"Can anyone tell ... just what exactly are you doing?"
Su Wen walked in, hands clasped behind his back.
Amid countless shocked gazes, three elders—each Title Douluo of Spirit Hall, known for their power enough to crush any commoner—now shivered and faced Su Wen with trembling steps that nearly brought them to their knees.
"Brother, it's him, Su Wen!!" Huo Wu clung to Huo Wushuang in excitent. "The one even the Emperor of Heaven Dou needs to show respect to…"
"Hush!!" Huo Wushuang was visibly shaken, quickly covering his sister's mouth.
Now, the area was packed with big shots.
A cluster of Title Douluo kept quiet, scared to speak. With so many eyes watching, why shout?
Even that once approachable man, so kind in public… Given Spirit Hall's sinister plots, and with his stance yet unclear, shouting now was practically suicide.
The girls of Skywater Academy stopped fighting as well. Each was battered and bruised, with Shui Bing'er, the leader, gasping as her teammates supported her.
She looked up at that white-robed figure floating above—he seed calm, yet radiated an overwhelming aura.
"Sis, it's him!!"
"We're saved!" Shui Yue'er exclaid excitedly.
"Phew…"
He… was this powerful?
Disbelief flashed in Shui Bing'er's eyes. Just soone around thirty—but he could suppress ancient powerhouses, even Title Douluo, leaving the other side no will to resist.
What strength did he really possess!!
No wonder he beca the honored guest of the Heaven Dou imperial clan—and that he could elevate the plain Heaven Dou Royal Academy to such a superlative standard in battle… This teacher's background was truly unfathomable…
Many academy deans, Soul Sages, and even Soul Douluo turned to look as well.
To them, Su Wen was only a rumor.
He seed a powerhouse from the previous generation—back in the forr era of Spirit Hall's Pope, probably with Title Douluo strength.
Yet now, witnessing firsthand—his status must be equal to, if not above, the Pope's…
"No wonder the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was so quick to cut ties with Liu Erlong and Yu Xiaogang… It's because of him. Yu Tianheng really got the short end of the stick."
"Not just that. Such a strong teacher, so skilled at teaching—had he stayed with Heaven Dou Royal, their team might've had at least Soul Kings as a baseline, and everyone's potential fully mined… They could have aspired to beco Title Douluo in future."
"What can you do? His uncle is the continent's No.1 theorist. Heh…"
"Seriously… Scamd his clan, his nephew, and his academy. If not for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon's quick break, it could have been worse…"
"Shh, keep it down, 'Grandmaster' is right over there."
"What, scared of him? That bastard got his best friend killed, pissed himself—just so dumb, busybody waste of a teacher!"
"..."
"You—"
Grandmaster gnashed his teeth, glaring at the two students talking trash.
Helplessly, he turned toward Tang San and his crew, hoping his disciples would at least speak a few words to defend him.
Usually, Tang San would be first to step up: "You're not allowed to insult Master!" or sothing of the sort.
But now, even his head hung lower than everyone else's.
Utter humiliation.
Besides, he'd just been brutally beaten by Elder Ying, injuries severe. Even three of his Eight Spider Lances were broken. With his belly aching and face swollen like a pig's head, how could he care about any of this?
"San, Little San, say sothing!" Grandmaster wept, clutching Tang San's sleeve.
Tang San was barely holding up from pain, stunned at Grandmaster's antics. Completely speechless.
Who was the teacher now, anyway?
Other teachers sheltered their students. How did it turn out like this for Grandmaster…?
"Get lost! How disgusting!" Ning Rongrong snapped, kicking Grandmaster away.
Oscar's eyes were dim, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai equally silent.
They were all gravely injured, while Grandmaster, under Liu Erlong and Flender's protection, rely exhausted his soul power—no wounds, just stank a bit...
Everyone's gaze returned to the sky.
Su Wen's snow-white silhouette was like a banished immortal—this was their true dream teacher…
Powerful—soone who could stand out at critical monts, crush all, and teach brilliantly.
And Grandmaster? He was the very bottom.
"Teacher… let it go…" Tang San said weakly.
It was already lucky to survive.
The enemy wasn't even at full strength, and with Flender and Liu Erlong dead, asking for justice was suicidal.
Shrek Academy staying out of trouble wasn't cowardice—it was reason.
Now… there was no swagger left.
"..."
"Heh~"
Lei Dong sneered, mocking Shrek Academy. "After provoking that man, having your lives spared is already luck. Still want dignity?"
"Do they deserve any?"
Laughter followed.
Thunderclap Academy was among the top five elental schools. They'd nearly dragged the Blue Lightning Tyrant clan into this ss too…
"Tch, I told Yu Tianheng so many tis to seize opportunities, but he never listened… What a waste." Yu Tianxin said with disgust.
"Whatever. Surviving is enough.
With this guy here, not one clown will dare stand out again this tournant."
"Oh?" Lei Dong's eyes widened.
"Since you're from the main Blue Lightning bloodline, you definitely know more—tell us about him!"
"Yeah, tell us!" The other Thunderclap Academy teammates crowded around.
"His origins trace back to the forr Spirit Hall Pope's era. Details, I don't know.
But his strength… heh, as far as I know, even the current Pope trembles before him." Yu Tianxin smiled.
Eyes full of longing.
"If I had to guess, he's already a Peerless Douluo…"
"What? The legendary… Peerless Douluo!!"
...
"Are you still planning to loyally serve Bibi Dong?" Su Wen asked, smiling.
"This…"
She Long shrank his head, not daring to answer.
