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On the Douhun Stage, after Dugu Bo's extrely overbearing, unreasonable, and overtly threatening remarks, the referee felt as if three invisible black lines were hanging down from his forehead. His face was full of grievance and depression.
His lips moved, but he didn't even dare to breathe heavily, let alone refute the words out loud. In the face of absolute power, rules and reason appeared so pale and weak.
With a cold snort, Dugu Bo no longer paid attention to the silent reaction of the entire venue. He led the calm-faced Tang Chen and the indifferent-eyed Xiao Rui'er off the stage.
However, just as he reached the edge of the Douhun Stage, he seed to rember sothing again. His footsteps suddenly stopped. Under the gaze of countless fearful eyes, Dugu Bo slowly turned his head. His sinister gaze once again swept toward Shrek Academy and the VIP stands.
Oh, right, there's sothing I must remind you all.
He deliberately drew out his tone so that every word clearly entered everyone's ears.
If others die, I don't care. That's because their skills are not refined, or the referee is incompetent. But if anyone from our Tianxing Academy has an accident in this competition and accidentally dies, I can't guarantee that I can still reason as calmly as I am now.
This was a naked threat, yet still, no one dared to speak up. A mont later, the figures of the Tianxing Academy group completely disappeared from the Douhun Stage. They left behind an audience who were as silent as cicadas in winter and various forces whose faces were extrely grim.
A few hours later, the moon was like a silver disk in the sky. Inside the Heaven Dou City Spirit Hall, the Platinum Bishop's Hall was silent. This hall was extrely luxurious, with a high do and walls inlaid with magnificent colored glaze. The floor was paved with mirror-like dark marble. Rare treasures and antique artworks were arranged in an orderly fashion, showing the vast wealth of the owner.
Salas was sitting behind a huge, ornate desk. His withered fingers were tapping on the smooth desktop. A look of uncertainty flickered in his deep eyes. In front of him lay a docunt that had just been expedited from the distant Nuoding City Spirit Hall. The paper was slightly old, indicating its age. Salas had read this docunt several tis, but his heart was still churning with disbelief.
The information was very detailed. It recorded Tang Chen's first registration at the Spirit Hall as a Spirit Scholar. It listed every ti he received subsidies and every title promotion after gaining a spirit ring.
However, all records stopped abruptly after he obtained his third spirit ring and beca a Spirit Elder. This indicated that after Tang Chen's strength reached the Spirit Ancestor realm, he never went back for certifications.
This made Salas feel that sothing was unusual. Many disciples from large families or spirit masters with secrets would choose not to claim subsidies to hide their strength. What puzzled him most was that the archives recorded that Tang Chen had the standard optimal spirit ring configuration of two yellow and one purple. But today, in the Great Spirit Arena, he had personally witnessed Tang Chen reveal his first three spirit rings. They were an astonishing two purple and one black.
What's going on? Why does his spirit ring configuration completely contradict the Spirit Hall's early records?
Salas muttered to himself, his fingers almost crushing the paper. He closed his eyes and recalled the imnse spirit power fluctuations he felt today.
It can't be wrong. Judging from the aura released today, that configuration is absolutely real. It's definitely not an illusion. Could it be that this Tang Chen possesses so secret thod that can change the color of spirit rings or hide their true age?
The more Salas thought about it, the more likely it seed. A chill rose up his spine. This would have allowed Tang Chen to perfectly disguise himself as an ordinary spirit master when he first registered. He had deceived the Spirit Hall's eyes and ears, growing silently until today. If this were true, Tang Chen's cunning and talent were far more terrifying than they appeared.
Salas was still unwilling to believe that a fourteen-year-old could have such spirit rings. Throughout the entire Douluo Continent, this was an unprecedented existence. He suddenly stood up and walked to a huge bookshelf. He pulled out a thick archive edged with gold thread. He carried it back to his desk and slowly opened it. These pages recorded the Spirit Hall's core secrets: the detailed information of the Golden Generation.
His gaze locked onto the records about Hu Liena. He murmured in a low voice, his tone filled with disbelief.
Among the Golden Generation, Hu Liena has the highest talent and is the Supre Pontiff's direct disciple. She only reached rank forty at the age of fifteen. This is already astonishing talent. But this Tang Chen is from a small place like Saint Spirit Village. His spirit is the universally recognized waste spirit, Blue Silver Grass. He actually reached rank fifty at the age of fourteen?! How is this possible?
Salas roared in disbelief. A fourteen-year-old Spirit King with Blue Silver Grass exceeded the scope of a genius; it was terrifying. A sense of crisis and excitent seized him. This matter had far exceeded what he could handle. He grabbed specially made letter paper and a pen. With a swift flick of his wrist, he wrote a secret letter with precise language.
The letter detailed Tang Chen's abnormal spirit ring configuration and his astonishing cultivation speed. Finally, he wrote a heavy conclusion.
This child has many suspicious points. His talent and strength far exceed normal comprehension. He may possess a shocking secret. The level of his threat to the Spirit Hall cannot be estimated. The situation is grave, beyond what I can decide. I humbly request the Supre Pontiff's divine judgnt!
Essentially, the letter ant that this child was too dangerous to be allowed to live. Salas put the letter into an envelope embossed with the Spirit Hall's highest secret emblem. He sealed it with spirit power and shouted for a ssenger. Imdiately, a dark shadow appeared in the hall like Gui i.
Imdiately deliver this secret letter directly to the Supre Pontiff at the fastest speed! There must be no delay!
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