Spirit Hall, Arena.
Tears streamed uncontrollably from Xiao Wu's eyes. She had imagined many scenarios, but never had she expected Tang San to know her true identity—let alone that he would declare his love for her at this moment.
At this point, nothing else mattered. In Xiao Wu's heart, there was only Tang San.
Holding her soft and delicate form in his arms, Tang San's voice, imbued with soul power, echoed through the arena:
"If you want to take her, then step over my dead body first."
The entire hall fell into a stunned silence. Even Pope Bibi Dong was momentarily taken aback, her gaze complex as she looked at Tang San and Xiao Wu.
However, it was only for an instant. With a reminder from the elder beside her, she quickly regained her composure. Taking a deep breath, her expression sharpened, her voice cold and resolute:
"Take them. Anyone who resists—kill without mercy."
Two Titled Douluo experts standing nearby instantly leaped forward, charging toward Xiao Wu in Tang San's embrace.
Flender, Liu Erlong, and the Grandmaster exchanged glances before raising their right hands in unison. In a flash, radiant golden light erupted into existence, forming a dazzling Golden Triangle in midair.
The three of them unleashed their Martial Soul Fusion Technique, positioning themselves in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu.
However, their opponents were two formidable Titled Douluo, and even with their combined power, victory was impossible.
On the other side, Bibi Dong also unleashed her Martial Soul. With her overwhelming Rank 98 soul power, she effortlessly restrained the Poison Douluo, freezing him in place.
The situation had become dire. Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were unable to intervene.
Tang San gazed at the trembling Xiao Wu in his arms. Pressing a deep, tender kiss to her forehead, he leaned close to her ear and whispered firmly:
"I won't let anyone harm you."
Then, his eyes shifted to the figure who had remained motionless behind him—Chen Xiaoming.
At that moment, Chen Xiaoming finally stood up from his seat, stretching lazily. Truthfully, he had been eager to act for a while now, but listening to Tang San and Xiao Wu's emotional moment had made him feel... just a little jealous.
With a whoosh, space seemed to ripple slightly. Chen Xiaoming's figure vanished, only to reappear midair in front of Tang San and Xiao Wu.
A deep, resonant hum filled the arena. In the next instant, the two Titled Douluo rushing toward Xiao Wu were blasted backward like cannonballs.
"You dare make a move in front of me? Did you even ask for my permission?"
Dressed in white robes, his silver hair flowing freely, Chen Xiaoming stood calmly in the air, hands clasped behind his back, a faint smile on his youthful yet elegant face. His gaze shifted toward Bibi Dong, waiting for her response.
A massive surge of soul power swept across the field. In an instant, Dai Mubai and the others felt the crushing weight on their shoulders vanish. Fatty and Oscar exhaled in relief.
"Thank goodness Teacher Chen is here."
Patting her chest in lingering fear, Ning Rongrong glanced at Xiao Wu in Tang San's arms and sighed in relief.
With Chen Xiaoming stepping in, the pressure on Flender and the others was instantly reduced. Without hesitation, they pulled back, forming a protective barrier around Tang San and his companions.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed. With a cold snort, a colossal golden shadow rose behind her, nine dazzling soul rings surging into view:
Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red—nine in total.
For the first time, Poison Douluo and the others witnessed the terrifying power of the Spirit Hall's Pope.
Chen Xiaoming glanced at Bibi Dong and chuckled coldly.
So, they really intended to act? Looks like they had planned this all along—to wipe everyone out in one go.
Sweeping his gaze over Pope's Hall and the nearby Elder's Hall, Chen Xiaoming could sense multiple hidden presences stirring.
"It seems you were prepared for this. Let them come out."
The moment his words fell, three figures shot out from the Pope's Hall. Simultaneously, five more emerged from the Elder's Hall.
Eight in total.
Joining the two Titled Douluo already present, they surrounded Chen Xiaoming in a tight formation.
Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding! Ding!
A chorus of soul power resonated in the air. One by one, brilliant soul rings materialized around the ten figures.
Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black.
Each of them bore nine soul rings, proving they were all Titled Douluo.
Above the vast Spirit Hall, the sky itself seemed to darken beneath the aura of these monstrous martial souls.
The overwhelming soul power radiating from them was suffocating. Countless soul masters below could not withstand the pressure and collapsed unconscious.
In the blink of an eye, only those at Soul Saint level and above remained standing—though even they were frozen in place, barely holding on.
Titled Douluo were legendary figures rarely seen, yet now over ten had appeared at once.
On the entire continent, how many Titled Douluo even existed? And here, nearly eighty percent of them had gathered.
Poison Douluo's face was one of complete disbelief. Even Ning Fengzhi was shaken to his core by Spirit Hall's power.
More than ten Titled Douluo... who in this world could possibly stand against them?
The ten Titled Douluo of the Spirit Hall unleashed their soul power in unison, directing its full force toward Chen Xiaoming.
It was like a tsunami crashing down upon him.
Yet Chen Xiaoming merely stood there, unmoved—a solitary boulder against the raging storm. The space around him rippled slightly.
He wasn't the least bit surprised.
He already knew Spirit Hall had at least this many Titled Douluo. There were probably even more he didn't know about.
Bibi Dong stepped forward, her icy gaze fixed on Chen Xiaoming.
"You insist on opposing the Spirit Hall? Then you have only one fate—death."
Chen Xiaoming met her gaze, shaking his head lightly.
"Overconfidence leads to stupidity. And you call yourself the Pope?"
His eyes swept over the ten Titled Douluo, and his spiritual sense locked onto their levels: three at Rank 92, one at Rank 93, two at Rank 95, one at Rank 96, two at Rank 97, and one at Rank 98.
Among them, six were below Rank 95—only the Rank 98 Titled Douluo was truly worth noting.
Chen Xiaoming's lips curled into a smirk. So, this was their so-called "grand plan" to eliminate him?
"Hmph, words are meaningless. That line suits you better."
Bibi Dong sneered. With this lineup, even Qian Daoliu himself would struggle to emerge victorious.
After all, with herself and Golden Crocodile Douluo, they had two Rank 98 powerhouses on their side.
Though she was surprised by the Elder Hall's additional forces, today's priority was eliminating Chen Xiaoming.
"Attack."
Without further words, Bibi Dong gave the order.
Golden Crocodile Douluo, also at Rank 98, immediately activated his Martial Soul and followed closely behind.
The other Titled Douluo unleashed their full soul power, soul rings flashing brilliantly in the sky, turning the battlefield into a mesmerizing yet terrifying spectacle.
Chen Xiaoming's eyes blazed with battle intent.
"You know nothing... of true power!"
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