Disloyalty? No, after all, the Pope was the rightful Spirit Hall leader, and even though Su Wen was tearing Spirit Hall apart, no one dared betray her outright.
After all—a powerful pillar remained behind them… the Worship Hall.
Led by Qian Daoliu of the Angel Clan; even Qian Renxue, their Miss, was her daughter.
Whatever squabbles lay between mother and daughter, they could stand aside.
But they—could not get involved!
A single misstep ant even a Title Douluo would et destruction.
"Then let give you a hint." Su Wen, in a good mood, said.
At his words—She Long and Ci Xue stared in disbelief, as the "young miss" in full feminine garb appeared beside Su Wen, affectionately holding his arm.
"Uncle She, she imprisoned , killed my father. Because of our blood ties, I won't behead her myself, but…"
"Now, I, my grandfather, and the entire Angel Clan stand apart from her!!"
A bombshell dropped into calm waters.
The three elders—along with all Spirit Hall powers nearby—shuddered.
Such shocking news—Miss, why say it only now??
So Bibi Dong's authority was only borrowed? She and Qian Daoliu never got along? And the forr Pope was killed by her? That's deadly enmity!!
Such lodrama wouldn't even appear in a street novel.
But here it was in Spirit Hall.
"Wha… what…"
She Long tried to work out the relationship: "The old Pope was killed by… the new Pope?"
"Yes!" Qian Renxue answered coldly.
"She has her own sad story, but that doesn't excuse her for trying to seize Spirit Hall, or overturn the continent! I pity her, but all began because of…"
Qian Renxue pointed at the wretched Master, furious.
"This trash!"
"Everything she did, it was all so she could be with Yu Xiaogang. Without him, how could a waste like that invent so 'Ten Core Competencies'?"
"What?!!"
Stunned gasps all around.
A continent-acknowledged failure could bewitch the high and mighty, revered Pope?
Damn, maybe you should write a book, man.
I'd kneel to read it!
"Bullshit!!" Yu Xiaogang finally snapped. Say his cultivation was trash, he'd shrug it off—but insult his teaching, that was a blood feud.
That's why he kept grudge-barking at Su Wen for mocking him as a "lousy teacher" at Heaven Dou Royal.
"My Ten Core Competencies are…"
"Bro, forget those 'Ten Core Competencies.' Write 'Ten Core Ways to Pick Up Girls'—the whole continent will call you a love saint," a nearby teacher teased.
"Piss off!!" Grandmaster's eyes went red.
"Tsk tsk, I don't know how the Pope could fall for such a waste…"
"..."
"So you an, everything our Pope did was… just for him?!" She Long looked like the sky was collapsing.
What the hell…
So his detested, foul character was actually his Pope's treasure…?
If it were anyone else, it would make sense.
"Too vicious," Su Wen shook his head. "Spilled it all out, did you?"
"Heh, I'm lenient not to kill her myself…" Qian Renxue scoffed coldly.
"I get it now. Why should our Angel Clan hand Spirit Hall to her? I'll take it! If she wants to fly away with Yu Xiaogang, I'll oblige; but everything Spirit Hall gave her must be returned—all my father's legacy cos back to ."
"Want luxury from my clan while enjoying that trash? Dream on!!"
"Uncle She!"
Qian Renxue's voice hardened, eyes locking onto She Long.
"Let say it one last ti."
"She and I are mortal enemies!"
"Whom do you choose to serve?!!"
"..."
She Long sighed, face growing determined:
"I was loyal to the forr Pope. Now I finally understand—why we were sent with you to Heaven Dou Empire."
"All these years, our treatnt was far below that of others in Spirit Hall. Ghost and Chrysanthemum—sa talent as us—are now level 95, but we're only 92–3, relying on our own efforts, despite staying in Spirit Hall and using her resources."
"So why should I follow her?"
" too!!!" Ci Xue nodded.
Both knelt in midair, bowing deeply to Qian Renxue.
"You? Spirit Kite Douluo?" Qian Renxue looked in the distance.
The figure froze, then also knelt.
It was a struggle between old and new Popes.
Bibi Dong had ascended so quickly using Qian Daoliu's guilt, making all believe his bloodline and hers got along.
Now the truth was revealed.
The Angel Clan was not behind Bibi Dong.
Their true inheritor was here.
What doubts remained?
Especially now Bibi Dong was gravely wounded—and her two top lieutenants dead or crippled.
Victory was clear.
The rest of Spirit Hall's powers dropped their weapons and knelt too. This wasn't rebellion, just an internal split.
And this side had more legitimacy.
"Good! Uncle She, kill him!!" Qian Renxue's gaze chilled, turning to Yu Xiaogang.
"Him?" She Long frowned.
"She killed my father; I'll kill her lover. Then we're even." Qian Renxue spoke coldly.
"Yes!"
She Long exhaled.
In a flash, he appeared before Yu Xiaogang.
"No, don't—your Pope will…" Yu Xiaogang paled, backing away. Suddenly, he froze as the Snake Spear pierced his chest.
"San, you—"
Dying, Grandmaster looked to Tang San.
Tang San's head hung low; he didn't look.
"..."
Grandmaster spat blood, neck drooping.
"Tsk, filthy…" She Long indifferently wiped his spear.
He'd long been disgusted.
Now, with orders, there was no hesitation.
"Take us to Bibi Dong…" Qian Renxue commanded coldly.
"I won't kill her."
"But I'll throw this head in front of her and let her atone for my father."
"Yes!"
Nearly a thousand knelt.
It was like crowning a new Emperor…
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