If Qian Renfeng had fully released the Shura Demon Sword, every soul master below the Titled Douluo level in this venue would've been crushed to death on the spot!
His eyes turned blood-red, filled with icy cruelty as he spoke:
"Hanhai, based on my strength… how many votes do you think I should have?"
A chill surged up Hanhai Douluo's spine, as though an ice blade had pierced through his neck.
He quickly channeled his soul power to warm his meridians and regain control of his body.
"Cough… cough… Shura God Lord," Hanhai said hastily, "I failed to recognize Mount Tai right in front of me. If there was any misjudgment in the arrangements, I beg your forgiveness!"
"However… if I may ask, have you truly reached the level of Level 99 in soul power?"
Qian Renfeng nodded calmly.
"That's correct. I just stepped into Level 99 and left seclusion."
"This newfound power is… still difficult to control. I hope everyone will forgive me."
Qian Renfeng cupped his fists in apology toward the crowd.
The power of the Shura Demon Sword was far beyond what he'd expected.
Hanhai hadn't seen the color or number of soul rings he'd released earlier…
But if someone claimed that Qian Renfeng wasn't even a Titled Douluo after all that,
Hanhai would personally argue them into the ground.
"Please, Lord of Shura, take your seat."
"We hadn't anticipated that your divine sect would have such a senior-level powerhouse… so..."
"So we didn't assign any vote count for a Level 99 Douluo — that's our oversight."
Qian Renfeng waved his hand, looking indifferent:
"Doesn't matter. Carry on with the meeting. No need to keep everyone waiting."
Hanhai Lord glanced around at the urine- and feces-stained venue, then coughed awkwardly.
"Ahem… Senior… perhaps we should have the place cleaned up first?"
As he said it, his trembling demeanor made for a comical sight.
Qian Renfeng almost laughed.
"I liked you better when you were all cocky and fearless, just a moment ago. Maybe bring that back?"
But for the sake of his mission, he held it in.
Instead, he shook his head with feigned disappointment:
"Sigh… how did it come to this?"
"Very well — let's recess for now. Notify me when the next session begins."
He turned and walked toward the corridor.
Only now did the other Titled Douluo in the room start to snap out of their stupor.
What just happened?!
Why didn't you just say you were a Limit Douluo?
Why summon your Martial Spirit and nearly scare us to death?!
Titled Douluo or not, they were all leaders of their sects. Wetting themselves at a meeting? How humiliating!
Of course, Qian Renfeng didn't hear any of this.
No one dared to say such things in front of him.
Hanhai Douluo issued a few quiet instructions, then moved toward a group of red-robed powerhouses near the center, clearly preparing to discuss next steps.
Qian Renfeng's appearance had shocked them completely.
A Level 99 Limit Douluo!!
As Qian Renfeng exited the corridor, he saw Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan waiting anxiously.
"My Lord?!"
"What happened down there just now?"
"I sensed an incredibly powerful aura… even when standing before the Hall Master himself, I've never felt something that terrifying!"
"Did you fight down there?!"
Qian Renfeng shook his head and sent a spiritual message:
"This isn't the place to talk. Let's go."
Yue Guan nodded and followed him out.
Meanwhile, in another tavern…
Demon-Suppressing Douluo finally let out a breath of relief.
"Second Young Master… that Martial Spirit of yours is truly too powerful."
"I never imagined that in just two years, the Shura Demon Sword would grow so much stronger… It's become completely untouchable!"
Qianjun Douluo nodded in agreement.
"Indeed. Even we almost couldn't hold ourselves together."
"And we were the ones standing closest to you!"
Qian Renfeng let out a bitter smile.
"Thank you both for enduring it."
"I had no other choice — I don't possess any soul skill that can mask the color of my soul rings."
"So I had to go with this strategy — unleashing nearly all of the Shura Demon Sword's aura, forcing everyone to focus solely on defending against the pressure."
"That way, they wouldn't have time to see the color of my rings."
"Because if they did… well, it's a little too fake-looking."
The two titled Douluo exchanged a helpless glance and nodded.
"You're right. The colors of your second Martial Spirit's rings are… yeah, not very convincing."
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, still unaware, blinked in confusion.
What were they talking about?
After all, Yue Guan wasn't from Qian Daoliu's inner circle. Fewer than ten people across the continent knew that Qian Renfeng had a second Martial Spirit.
Naturally, he wasn't one of them.
So—
When he heard the two worshippers mention it, he froze.
What?!
The Second Young Master, whose first Martial Spirit already overwhelmed everyone…
Had a second Martial Spirit?!
The sinister aura that had just swept through the underground hall…
If he hadn't known better, he would've thought the evil soul masters had sacrificed an entire city's population!
And now you're telling me…
That was the Second Young Master's second Martial Spirit?!
To hell with this! Is anyone else even allowed to live anymore?!
Qian Renfeng had to physically restrain Yue Guan, shaking his head with a bitter smile:
"Alright, calm down!"
"Let's get back to the matter at hand."
"Now that I've shown my Martial Spirit, I'm going to compete for leadership of this alliance."
That stunned the Demon-Suppressing Douluo.
He looked into Qian Renfeng's eyes and realized… he wasn't joking.
"Second Young Master… These evil soul masters… every one of them has at least a thousand lives on their hands."
"You're going to absorb them under your banner?!"
"You… don't mean to walk down the evil path yourself, do you?"
Qian Renfeng shook his head.
"I'm not joining them — I'll control them."
"Turn them against each other."
"Don't try to control me," he added coldly.
"I am the true master of Spirit Hall."
Qianjun Douluo immediately sensed that Qian Renfeng's tone had shifted. He subtly pulled his brother behind him.
"Second Young Master… You mean to gather them all together and destroy them in one stroke?"
Qian Renfeng nodded:
"Not just destroy. I want to subdue and control them."
"The details don't concern you. Just focus on doing your part."
Qianjun Douluo seemed like he wanted to ask more, but Yue Guan interjected at just the right moment:
"Ahem. Sixth Worshipper."
"This isn't the place for that conversation. Let's wait a bit before we speak more freely."
"Besides, you should trust the Second Young Master."
"Even the Hall Master, Qian Daoliu, trusts him. Naturally, we should too — and let him make some decisions."
After hearing that, Qianjun Douluo fell silent.
Qian Renfeng shot him a sidelong glance.
When someone isn't your direct subordinate, this is what you get.
They're always looking to intervene, not obey.
Qianjun and Demon-Suppressing Douluo contrasted sharply with Chrysanthemum Douluo in that regard.
Deep beneath Hanhai City…
Ning Rongrong, dressed in red, respectfully turned to the elder beside her.
"Holy Lord, someone from the Shura God Sect revealed Limit Douluo's strength. Should we…"
"Show them what we're capable of in return?"