A voice filled with majesty echoed above the square, and Bibi Dong's gaze was like two cold swords.
Meeting Bibi Dong's gaze, the corners of Yang Yuan's mouth curled into a slight arc, looking like mockery and contempt.
He responded indifferently, his voice calm but carrying a high-and-mighty disdain.
"I am merely teaching him..."
"How to respect the strong!"
"Respect the strong?"
However, Bibi Dong seemed to have heard a joke; she sneered, the coldness on her exquisite face growing even more intense.
"Then according to your logic, as this seat is stronger than you, can I also teach you how to respect the strong?"
"You can try!"
Yang Yuan's gaze collided with Bibi Dong's across the space, locked in confrontation.
"Arrogant!"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong was completely enraged!
The moment her words fell, a terrifying pressure filled with evil and dominance, like a bursting black tide, erupted from her body. Without the slightest hesitation, it crushed toward Yang Yuan in the center of the square.
Bibi Dong was determined to teach this madman Yang Yuan a lesson; even if Qian Renxue had a huge argument with her afterward, she would not hesitate.
It happened so suddenly!
Even Sword Douluo and Dugu Bo did not have time to react.
Qian Renxue's heart tightened even more, and she nearly cried out in alarm.
However, facing this terrifying pressure that would make even an ordinary Titled Douluo change color, Yang Yuan's face remained as calm as an ancient well, with not even a flicker of emotion in his eyes.
But just as that tide-like pressure was about to surge before him, a cold snort suddenly escaped his mouth.
"Boom—!!"
In an instant, Yang Yuan's robes moved without wind, snapping loudly.
An even more vast and magnificent pressure, like a sleeping dragon suddenly awakening, erupted from his body.
The two pressures, like two immense torrents, collided violently in mid-air.
"Bang—!!"
Following a World-shaking explosion, the final result left countless people dumbstruck.
The pressure that was like a black tide instantly shattered and dissipated under the collision with the pressure erupted by Yang Yuan.
Meanwhile, Yang Yuan's pressure continued unabated, like a towering giant wave, slamming hard into Bibi Dong.
"Thud, thud, thud!"
In an instant, Bibi Dong, who had always maintained a dignified and elegant posture, suddenly changed expression. Her body actually retreated three steps uncontrollably before she managed to steady herself.
And the gaze she now directed at Yang Yuan was filled with shock.
Although the pressure she had released just now was reserved, it had still reached the level of a Rank 95 Titled Douluo.
However, Yang Yuan not only blocked the pressure she released but was even able to force her back.
At this moment, Bibi Dong suddenly realized that the reason Yang Yuan dared to oppose her repeatedly was precisely because of his strength.
Bibi Dong guessed that although Yang Yuan was only a Spirit Saint, his combat power had likely reached the level of a Titled Douluo.
Furthermore, he wasn't just any ordinary Titled Douluo.
This also explained why Sword DouluoChen Xin and Dugu Bo were willing to offend Spirit Hall to stand on Yang Yuan's side.
Clearly, they likely already knew Yang Yuan's true strength, so they had placed their bets on him.
Bibi Dong gave Yang Yuan a deep look.
If this boy was determined to be her enemy, he would surely be a major threat in the future.
Thinking of this, a flash of killing intent crossed Bibi Dong's eyes.
Yang Yuan's growth rate was too fast; if he were allowed to grow for a few more years, she might not even be his match.
At the same time, Bibi Dong's stumbling retreat was clearly seen by everyone.
For a moment, the entire field was in an uproar.
"My god, the Supreme Pontiff was actually forced back by Yang Yuan?"
"How is this possible? He's only a Spirit Saint!"
"..."
Everyone stared in utter shock at the young figure standing proudly in the square, their eyes filled with disbelief and horror.
Yang Yuan had actually forced back the Supreme Pontiff in a direct confrontation of pressure.
This scene was even more impactful and subversive to everyone's perception than when he suppressed a Cardinal with a single glance.
The members of the Spirit Hall Team were equally dumbfounded.
To them, the Supreme Pontiff was a supreme existence.
Especially in Hu Liena's heart, even the High Priest of the Hall of Worship could not compare to her teacher.
But now, her teacher had actually suffered a loss at the hands of a youth not even fifteen years old.
This simply shattered her worldview.
Xie Yue and Yan were also internally collapsing.
How were they supposed to fight such a monster?
While the entire field was discussing that brief confrontation, Yang Yuan in the center of the square suddenly spoke indifferently.
"If there's a match, then start the match quickly."
"Everyone is here to see the competition, not to see you throw a tantrum."
"Of course..."
Yang Yuan paused, his calm gaze sweeping into the distance as he grinned.
"If you insist on teaching me how to respect the strong, I am ready to accompany you at any time!"
"You—" Bibi Dong's chest rose and fell violently.
Looking at Yang Yuan's arrogant posture, she wished she could strike immediately and kill him on the spot.
She was very confident that even if she couldn't exert her full strength, Yang Yuan still couldn't be her match.
After all, Yang Yuan's greatest trump card was nothing more than a hundred thousand yearspirit ring.
It's not like she didn't have one!
However, Bibi Dong's logic told her that now was definitely not the time for her to act.
If she truly disregarded her status to attack Yang Yuan now, that old fellow Qian Daoliu would never sit idly by.
Given Qian Daoliu's strength, even in her peak state, she would have to be wary.
Moreover, with her status, if she killed a participating youth under fifteen years old in full view of the public... regardless of the reason, if it spread, it would only make the World laugh at her.
Therefore, no matter how much her heart burned with rage and boiled with killing intent, she could only force herself to endure it now.
This feeling of frustration almost caused Bibi Dong internal injuries.
She took a deep breath, forcing down her surging blood, and her gaze swept over the Spirit Masters who were still kneeling on one knee. She raised the Scepter in her hand, her voice returning to its usual majesty and calm:
"Rise!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty the Supreme Pontiff!"
All the Spirit Masters kneeling on one knee seemed to wake from a dream and stood up one after another.
However, when their gazes turned once more toward that elegant figure in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, many eyes clearly lacked that hint of near-fanatical reverence and awe.
Bibi Dong was incredibly sharp; she immediately noticed this change, and her hatred for Yang Yuan grew even deeper.
But at this moment, she could only hide that hatred. Ignoring Yang Yuan, she used a formulaic smile and words full of encouragement to address the three teams:
"Children, congratulations on making it this far."
"In you, I see the future of the Spirit World. I hope that in the final match, you can display all your talent and strength."
"And the final winner will receive the ultimate reward prepared by Spirit Hall!"
As she spoke, she gave the Scepter in her hand a gentle wave!
In an instant, three lights suddenly expanded in front of Bibi Dong, floating in mid-air.
When the light gradually faded, revealing the true form of the treasures within, the entire Supreme Pontiff Palace thoroughly erupted.
Spirit Bones!
Except for a few insiders, who could have imagined that the ultimate reward prepared by Spirit Hall would actually be Spirit Bones?
And there were three of them!
Exclamations, praise, and greedy gasps rose and fell one after another!
Bibi Dong's voice continued to ring out.
"There is only one champion; glory belongs to the victor!"
(End of Chapter)
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