Chapter 567

His blade seems to have completely evolved? "

Tang San muttered. "His blade didn't have this kind of power in Hell's Path. Now that it's become a sword, its power has increased exponentially. As expected, his spiritual power has probably reached an unimaginable level. '

Dugu Bo found it hard to defend against the two flying swords.

On the other side, the white-clothed Popetiff didn't move at all.

After a while, Dugu Bo couldn't hold on anymore.

This was because the flying swords weren't affected by Dugu Bo's eighth soul skill and weren't restricted in any way.

They were fast and powerful.

When everyone saw this scene, especially the imperial family, they were completely stunned.

It was too strange. The white-clothed Popetiff was clearly under control, but Dugu Bo couldn't hold on anymore!

It was as if he was only one step away from victory, but couldn't take the final step!

In less than five minutes, Dugu Bo's Jade-Scaled Snake Emperor couldn't hold on anymore.

Finally, it fell to the ground and reverted to its original form.

At this moment, the petrified layer on the white-clothed Popetiff's body fell off. He was still standing in his original spot.

Everyone was silent.

That peerless demeanor was deeply imprinted in everyone's minds.

"What else do you have to say?"

Wang Feng looked at the imperial family.

The members of the imperial family were deathly pale.

They didn't expect the situation to be like this.

"Now, can you abide by my etiquette?"

The two flying swords combined and returned to Wang Feng's side. They floated quietly in the air and emitted a cold aura.

Qian Renxue didn't say anything. She didn't care who won.

Whether it was the Heaven Dou Empire or the Martial Soul Hall, she didn't care who would win.

But she was now Xue Qinghe. She could only look at the white-clothed Popetiff unwillingly. She snorted coldly and reluctantly took the lead in kneeling.

The others had nothing to say.

Tang San sighed in his heart. The white-clothed death god had become the Popetiff of the Martial Soul Hall. With his strength, it seemed like he would become their enemy in the future.

At this moment, Hu Liena and the others were incomparably excited when they saw the imperial family kneeling.

Although the Snowy Night Emperor wasn't here, it was clear that these people were here to pick a fight. Now that they were subdued by Popetiff, their prestige increased!

But this was within Hu Liena's expectations. With Wang Wu's strength, how could Dugu Bo be a match for him?

But Lord Popetiff's way of doing things was exceptionally inspiring! They couldn't help but admire him.

Wang Feng could feel all sorts of emotions as he watched them kneel. He was using his power to oppress them. Dugu Bo had been defeated, but it was impossible to make these people submit to him. The ideology of the Empire was already deeply ingrained in their bones.

To be able to do this was already not easy.

The various emotions caused Wang Feng's blood mark to strengthen slightly, which was somewhat strange.

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Bishop Salas pondered.

Pondering, he suddenly said, "It's already late.

"It's already late. Could Your Holiness the Pope rest for a day in the Holy Temple? Let this subordinate do the honors of a host … "

It was almost evening.

Wang Feng nodded slightly and followed Bishop Salas into the Martial Spirit Temple.

Xue Qinghe and the others watched the white-robed Popetiff leave in silence.

"Prince Xue Xing, I apologize for not being able to help you."

Dugu Bo had already finished recuperating. He let out a long sigh. "This white-robed Popetiff is unfathomable. I wonder how the Martial Spirit Temple managed to recruit someone like him …"

He wasn't seriously injured just now. The white-robed Popetiff only wanted to defeat him, not injure him.

Prince Xue Xing's face was a little pale. He waved his hand and hurriedly said, "It's already not easy for Mister Dugu to come and help the imperial family …"

Dugu Bo was a Titled Douluo. He wouldn't blame him for losing.

"Tang Yin, this white-robed Popetiff is really strong … I just saw my sister and the others being suppressed by him."

Princess Xue Ke stuck out her tongue and whispered among the imperial family members behind her.

Tang San nodded slightly.

This white-robed Popetiff's name will definitely shake the continent after this patrol. He'll be able to stir up a storm on the continent alone.

Tang San left with a belly full of thoughts. Today's meeting had given him a huge shock. He had to plan for the future.

He was still too weak. He didn't even have a chance against a Soul Douluo, let alone a Titled Douluo.

There was no hope for revenge.

Nighttime.

In a luxurious room in the Martial Spirit Temple.

Wang Feng stood outside the window and looked at the night sky. The moonlight was cool and refreshing.

Qian Renxue has changed a lot. It seems like Little Three is indeed in Heaven Dou City. It seems like he has some connections with the imperial family. But I'll see you again in half a year …

Wang Fengxin thought about what happened today.

Although he only met Dugu Bo as the white-robed Popetiff, it gave Wang Feng a different feeling.

The Old Poison had also changed a lot.

But compared to the strength of the Martial Spirit Temple, it was really not enough.

'Speaking of which, when did Bibi Dong's god inheritance begin? Is it going to be another two years?

Wang Fengxin's heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!"

Wang Feng said lightly.

The door opened. It was Hu Liena!

"Why are you looking for me?" Wang Feng didn't look back. He was still looking at the moonlight outside.

At the door.

Hu Liena looked at the window from afar. The white-robed figure bathed in the moonlight seemed to be covered by a layer of silver gauze, making him look otherworldly. Hu Liena's heart skipped a beat. She lowered her head slightly and walked in.

"Teacher has a secret letter for you. He also said that the Hall of Elders is very satisfied with your performance … "

With that, Hu Liena took out a letter from her arms, walked behind Wang Feng, and handed it to him.

Wang Feng turned around and looked at Hu Liena, who had her head lowered. He took the letter and nodded.

"I see."

Wang Feng took the letter and read it.

This letter should be sent urgently. Given the distance between Heaven Dou City and Martial Spirit City, it would take an ordinary Soul Master 75 days to travel.

The content of the letter was very simple. It just mentioned the recent events.

It also told Wang Feng to keep up the good work and that there was an important task for him when he came back.

Although Wang Feng had left the Pope's Palace, he must have kept in touch. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a red-robed bishop following him.

The Douluo World didn't have a powerful way of transmitting information, but there were some special ways to send messages.

It was probably sent two days ago.

However, it was enough to prove that what he had done in the past month had earned the trust of the Martial Spirit Palace.

After what happened in the Elephant Armor Sect yesterday and today's events were spread, Bibidon would probably be even more satisfied.

(End of Chapter)