34. Bi Bidong: Am I not pretty enough?_1

"Elders! Come quickly and help the Great Priest up!"

Mo Xiong Douluo was completely panicked; he hadn't expected things to turn out like this.

He had intended to make an offering, but in the process, he somehow managed to break the Great Priest's ribs...

The other guest elders from the Worship Hall hurried over.

It was only when they arrived that they realized just how absurd the situation before them was.

The Elder Mo Xiong of the past had now transformed into the likeness of the Six-winged Angel Deity!

Although he looked quite strange, the aura exuding from his body was many times stronger than that of the Great Priest.

This was definitely divine possession!

Had Mo Xiong Douluo inherited the power of the Six-winged Angel Deity?

But he was completely unrelated to the deity, right?!

"Lift him slowly, gently!"

Two elders stood on each side of Thousand Waves, carefully trying to help him up.

The first attempt failed to move him.

They applied more force, but Thousand Waves was in so much pain that he was close to crying, and yet his knees seemed to be nailed to the ground, unable to rise.

Could it be?

Thousand Waves looked at Mo Xiong Douluo in front of him with a lingering fear and asked,

"How long did you say the Divine Power could last inside you?"

"Five minutes."

Thousand Waves swallowed hard.

As long as the Divine Power of the Angel God was maintained, it was impossible for him to get up; only when the Divine Power faded could he rise.

After waiting a while longer, the divine strength faded from Mo Xiong Douluo's body, and Thousand Waves immediately signaled the nearby elders to help him up.

Sure enough, this time his knees could leave the ground, but Thousand Waves was still grimacing in pain.

The force from before had been truly terrifying; feeling gazed upon by a deity was like falling into the chill of an ice cellar.

"Quick, go find a healing soul master!"

Thousand Waves instructed.

He then turned to look at Mo Xiong Douluo and said somewhat awkwardly, "That youth... who is that youth?"

"A seeker of death... that's what he said. We don't know his real identity," they replied.

"Seeker of death."

Thousand Waves repeated the words, unable to find peace within himself.

"He's no ordinary person, being able to place the power of a deity into an Experience Card; that alone is something only a deity could do."

Mo Xiong Douluo nodded respectfully, "We believe that he already possesses these abilities, which is why he can transfer them to others."

"You mean to say he possesses the power of the Six-winged Angel Deity too?"

"Very likely."

Suddenly, Thousand Waves looked at the elders with a stern face: "Where is the healing soul master?! Why is it taking so long? If I go and don't meet that youth, I will hold you accountable!"

"Didn't the Great Priest say that he would never leave the Worship Hall?"

Mo Xiong Douluo looked at him with an odd expression.

This made Thousand Waves's face stiffen, and embarrassment flooded his features.

"Ahem... Of course, that also depends on the situation!"

...

Outside the Martial Soul Hall.

Following Xue Qinghe's order, the Guard Commander headed towards the stands.

He bellowed, "You there, stop what you're doing!"

The moment his words fell, the burly men above turned to look, and without caring about the odd attire of the Guard Commander, they impatiently said,

"What the hell is the rush, get in line!"

Get in line??

The Guard Commander was furious upon hearing this.

"The people of Soul City are truly insolent! Bullying a child like this, doesn't your conscience trouble you?"

Lin Yi opened his eyes when he heard this and furrowed his brows.

Who the hell is wasting my time?

A newcomer?

He looked towards the Guard Commander and said in a deep voice,

"Who are you? Either attack me or get out of my way, but don't waste my time."

Upon hearing this, the Guard Commander opened his eyes wide in surprise, his forehead creased with question marks.

Had he misheard? Were all these really the youth's own doing?

Xue Qinghe heard Lin Yi's words, her eyebrows knitting slightly, her gaze inadvertently shooting towards the banner above the stands.

"Seeking death in disillusionment, courage in killing brings rewards!"

Crazy...

Soul City had truly lowered the bar beyond his expectations.

Qian Renxue lost all interest in an instant, frowning at the Guard Commander.

"Get in the carriage, take a detour!"

"Yes, Crown Prince!"

The Guard Commander also saw the banner and, like Xue Qinghe, cursed the lunacy of it, damn it for wasting his emotions.

So he was a death seeker.

…

Wait a second.

Crown Prince??

Upon hearing this title, Lin Yi quickly looked towards Xue Qinghe, only to catch a glimpse of a figure just entering the carriage.

This carriage seemed to be from the Tiandou Empire, a totem Lin Yi somewhat recognized.

Could it be that Qian Renxue had come to Martial Soul City?

By this time, the procession had already taken a detour and was advancing toward Martial Soul Hall from another direction.

Lin Yi glanced at it and smiled.

He wasn't in a hurry, confident that within a day, Qian Renxue would scurry back here.

Perhaps Thousand Waves would be with her.

Due to the procession's detour, Bi Bidong and the five Elders who had just arrived missed seeing Xue Qinghe.

"There are people who arrived even earlier than us?"

Chrysanthemum Douluo marveled at the scene before him.

"You're wrong, besides us, all those who were present yesterday have arrived. I didn't expect their passion to exceed ours!"

Ghost Douluo slung an arm around Chrysanthemum Douluo's shoulder, only to receive a disdainful glance in return.

"Stop blabbering, get them off."

Bi Bidong ordered coldly.

Martial Soul City was her turf, even if she arrived late, she was entitled to priority treatment, no reason needed.

"Yes, Your Eminence!"

The five Elders strode towards the stands with an imposing air.

Dragon Lance Douluo took the lead, releasing his Martial Soul, the double-headed dragon shining with gold flashes raised its massive head, intimidating the Soul Masters below.

"You have five seconds to clear the area, making space for the Pope!"

"Damn! The people from Martial Soul Hall are here again!"

"I've been queuing since three past midnight and still not in! My God!"

"Can't you give us a chance?!"

…

Soul Masters at the back of the line cried bitterly.

But then, Ghost Panther Douluo took the field, releasing his Martial Soul.

The Holy Pattern Ghost Leopard roared furiously, joining Dragon Lance Douluo in scaring the Soul Masters enough to fall to the ground, only to scramble up immediately and clear space.

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo smiled, posing with gentlemanly elegance.

"Your Eminence, please."

Bi Bidong said coldly, "Hmm."

The six dominant Titled Douluos arrived below the stands, and the five Elders promptly made room for Bi Bidong.

"We meet again, senior."

Bi Bidong's cold expression softened as she saw Lin Yi, greeting him with a beautiful smile and a courteous bow.

But after waiting a long while, she received no reply.

Bi Bidong couldn't help but knit her brows, looking up only to realize that Lin Yi was simply sitting there, not even bothering to open his eyes!

Was she not pretty enough, or did he have absolutely no interest in women?

Even so, couldn't he at least give a little face to the Pope?

A simple acknowledgement would have been sufficient!

Lin Yi's indifference made Bi Bidong begin to doubt her own charm and authority.

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