Douluo: My Wuhun Tetanus Blade

The square in front of the temple.

After a series of lengthy and complicated procedures, when Wang Mo officially entered the venue, the ceremony finally got down to business.

When Wang Mo slowly walked to Yueguan.

Yue Guan, who was the host today, immediately showed a kind smile and turned to look at the highest stand.

"Please His Majesty the Pope."

Hearing this, everyone present looked at the two figures at the top.

See this situation.

Bibi Dong smiled slightly, then slowly stood up from her seat with the papal scepter in her hand.

The scene suddenly erupted with loud shouts.

"pope!"

"pope!"

"pope!"

Seeing the countless supporters and admirers at the scene, Qian Daoliu's eyes were deep and he glanced slightly sideways.

Don't know what to think.

As for Bibi Dong, she just lightly raised the papal scepter in her hand.

Following her move, the loud shouts from the scene slowly subsided.

Until there is no sound.

So many years of hard work have already accumulated her prestige to an unimaginable level.

If she launches the soul hunting plan again at this time, Bibi Dong believes that even if Qian Daoliu tries his best to stop her, he still won't be able to stop her.

But compared to the soul hunting plan, she now has a better choice.

As soon as her beautiful eyes fell, Bibi Dong looked at Wang Mo who was not far away.

“I won’t say any more unnecessary words.”

"The current Pope Bibi Dong of this Wuhun Temple canonizes the Holy Son in the square in front of the Pope's Hall today. He will appeal to heaven and earth, all the way down to the Nine Nethers, and all of you will witness!"

shuh~
Everyone stood upright unconsciously.

Especially the Templar members who were guarding them all had solemn expressions and straight bodies, like javelins rising from the ground.

Bibi Dong held the papal scepter and looked sternly.

"Wang Mo accepts the seal!"

Without saying a word, Wang Mo, who was dressed in a luxurious dress and bejeweled, took a step forward.

shhhhh~
Bibi Dong raised his hand and three items flew out from the tray held by the maid behind Wang Mo.

They are a token, a sword, and a dress with a red cloak.

"I, Bibi Dong, the current Pope of Wuhun Palace, canonize you as the Holy Son of Wuhun Palace today, and give you the Holy Son Token. With this token, you can mobilize all the resources of the temple except the Pope and the elders."

"Give the Holy Son a treasured garment. Wear this treasured garment. No disciple of the temple can harm you in the slightest. Anyone who violates this will be punished."

"Give the Holy Son a sword. With this sword, you can kill all the teachers who are traitors and criminals, and you can kill all the stupid and incompetent elders."

"This is hereby announced, for all of you to witness!"

Respectfully taking the three items in front of him, Wang Mo replaced them on the spot, hung the token around his waist, and raised the sword in his hand high.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

The sun shone on the shiny treasured sword, causing the sword to emit a burst of dazzling white light.

"pope!"

"pope!"

"Son!"

"Son!"

The scene was filled with overwhelming shouts again.

Looking at the people shouting loudly below, Wang Mo suddenly felt a different emotion in his heart.

This spontaneous feeling makes people happy physically and mentally.

In fact, whether it is a token, a sword or a treasured garment, there is no other difference except that it is more fancy and has a few more patterns than others.

There is no combat power bonus. The symbolic meaning is greater than the practical meaning.

Just like the papal scepter in Bibi Dong's hand, it is actually just an ornament and a symbol of power.

The shouting lasted for about 5 minutes.

When the shouts gradually subsided, as the host of this ceremony, Yueguan had a faint smile on his face.

"According to the weather, the Holy Son ascended the throne. On this sunny morning, our Wuhun Temple finally welcomed the new Holy Son once again."

"About the temple and His Majesty the Pope's expectations, does the Holy Son have anything to say to us?"

Wang Mo paused slightly and looked sideways at everyone below.

Just about to speak.

"Wait!"

A deep shout suddenly came from the sky above, and suddenly exploded on the scene.

"A bunch of idiots who canonize the Holy Son dare not invite me, the No. [-] sect in the world, to attend. Why, are they afraid that our Haotian Sect is too strong?"

shhhhh~
In the square in front of the palace, a group of people turned their attention to the sky.

The Wuhun Palace is too huge, covering the entire continent, and the announcement of the canonization of the Holy Son has made the world full of uproar. It is not surprising that the people of the Haotian Sect know this.

But Zhigui Zhizhi knew that no one took it to heart, because no one thought that people from the Haotian Sect dared to come to Pope Mountain to cause trouble today.

Because this is a slap in the face, a complete and unrelenting provocation.

But at this moment, everyone once again underestimated the courage of some people.

The faces of the titled elders such as Yue Guan Gui Mei and others suddenly darkened.

As for Bibi Dong, she didn't react at all. She stared at the figure in the sky calmly with her beautiful eyes, not knowing what she was thinking.

As for Qian Daoliu.

He became even calmer, even folding his arms as if watching a show with a smile on his face, and his eyes fell on Wang Mo, who was not far ahead.

I want to see how he will handle it.

Wang Mo raised his eyes and saw that there were eight people coming, all of whom were Titled Douluo-level experts.

Tang Hao, on the other hand, was at the forefront of everyone.

Behind him, except for a middle-aged man whose appearance was not much different from his, the others were all old men.

This is probably all the titled experts in the Haotian Sect.

Hum~ a humming sound.

Wang Mo raised his hand to summon the Wuhun Tetanus Blade, and then walked leisurely towards the void.

Every time he took a step, a blood-red soul ring hovered beneath his body.

When nine steps are completed.

He had already arrived opposite Tang Hao and others, with nine blood-red soul rings lingering around him, and his aura was bright.

"Today is the canonization ceremony of my Holy Son. If you are not invited to bring your own, do you have any advice?"

below.

A group of people watched all this silently, with deep shock in their eyes.

Three months ago, in the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition, Wang Mo was only at the seventh ring. Now three months later, he has reached the top of the ninth ring and achieved the title!

Xie Yue and Yan's eyes were full of complexity.

There used to be a few people who were still at the same level, but a few years later, they have been far behind.

Especially Yan.

As a constant follower of Hu Liena, he naturally knew the feelings of the person he followed towards Wang Mo.

Even after being defeated in the elite competition, Yan has not given up and still wants to catch up.

But when he witnessed Wang Mo ascending to the sky in nine steps, with nine 10-year-old soul rings lingering around his body, the energy he had been holding back suddenly disappeared.

The gap was so huge that he couldn't see the slightest hope.

As for Hu Liena, she didn't notice Yan who was in a bad mood next to her at all. She looked at the tall figure in the sky, her beautiful eyes filled with brilliance.

As expected of Wang Mo! (End of chapter)