Douluo's Golden Crocodile

"Stop!" Looking at Yan who passed out after Tianchen's pair of crocodile claws penetrated his lower abdomen, Ju Douluo had no choice but to stand up again.

The nine soul rings on his body suddenly spiraled up from under his feet, and a powerful soul pressure unique to the titled Douluo suddenly swept over the entire place.

And Tianchen was the first to bear the brunt. It was never easy to bear the pressure of a titled Douluo head-on.

Although he did not completely lose his ability to resist, his body felt stiff and he could not move at all.

This was because Ju Douluo was afraid that Tianchen's grandfather, Golden Crocodile Douluo, did not dare to use his full strength. Otherwise, Tianchen would never be able to stand here intact.

After all, the soul power gap approaching level 40 is not so easy to overcome.

The expression on Ju Douluo's face at this time was also particularly exciting, with anger and a bit of stern tone.

Now this is no longer a simple fight between juniors, but a matter of honor and disgrace in the Pope's palace.

"Haha, Juhuaguan, the more you live, the more shameless you become. Are you still doing things like bullying small ones?"

Amidst the sarcasm, a middle-aged man wearing a gold-red and luxurious soul master's uniform suddenly stood in front of Tianchen.

The sense of oppression Tianchen felt before also dissipated.

The middle-aged man has an extremely strong build, even stronger than Hu Yanzhen, the leader of the Elephant Armor Sect that Tianchen had met before. His appearance is also a relatively rugged type. The muscles all over his body are bulging, and his bronze skin makes him dressed luxuriously.

The soul master's robe looks a bit nondescript.

Two yellows, two purples, and five blacks are also the nine best combinations of soul rings.

The person who came was surprisingly also a top-notch warrior with the title of Douluo.

The middle-aged man glanced at Ju Douluo mockingly, and then bowed slightly to Tianchen while everyone was watching.

"Master Tian."

"Demon Bear Douluo doesn't need to be polite." Tianchen smiled slightly and stretched out his right hand to help the elder of the Spirit Hall who had leaned towards their grandfather and grandson a few years ago.

Ju Douluo's face changed slightly, and Ghost Douluo on the side released his martial spirit knowingly, took a step forward and stood next to Ju Douluo, and said gloomily.

"Devil Bear, what do you mean?"

"What do you mean, you ghost can't you tell?"

Another joking sound mixed with strong soul power sounded, followed by an elder from the Spirit Hall who was also wearing a gold-red soul master's uniform.

It's just that this titled Douluo's figure is relatively normal.

Judging from the appearance, this Wuhun Palace elder is only about forty years old. His appearance is not outstanding, but his black eyes are sparkling and can easily attract people's attention.

Ju Douluo frowned and looked at Ghost Douluo, then shouted angrily in a deep voice.

"Devil Bear, Ghost Leopard, don't forget that you are the elders of Wuhun Palace and are under the direct jurisdiction of His Majesty the Pope."

"Yueguan, what you said doesn't count." Ghost Leopard Douluo rolled his eyelids, but ignored it. Like Demon Bear Douluo, he bent down and saluted Tianchen.

There are also factional disputes within Wuhun Hall, and because of Tianchen's intervention, most of the elders who were dissatisfied with Bibi Dong moved to Tianchen's side.

Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo are two of them.

Because Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo relied on their martial soul fusion skills and Bibi Dong's trust, they seemed too domineering when facing them, who were also titled Douluo elders.

The relationship with the two elders, Demon Bear and Ghost Leopard, is not good.

As titled Douluo, Devil Bear and Ghost Leopard Douluo both have their own arrogance. In terms of personal strength, they are not necessarily inferior to Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

It would be fine if only Bibi Dong's voice remained in Wuhun Hall as before.

But now that Tianchen and his grandson have intervened, the situation is different.

Tianchen's eyes were slightly cold, and he waved to signal Ghost Leopard Douluo and Demon Bear Douluo to retreat. He stepped on Yan's face with his right foot and crushed his head into the marble floor.

His goal has not been achieved yet, so naturally he will not stop there.

Of course, Tianchen had no intention of killing Yan.

After all, he planned to use Yan's life in exchange for the bursting and burning flame right arm in Bibi Dong's hand.

Blood continued to gush out from Yan's abdominal wound, and the blue-gray marble floor around Yan soon became blood-red.

A pungent smell of blood spread in the air, and everyone present tensed up unnaturally, but no one took the initiative to participate.

Suddenly Tianchen seemed to sense something, and looked up into the air with a smile.

The space in front of Ju Douluo Er was distorted, and a graceful figure slowly emerged.

Wearing a luxurious black robe with gold patterns, a nine-curved purple gold crown on her head, and holding a scepter about two meters long inlaid with countless gems of various colors. Her fair skin and almost perfect appearance made her look so unique.

Different.

The person who came was none other than Bibi Dong, the contemporary Pope of Wuhun Palace. Time seemed to have left no trace on this Pope’s crown. That noble and elegant temperament, even for Tianchen, who was used to seeing stunning women, also came from Bibi Dong.

Can't find any flaws.

I don't know why, but Tianchen even envied Qian Xunji a little in his heart.

"His Majesty the Pope!" Everyone present looked respectful when Bibi Dong appeared.

Titled Douluo-level elders bowed down, while others knelt down on one knee.

However, Tianchen just nodded slightly, with a faint smile still on his face.

"I have seen His Majesty the Pope."

"Give me a reason." Bibi Dong looked at Yan who was crushed into the marble floor by Tianchen like a dead dog. The scepter in his hand touched the ground lightly, and a crisp sound echoed in the square in front of the Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong just made a random movement, but with Bibi Dong watching her, Tianchen still felt tremendous pressure.

"Yan injured Hongjun, I stood up for him, that's all." Tianchen was happy and unfazed, squinting his eyes and meeting Bibi Dong's gaze in mid-air.

Bibi Dong showed a thoughtful look, then frowned slightly and looked at Tianchen and asked coldly.

"Then why are you doing what you are doing now?"

"Haha, Your Majesty the Pope, Hongjun certainly can't receive a beating in vain, don't you think so?"

As he spoke, Tianchen's strength on his right foot also increased a bit. Yan's head rubbed against the gravel on the ground, making bursts of crackling sounds that made everyone feel their scalps numb.

"His Majesty the Pope, I don't want much, just a piece of soul bone. It's the soul bone left behind by the death of the ancient elder three years ago. This soul bone from Burst of Burning Flame's right arm should be considered as compensation for Hongjun.

"

Tianchen showed a harmless smile to Bibi Dong and said with a smile.

When everyone heard this, their expressions instantly changed. Even Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo looked at Tianchen in disbelief.

This is probably the only time in the history of Wuhun Palace that he threatened the Pope in public and behaved so casually.