Douluo: Martial Soul Divine Seal Throne, seize the throne Bibi Dong

Chapter 38 The pressure of the throne, the undercurrent surges!
  At the competition venue, Qian Renyu’s voice could be heard far away.

After saying these words, Qian Renyu gestured towards the cardinal.

Normally, as a generational pope, he should have appeared at the beginning of the last three games.

However, this Soul Master Competition Finals was not a normal time. After successfully seizing the title, Wuhun Palace did not widely publicize the change of Pope.

People from all the major forces gathered in Wuhun City, and the young generation of the proud ones also came here one after another.

Such an opportunity was what Qian Renyu had always planned to tell many forces that the sky in Wuhun City had changed.

The cardinal took over the game, and Qian Renyu headed back behind the high platform without making any pause.

Qian Renyu knows better than anyone what will happen in the Soul Master Competition. There is no point in staying here to watch.

The entire stadium watched Qian Renyu leave, and people from various academy teams began to make preparations.

They all looked very competitive and wanted to win the top three spots in the end.

Tang San was speechless and stared at the direction Qian Renyu left, his eyes gradually becoming gloomy.

Xiao Wu leaned next to Tang San, looking in the direction Qian Renyu left like Tang San.

"Third brother, this guy named Qian Renyu didn't stay here to watch the game? Isn't he targeting our Shrek Academy?" Xiao Wu was a little surprised.

Tang San frowned and thought, "The target must be targeted, but this guy named Qian Renyu didn't stop here, probably because he was sure that their Spirit Hall team would win!"

"So, he doesn't think that we can pose a threat to the people of Wuhun Team at all, so naturally he has no idea of ​​staying here anymore."

"According to this situation, then we can continue the game safely. When the time comes to make a big splash, let this guy know that arrogance needs to pay a price!"

Tang San's voice was low and a little hoarse.

While explaining, he gently patted Xiao Wu on the shoulder.

Xiao Wu said "oh" and leaned on Tang San's shoulder without asking any more questions.

Tang San said whatever he said was what he said, and she would never question it.

Not far away, Yue Guan looked in the direction of Tang San and his group with a strange expression.

The low-pitched conversation between Tang San and Xiao Wu, a dignified and titled Douluo, completely fell into his ears.

After clearly knowing Tang San's determination at this time, the expression on his face was almost unbearable.

"This Tang San said that Your Majesty is very arrogant, doesn't he know that he is also very arrogant?"

"You still want to be a blockbuster? This is the real arrogance of him. Your Majesty can only be regarded as arrogant at best!"

"That's it, that's all. When the last game starts, they will know what true cruelty is!"

"But the premise is that they can make it to the end!"

Yue Guan muttered to himself, not bothering Tang San and his group at this moment, and simply pursued Qian Renyu in the direction he left.

Soon, Yueguan followed Qian Renyu to the mimicry training ground of Wuhun Academy.

"Has Yan's affairs been arranged?" Qian Renyu asked lightly.

Hearing this, Yueguan quickly replied: "The arrangements have been made, and my subordinates have informed Yan that he will come here to practice as soon as possible after the opening ceremony of the finals!"

"Then just wait here!"

Qian Renyu answered softly, looking calmly at the mimicry training site in Wuhun Academy in front of him.

A moment later, Yan left the Wuhun team and rushed here immediately. When he saw Qian Renyu and Yue Guan waiting here, he bowed and said:

"Yan, see His Majesty the Pope, see Elder Yueguan!"

Yue Guan stepped aside and motioned for Yan to go to Qian Renyu's side.

The photo of 做, stood on the side of Qian Yanyu steadily: "Under the crowns, I tried the throne projection you gave under the crowns these three days." The power of the throne projection is too strong. If I really use it forcefully, I am afraid that I will lose all my abilities before I can use them!"

Qianren Yuyun listened calmly and was not surprised at all by Yan's answers.

If the projection of the Divine Seal Throne could be controlled so easily, it would not be called the projection of the Divine Seal Throne.

What's more, what he now possesses is the Sealed Throne of the God of Doom and Killing.

The Divine Seal Throne is the master of killing and judgment. It is merciful that the killing power within it did not directly wipe out Yan to ashes.

"That's how it used to be!"

"Next, I will personally control the throne to put pressure on you!"

"The power of the throne will be on the edge of your critical value. You can try to adjust and control it when you are on the edge of the critical value!"

Qian Renyu responded lightly.

Say these words for a moment.

A bright golden light appeared instantly.

The throne of the God of Doom and Killing took shape behind Qian Renyu.

Just like when the throne of Yan was projected, the golden steps spread to Qian Renyu's feet.

Qian Renyu walked up to the Divine Seal Throne, and golden figures appeared in the void.

Many golden figures knelt down on one knee towards the throne.

Qian Renyu sat on the throne, overlooking Yan who was ready.

Yan understood what Qian Renyu meant, took a deep breath and stood at the mimicry practice site, and the surrounding environment changed accordingly.

Raging flames burst out from all directions, and thunderstorms continued above the cloud-covered dome.

At the same time, the golden light on the throne did not give Yan any time to react, and a torrent of great power burst out from it.

"Uh……"

Yan groaned, and his body involuntarily stooped when he stood up straight.

Having already made complete preparations, Qian Renyu suddenly allowed Qian Renyu to independently control the power released by the throne.

My limbs were all broken, but I couldn't help but feel the pain.

Qian Renyu looked indifferent, looking at Yan's appearance at this time, and continued to control the throne of the God of Doom and Killing.

At this time, Yan was far from reaching the critical point of being unable to bear it, so naturally he would not give up the pressure on Yan.

Yue Guan witnessed all this, and saw that Yan's facial expression became ferocious at this time, and his legs were trembling, but Qian Renyu did not stop applying pressure.

After looking at it thoughtfully for a while, his eyes suddenly looked towards Qian Renyu on the throne.

Suddenly, a superb light flashed across his eyes.

Taking a breath of cold air and inhaling it into the internal organs, the whole person was suddenly enlightened on the spot.

"Your Majesty is willing to spend a lot of time with Yan. It seems that your Majesty has arranged all this!"

"If nothing unexpected happens, big things should happen after the finals of the Soul Master Competition. Everything before and everything that happens now is just a guide for what will happen next!"

“Once the final champion is decided, it seems like it will be a truly earth-shattering moment!”

"Your majesty is waiting for the final champion!"

(End of this chapter)