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

Chapter 43 Throne, Judgment

Ning Fengzhi stood up.

Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo stood up at the same time.

He did not set foot in the competition area between the Wuhun Team and the Shrek Team.

But as soon as he stood up like this, all the eyes focused on Qian Renyu turned towards Ning Fengzhi and the others.

The smell of gunpowder came up immediately.

"His Majesty the Pope, I would like to ask if your actions are biased. The Soul Master Competition is a fair and just competition."

"His Majesty the Pope, you have given such power to the people under your command. Isn't it a bit of bullying?"

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, glanced at Ning Rongrong who was beside Tang San, then glanced at Tang San again, and said in a low and powerful voice.

Even if you are only a level 79 Soul Saint, you will never be able to break through to Soul Douluo or become a titled Douluo in your lifetime.

But at this time, no one dared to underestimate Ning Fengzhi's existence.

The contemporary sect leader of one of the top three sects in the soul master world, his status is already beyond that of countless soul masters.

Qian Renyu looked at Ning Fengzhi indifferently and whispered lightly: "Sect Master Ning thinks that this is bullying the small by the big one. To use what you said, Ning Clan Master, we, the Spirit Hall, are not allowed to send anyone who is stronger than the members of the Shrek Academy team. Talent is enough?"

"So, in the eyes of Sect Leader Ning, does it mean that the big one doesn't bully the small ones? Is this the so-called fair and just battle?!"

Ning Fengzhi was speechless on the spot.

Looking into Qian Renyu's eyes.

Suddenly, I don't know what to say.

Strictly speaking, Yan sitting on the throne projection at this time is not really a violation.

The scene where Qian Renyu released the Divine Seal Throne was witnessed by all of them.

There is a huge difference between Qian Renyu's God's Sealed Throne of Doom and Killing and the projection of the God's Sealed Throne of Doom and Killing that Yan is sitting on at this time.

Qian Renyu's is true strength, while Yan's can only be regarded as a projection.

Within the rules, reasonable!
  Seeing that Ning Feng was speechless, Qian Renyu spoke again:

"Ning Fengzhi, I know that there is your daughter in Shrek Academy!"

"If Sect Master Ning intends to interfere with the holding of the Soul Master Competition because of this, then I will accompany you, Sect Master Ning, to discuss this matter in detail!"

"I can order Yan to stop using the throne projection, but Yan will no longer use the throne projection. Sect Master Ning, what your daughter needs to face is the real throne!"

"I am 23 years old, and I am still registered in the Martial Soul Academy, and I still comply with the rules of the Soul Master Competition!"

Ning Fengzhi continued to be speechless.

Listen to Qian Renyu's words at this time.

I couldn't find anything to say, and now I was speechless.

Qian Renyu's words were like steel knives, constantly cutting out the flesh and blood in his heart.

If Ning Rongrong wasn't here in Shrek Academy, if there wasn't Tang San, a young junior he valued very much, there would be no place for him.

No matter how he was beaten by the Wuhun Team in the end, he could be sure that he would never say no.

Really speaking, the person who broke the rules was himself.

"Sect Master Ning, I advise you to withdraw from the competition area. If you are Sect Master Ning, you plan to have your own way!"

"Then I don't mind going out in person. I don't make any guarantees about what will happen then!"

"Sect Master Ning, do you want to see my end?!"

Qian Renyu continued.

The calm tone echoed in everyone's ears.

As Qian Renyu's words made everyone listen, many people with horrified eyes finally realized an important message.

Qian Renyu, the new pope of Wuhun Palace, is only 23 years old now.

In his early twenties, he had already reached the realm of Titled Douluo.

Such talent is so terrifying!
  Ning Fengzhi was a little embarrassed. He could neither advance nor retreat. He stood there and remained silent. I chose to stand up for Tang San.

Now that the platform has not been effective, it is 100% inappropriate to withdraw directly.

"Uncle Ning, thank you for your kindness!"

"Even if Wuhundian has such a trump card, we will not let them win the final championship!"

"No matter what methods the people of Wuhun Team have, we will ruthlessly defeat them!"

At this time, Tang San's voice sounded.

It's just that Yan sitting on the throne projection has exceeded many expectations.

Tang San didn't want to try and let Ning Fengzhi continue to interfere. If Qian Renyu ended up personally, there would really be no suspense.

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, glanced at Tang San, and finally at Ning Rongrong, then walked down the steps and sighed deeply:
  "Tang San, Rongrong, you all be careful!"

"Although what Yan is sitting on is not the Pope's martial soul, it is certainly very good!"

"Never, don't underestimate this ability!"

As he spoke, Ning Fengzhi looked at Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo, and the three of them exited the competition area again with frowns on their faces.

Tang San was speechless and looked at Ning Rongrong and the others.

"Just use the same trick you used against Kamikaze Academy!"

"This person named Yan is the really difficult person to deal with. He must be dealt with first!"

"Now, what we can use is the seven-in-one, and we will try to achieve sufficient results this time!"

Tang San's voice was low.

In his mind, the seven-in-one weakened version of the martial soul fusion technique used by the God of War Academy reappeared.

Dai Mubai, Ning Rongrong and others all understood what Tang San meant, and they all stood behind Tang San.

In an instant, the auras of the seven people began to become extremely unified.

Tang San felt the fighting spirit of his teammates and did not continue to hide his clumsiness. The second spirit, the Clear Sky Hammer, was simply released.

Grasping the handle of the Clear Sky Hammer with both hands, Tang San looked towards Yan sitting on the throne projection.

"Borrowing other people's power is something that cannot be put on the table!"

"No matter how difficult you are now, we will definitely defeat you completely!"

"You can't hinder us from winning the final championship!"

Tang San gave a light drink.

The moment the words fell, all the soul power in Dai Mubai and others burst out.

Golden light that was much dimmer than the throne's projection burst out, and the Clear Sky Hammer in Tang San's hand turned golden.

"Seven persons in one, the true form of the martial spirit!"

Tang San shouted sharply, the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand expanded many times, and he swung it towards Yan in the sky against the mighty power emanating from the projection of the throne.

Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and the other four members of the Wuhun Team are no longer within their consideration range at this moment.

Hu Liena was a little uncomfortable being ignored, but at this time Yan had already taken absolute dominance, and she felt a lot of dissatisfaction in her heart but did not dare to show it.

He looked at Yan in the sky with cold eyes, and snorted coldly between his breaths.

Yan turned a blind eye to all this and sat majestically on the throne projection.

One hand was raised lightly, and Suizhou pressed down.

In an instant, streaks of orange-red light hung down from the orange-red giant sword behind the throne projection.

At the same time, the golden figures kneeling on one knee in front of the throne projection all galloped towards the golden Clear Sky Hammer from the air.

Yan's voice sounded at this moment: "Throne, judgment!"

(End of this chapter)