"Is the person who proposed this plan mentally unstable?"
Under the watchful eyes of most of the Spirit Hall's higher-ups, the young man casually uttered those words.
The entire room fell silent!
Everyone present, whether elders or enshrined deities, gaped in astonishment, with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo gasping for breath.
Even Bibi Dong, sitting on the papal throne, couldn't help but tremble, her beautiful eyes widening.
That kid, that kid!
He actually said he had a problem with his brain in front of Guangling Douluo?!
Are you kidding me?
Even the old Pope treated him with great courtesy.
That's one of the four elders of the Spirit Hall, one of the strongest people on this continent!
The smile on Guangling Douluo's face gradually froze.
For a moment, he wondered if he had misheard.
I got scolded?
For so many years, through so many years, no one has dared to scold me to my face?
Now, he's being called mentally unstable by a six-year-old child.
"Boy, you'd better... you'd better have a reason that satisfies me, otherwise..."
Suppressing his killing intent, the ice crystals on his eyes began to tremble and fall as he coldly stared at the innocent-looking boy.
I'll instruct my men to go all out in a moment.
May this kid spend his next life in bed!
"My lord, can't you see it either? I thought you were a smart man."
The white-haired youth spread his hands helplessly, his gaze towards the Light Feather Douluo filled with pity.
hiss--
Everyone present gasped in shock. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were especially terrified, wishing they could rush up and cover Su Chen's mouth.
I said, "White-haired kid, this wasn't in our plan!"
You weren't satisfied with just teasing him once, now you're standing on his head and pulling out his fur?
That's not how you court death!
"Good, good, good, kid, you're very good. I want to hear what your insights are. If you can't say anything..."
Guangling Douluo laughed in anger, saying "good" three times in a row, his handsome face filled with a cold gloom.
Even with his composure, he couldn't help but feel pity as a child looked up at him.
He's made up his mind. He'll kill this kid in a minute!
"I wouldn't call it insightful, just a few thoughts."
Su Chen shrugged, his dark eyes sweeping over the crowd. "I would like to ask you gentlemen, if a country has always been the leader of all nations, receiving tribute and homage from those around it, and its power resounds throughout the world..."
"So, what should a country do when it is offended by a small country?"
One elder disagreed, saying, "Of course, we'll strike swiftly and wipe them out."
But as soon as he said it, he remembered something and quickly stopped talking.
"Very good, this gentleman is quite clever."
But Su Chen wouldn't let him off so easily.
The white-haired youth looked at him with a smile, "What if that small country also killed its king?"
At this point, everyone understood that this country symbolized the Spirit Hall.
And that small country was naturally the Haotian Sect.
"Old man, I think they should be, they should be wiped out."
The elder who was speaking turned pale, his lips moving but he couldn't utter a single word.
Because opposite him, an incredibly cold, single eye was staring at him.
"Very good, very good. As expected of an elder of the Spirit Hall."
Su Chen nodded in satisfaction and then looked at everyone.
"You see, you know, I know, and other small countries know too. They are all waiting for the nation to swiftly and decisively eliminate any unstable factors that dare to offend, especially when it is such a life-or-death feud."
"In this situation, instead of taking swift action, the country is trying to win over other smaller allies. What does this signify?"
The boy's voice was soft, but it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
What does it represent?
This means you are no longer capable of becoming the dominant force!
It will become a target for other countries to attack.
"Perhaps bowing down can save many Soul Masters from the risk of death, but it will also sow the seeds of endless troubles in the future. Countless challengers will come to fight against the authority of the overlord!"
The boy's voice was clear and bright, yet it was like a thunderclap in spring, startling everyone so much that they broke out in a cold sweat and were almost out of breath, but then they suddenly realized what he meant.
Seeing that no one spoke, the boy looked at the livid-faced Light Feather Douluo and blinked. "My lord, you still haven't told me who proposed this foolish plan."
"He can't see what I, a six-year-old, can't? His intentions are despicable!"
