Under Ning Rongrong's urging.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo had no choice but to follow the red-robed bishop.
However, before they could climb a few steps, they were asked to leave by another red-robed bishop.
Amidst Ning Rongrong's cheers.
Ning Fengzhi, filled with confusion, went around to the Papal Hall first.
Also asked to leave was Poison Douluo, the imperial guest elder who was following Xue Qinghe.
Dugu Bo didn't say much and followed briskly.
In any case, he, this elder who had yet to take office, could be considered to have found his organization.
Hehehe...
Liu Erlong looked at the Papal Hall on the mountainside, her eyes filled with joy.
The closer she got, the clearer she could see.
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The bright sunshine fell upon the earth.
Under the sunlight, the Papal Hall shimmered with golden light, like a dwelling of immortals.
In front of the Papal Hall.
Two rows of Hall Knights stretched from the Papal Hall's entrance down the mountain.
Bright silver armor, heavy knight swords.
The solemn atmosphere made the entire Papal Mountain even more majestic.
Many of the thirty teams were filled with curiosity and longing.
The Papal Hall's front square...
Only true young powerhouses were qualified to set foot there.
The square ground was paved with special stones.
They possessed a faint, lustrous glow, like jade, showcasing the Papal Hall's wealth and grandeur.
Before long.
All the participating team members were standing on the square.
Immediately, Hall Knights stepped forward to maintain order, arranging them all on the periphery.
The areas were divided according to the academies.
All the teams were arranged and stood in square formations facing the direction of the Papal Hall.
This year, there were a total of thirty-one teams participating in the competition, including the Spirit Hall team.
The team members stood quietly on the square, waiting curiously.
Someone couldn't help but ask:
"Bishop, will the next competition be held here? Shouldn't we draw lots?"
The red-robed bishop faced the Papal Hall, filled with solemnity.
Without turning his head, he said: "There's no need to draw lots, you'll know soon enough."
As soon as he finished speaking.
Figures stepped out from the Papal Hall's side door, a total of twelve red-robed bishops.
They slowly walked to the front of the Papal Hall.
Standing to the left and right, six on each side, the leading one shouted loudly:
"His Majesty the Pope has arrived!"
"Long live, long live, long live!"
The three shouts were seamlessly connected, crashing like a landslide on the sky above Spirit Hall City.
It wasn't just the voices of the Hall Knights.
It was also the shouts of all the soul masters within Spirit Hall City who couldn't approach the central sacred mountain!
For them, the Pope of Spirit Hall City was the highest faith!
The Papal Hall's massive doors slowly opened.
The six emblems on the two doors gradually deviated from their tracks.
Everyone's gaze unconsciously converged towards the direction the doors were opening.
Hu Liena and the others also stood in the square formation.
Even Xie Yue and Yan couldn't help but feel their hearts beat faster at this moment.
Even with their extraordinary talent.
They had very few opportunities to see the Pope.
A brilliant golden long-skirted dress from head to toe, a purple-gold crown on her head, and a scepter in her hand.
Bibidong's eyes were filled with solemnity.
She was the first to walk out of the Papal Hall.
Having been in a high position for many years, her whole person had a kind of illusory feeling.
She seemed infinitely tall and unshakeable.
No one even noticed her stunningly beautiful face.
At this moment, she represented the majesty of the Pope of Spirit Hall.
All the light converged at this moment.
Everyone's eyes were filled with awe, but also with a hint of curiosity.
Who is that guy next to His Majesty the Pope?!
Beside Bibidong, a golden-haired youth walked almost shoulder to shoulder with her.
Golden hair, purple eyes with imposing power, and a tall figure.
His face had no extra expression, his left arm was slightly raised, and Bibidong's fair hand was resting on it.
The purple-gold robe was inlaid with gemstones, proper and noble.
The words 'Dong Xue' were embroidered on the collar on both sides.
Even standing next to the most noble soul master in the entire continent, His Majesty the Pope.
The noble aura on the golden-haired youth's body could not be concealed.
Incredibly noble.
He exuded a harmonious aura that could be embraced by any aura.
It wasn't abrupt, but very well-matched and harmonious.
"A'Jue..."
Within the Thunder Academy's formation, Liu Erlong looked at the golden figure.
Her heart couldn't help but be excited, her eyes filled with infatuation.
In her pair of black beautiful eyes, Bibidong had been reduced to a foil.
Finally, finally, she saw A'Jue again!
As everyone was puzzled, all those belonging to Spirit Hall knelt on one knee.
"Greetings to Your Majesty the Pope, greetings to His Highness the Holy Son!"
The sound waves rolled.
The atmosphere at that moment was indescribable.
In the shouts coming from all directions.
Everyone's heart gave birth to a kind of impulse to worship.
Behind Bibidong and her son.
Followed six people.
Four of them were wearing robes unique to Title Douluos.
Gems the size of baby fists, full of extravagance.
It was Ju, Gui, Jian, and Du.
Only the gems on Sword Douluo's robe were missing.
Those who could walk out from here, apart from the Pope, the Holy Son, and the Elders, were only Title Douluos.
Apart from these four.
Even the Platinum Bishops and the emperors of the two great empires.
Did not have the qualifications to set foot through the main entrance.
The two people standing alongside the four Title Douluos obviously did not have the strength of Title Douluos.
Then they could only be Spirit Hall Elders.
To be precise.
They were honorary elders, precisely Ning Fengzhi, Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
As well as his beloved daughter, Ning Rongrong.
At this time, Ning Rongrong held a gemstone the size of a baby's fist in her hand.
Her face wore a shy and happy smile.
She shouldn't have been able to come out from here.
But she had obtained the Pope's permission, who pinched her cheeks and praised her for being pretty.
Her Majesty the Pope also praised her and Holy Son Brother for being a good match.
Little did she know that was her future mother-in-law.
Otherwise, she would be even happier.
The mother-son relationship between the Pope and the Holy Son was still a secret.
Ning Rongrong's pair of lively beautiful eyes spun around, focusing on Qian Renjue's back.
She held Ning Fengzhi's hand, not looking at the road ahead at all.
Her Holy Son Brother had become even better looking and more majestic today.
In the participating formation.
Everyone knelt on one knee, a dark mass.
Qian Renjue's heart was somewhat throbbing, fluttering, no wonder power was so fascinating.
His calm purple eyes swept across below.
He paused slightly when he saw Hu Liena, sensing a trace of prying.
Focusing his gaze over.
Qian Renjue was slightly stunned when he saw the graceful and elegant figure.
He didn't expect Liu Erlong to come as well.
Bibidong glanced at Qian Renjue, feeling very interested and happy about showing Qian Renjue's face.
Following Qian Renjue's line of sight, she looked around slightly, not finding anything unusual.
She just felt a sense of familiarity.
There was a figure that she seemed to have seen in intelligence reports many years ago.
Bibidong did not spend too much time on Liu Erlong.
She slightly waved the scepter in her hand.
"Rise."
Only then did everyone who had been kneeling stand up.
But Bibidong frowned slightly at this time, she saw the woman's full appearance!
Wishing everyone a happy life!
