This matter was far beyond his ability to handle and comprehend!
Exhaling a long breath, Salas immediately sat down again, grabbed the specially made letter paper and the pen soaked in soul-guiding ink from the table, and with a swift stroke of his wrist, wrote a secret letter in the fastest and most concise and precise language.
The letter detailed Tang Chuan's abnormal soul ring configuration seen today, its serious discrepancies with his early files, and the deduction of his terrifying cultivation speed.
Finally, he wrote down the conclusion heavily:
"This boy is highly suspicious. His talent and strength far exceed normal understanding. He may be carrying a shocking secret or a special opportunity. His threat level to the Spirit Hall is unpredictable. The situation is of great importance and cannot be decided by me alone. I humbly request Her Holiness the Pope to make a holy judgment!"
In short—this boy is terrifyingly powerful and must not be allowed to live!
After writing the last word, Salas quickly put the letter into an envelope bearing the Spirit Hall's highest-secret emblem, sealed it with his soul power, and shouted in a deep voice:
"Someone come here!"
Instantly, a black shadow appeared silently in the hall like a ghost.
"Immediately! Present this secret letter directly to Her Holiness the Pope as quickly as possible! There must be no delay!" Salas's voice carried an unprecedented solemnity.
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