"Therefore, I suggest that the person who said this be expelled from the Spirit Hall, otherwise, who knows when the Spirit Hall will be dragged into the abyss by some foolish decision."
"Don't you think so?"
Holy crap!
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost were almost scared to death.
You've got some nerve, kid. It's one thing to insult someone to their face, but what's the meaning of this?
Do you kill someone and then destroy their spirit?
Are you really not afraid he'll just kill you with one blow?!
I really couldn't save them in time!!!
On the papal throne, Bibi Dong leaned forward, clenching her fists excitedly, her beautiful eyes sparkling as she stared intently at the white-haired boy in the crowd.
Su Chen's words really struck a chord with her.
Moreover, seeing Guangling's ashen face, His Holiness the Pope felt as refreshed and delighted as if he had drunk an iced drink on a summer day. He crossed his long, beautiful legs and revealed a captivating smile on his exquisite face.
She felt incredibly happy.
Regardless, she was determined to have this child and protect it.
Even if it means causing a huge scene at Qian Daoliu's place, I'm willing to do it!
Guangling Douluo's chest heaved violently, his facial muscles twitched, and his expression became ferocious, completely losing his previous handsome appearance.
Chrysanthemum Douluo was right; Light Feather really wanted to kill this brat.
But that's no longer possible.
Not to mention that from the very beginning, more than four streams of energy had locked onto him.
Guangling had a premonition that as long as she made the slightest move, even if she released a little bit of her aura to exert pressure, someone would stop her.
Moreover, if he were to actually kill the Spirit Hall's future genius in front of everyone, and it was out of rage and shame, the Spirit Hall would probably never tolerate him again.
"call"
Once he calmed down a bit, the Light Feather Douluo suppressed his killing intent and felt extremely frustrated.
Being verbally abused to one's face is bad enough, but the worst part is that one can't even defend oneself.
No matter how much he resisted, he realized that his methods would indeed bring disaster to the Spirit Hall.
Being lectured by a six-year-old, even if that kid is a genius, is still incredibly embarrassing.
He could almost see the trembling figures around him.
Is he bowing his head and mocking himself?
Those damn bastards!
"Hmph, kid, don't forget the important matter. I hope your skills are as sharp as your tongue!"
Guangling coldly stared at the black-eyed, white-haired youth, a cruel smile playing on her lips.
"I hope you'll still be as smug as you are now."
He may not be able to do it himself, but that doesn't mean others can't.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines upon hearing this.
Yes, no matter how eloquent you are, ability is the most important thing.
The real show is to see if he's as monstrous as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Noble Douluo described.
"Then please move to the plaza. You'll see whether it's a dragon or a snake at a glance."
A clear and cold voice came from above. His Holiness the Pope slowly rose, his graceful figure perfectly displayed under his papal robes. He lightly grasped his scepter with his jade-like hand, and with light steps, he swayed as he walked over.
Wherever he went, everyone lowered their heads and made way for him.
As she passed Su Chen, she slowly stopped, bent down, and a stunning smile appeared on her pretty face.
"Little one, come see me alone after this test is over, and I can grant you one request."
"If you win, there will be a reward."
A refreshing fragrance wafted over him, and the young man could feel the sweet breath from between the red lips and pearly teeth brushing against his face.
Su Chen frowned slightly, took a step back to distance himself from Bibi Dong, and bowed slightly, saying, "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope. I will not let you down."
Why is this woman standing so close when we're just talking?
Bibi Dong's breath hitched.
Clearly, the boy's reaction was completely unexpected.
Am I being rejected?
His Holiness the Pope was somewhat taken aback.
Which of the young men and women of the Spirit Hall wouldn't flock to her upon seeing her? Putting aside her status and strength, in terms of appearance alone, no one in the world could ignore her.
Bibi Dong had this confidence.
But the boy's half-step back and furrowed brow were not feigned; they showed that he genuinely did not want to get closer.
"This is truly the first time."
His Holiness the Pope's lips curled slightly, showing even greater interest in Su Chen.