Chapter 322: The Blood‑Boiling Golden Crocodile Douluo
Suddenly, a large hand settled on the Title Douluo's shoulder, making him shudder involuntarily.
"Feng Lang Sect Master, you didn't really think you could dodge this, did you?" the man asked, the corners of his mouth curving into a sly grin.
"You… what are you saying… I don't understand!" Feng Lang Sect Master stammered.
"Heh, and who do you think told the Thunder God Hall about your deeds?" the man replied with a laugh that held equal parts satisfaction and murderous intent.
His power was slightly weaker than Feng Lang Sect Master's, but if it came to a life‑and‑death struggle, he would still lose.
Now he had his chance.
Feng Lang Sect Master's face went pale and his eyes widened in anger and confusion.
Since their masks were off, there was nothing left to hide.
"I have no grudge against you! Why would you do this to me?" he roared.
At the exchange, everyone turned to watch.
They had been wondering who had summoned the Saints of the Thunder God Hall, and now one of them had exposed himself in an instant.
They were curious what could drive a minor sect master at the Title Douluo level to such underhanded revenge.
Was this… snitching?
"No grudge?" the man sneered. "You think you covered your tracks well?"
"If I didn't fear that the Spirit Hall wouldn't intervene—and that you might have joined the Spirit Hall early—I wouldn't stoop to such dirty snitching."
Those from the Spirit Hall turned black with anger.
Their Hall had existed for over ten thousand years, always serving the Douluo Continent!
"You insolent brat, how dare you!" Jin E and the elders spat, though none intervened directly.
"This man's talent wasn't enough to break through to Title Douluo. Due to a mutation of his martial soul, he gained the ability to absorb blood qi."
"At first, he was honest and only absorbed the blood qi of spirit beasts. He did no harm to ordinary people or soul masters."
"In that case, he is no fallen one."
Everyone nodded.
Martial souls are innate and may mutate—that was normal.
Feng Lang Sect Master's absorption of spirit beast blood qi did not make him a fallen one.
His face darkened—how did this man know so much about him?
It was as if every move he made had been controlled.
"After breaking through to level seventy, Sect Master Feng Lang wasn't satisfied with his cultivation speed, so he turned his sights on ordinary soul masters."
"Heh, you deserve to die!" Feng Lang Sect Master snarled.
"You claimed we had no grudge. My son was slain by you…"
His eyes went red and he could not continue.
"Aren't fallen ones loathed by all? Even Huyan Zhen and his 'villainous' lot disdain them."
After a moment, the man continued, "If the Thunder God King had ascended a year earlier, you would never have broken through to Title Douluo."
"Luckily for me, I caught you red‑handed slaughtering that village…"
"Now, what have you to say?"
Feng Lang Sect Master's eyes burned. He never imagined he would be exposed, rather than acting on his own.
The humiliation stung.
"I have nothing to say!" he declared defiantly.
"These were mere villagers. If their deaths advanced my soul power, it was their honor!"
"If I reach Title Douluo, they will have died fittingly!"
At this, everyone's faces changed. Not only was Sect Master Feng Lang a fallen one, but he was also monstrously twisted.
Feng Lang Sect Master's heart pounded. "Where is this place?" he demanded.
A chorus of voices answered: "This is the Spirit Hall!"
If he hadn't spoken those words, perhaps they would have let him go. But once he did, could the Spirit Hall truly spare him? No wonder the Saints of the Thunder God Hall were hunting him—losing his mind in terror was almost inevitable.
A streak of purple light suddenly shot forth from the Pope's Hall. In an instant, it pierced Feng Lang Sect Master's chest.
His eyes blazed with hatred. He tried to speak, but words died in his throat as his face turned a deep, unnatural purple.
"It is your honor to become the fuel for this Pope to ascend to a higher level!" rang a cold, triumphant voice.
"Feng Lang Sect must be annihilated!"
In the blink of an eye, Feng Lang Sect Master was consumed, purified by divine wrath.
Huyan Zhen and the others trembled, then looked at each other in stunned clarity. This was what an unrivaled powerhouse looked like. Killing a Title Douluo was even simpler than slaying a Giant Kun.
Tuoba Xi's blood ran cold. He had never doubted Yu Yuanzhen's strength, but now… if Yu Yuanzhen truly wished to kill him…
He drew a deep breath and squared his shoulders. "What Holy Dragon Sect! From now on, there is only Earth Dragon Sect! I'm not afraid of Yu Yuanzhen, nor of the Thunder God King!"
"As the Sect Master, I speak only the truth!"
That thought steadied him—he felt a flicker of confidence.
Everyone's gaze shifted between the fallen sect master and the Pope's Hall. Could this Her Holiness be considered a fallen one? The question sent a chill through the crowd.
A commanding voice thundered out: "Holy Knights, heed my command!"
"Yes!" came the unified response.
"Exterminate the Feng Lang Sect!"
"Restore the Spirit Hall's honor!"
"Clearing away darkness is not just the Thunder God Hall's work; before them, it has always been our Spirit Hall's mission!"
"It has always been carried out by you, Holy Knights!"
"Warriors, do not feel wronged," Bibi Dong's voice rang clear. "We will show the world through our actions that the Spirit Hall has never wavered and has always protected the Douluo Continent in the light…"
At her words, the knights roared in approval. "Good!" "Excellent!"
Elders like Golden Crocodile Douluo, Hu Liena, Xie Yue, and Yan stared in bewilderment.
An elder observed with newfound respect, "As expected of the Pope; this is the dignity a Pope should have!"
Another added, "Bibi Dong, though I still have reservations, now you truly embody the mantle of Pope."
Golden Crocodile, blood still singing with fervor, began to rise—but then paused mid‑stride.
He remembered Qiandaoliu had just departed. With Qiandaoliu gone, Golden Crocodile was the strongest presence in the Shrine of Devotion. He could not leave without permission.
He shifted his tone. "Let my sixth and seventh younger brothers lead the team in person to eradicate evil!"
"After we exterminate the Feng Lang Sect, we will sweep across the entire Douluo Continent twice over. I refuse to believe those scoundrels will dare cause trouble again!"
Qian Jun and the Demon‑Subduing Douluo exchanged a look, their eyes twitching at the bold proclamation.
(End of Chapter)
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