Douluo's opening confession to the female pope

Chapter 15 Drawing the Knife (Happy New Year!)

"It must be the preparations for Goulian Elder Hall?"

A cold light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Although she did not continue to inherit the Rakshasa position and her mind was not extreme, she would not allow Salas to rebel.

The voices of the cardinals gradually became unified.

Under the guidance of caring people, the other bishops also believed that the soul bone should be handed over to Salas.

To become a Titled Douluo within ten years is really hard to refuse.

Hearing the voices in the main hall, a smile appeared on Salas's face, and his eyes shifted, falling on a giant bald man beside him, his eyes were a bit cloudy.

The giant bald man is also a platinum bishop, and his soul power is only one level lower than Salas.

It is a strong competitor of Salas.

But to everyone's surprise, the bald platinum bishop remained silent, watching Lin Langtian quietly.

"So, Bishop Salas means..."

Lin Langtian raised his eyes, his deep eyes were as calm as an ancient well, and asked lightly: "Whoever is strong, should I hand it over to whom?"

Hearing this, Salas' complexion changed, and he hurriedly added something.

"It's a short time to reach Title Douluo."

If there is no time limit, everyone knows that the son of God in Wuhundian has potential far exceeding everyone.

The other bishops all looked at Lin Langtian with complicated eyes.

Obviously, Lin Langtian did not give up that soul bone.

However, if he could not obtain the approval of most of the bishops present, even if the Pope favored him, he would not be able to absorb the spirit bone without authorization.

Only the bald bishop was puzzled.

Hu Liena secretly sighed, feeling sorry.

An 8-year-old soul bone can bring unimaginable benefits to a soul master.

She couldn't bear to look at Lin Langtian, and wanted to comfort him, but found that there was no trace of loss on his face.

"I, will become a Title Douluo within five years."

In the silent main hall, Lin Langtian's indifferent and confident voice sounded.

The main hall, which was already silent, ushered in a longer silence after these words fell.

Become a Title Douluo within five years?
Crazy!
The faces of the bishops were as exciting as they wanted, and they all felt that Lin Langtian was brazen.

You know, the former Pope broke through to the Title Douluo at the age of 50.

Known as the genius who never came out of the mainland.

Later, Haotian Douluo broke the record again, but both of them were over 40 years old.

And Lin Langtian wants to achieve it in his early twenties?
Everyone present looked skeptical.

Only Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with throbbing, of course she knew what five years meant.

That was one of the terms of the agreement between the two.

After a long silence, Salas chuckled, looked at Lin Langtian and said:
"Holy Son is really young and energetic. You are still young and don't know the difficulty of cultivation. The higher the level, the harder it is to be promoted. There are many soul masters who are stuck in a certain level."

"We all believe in the talent of the Holy Son, and he may be able to become a Titled Douluo before the age of 40."

"But five years, hey, is too short."

Salas said a lot with a smile, and his heart was even more excited.

He thought that Lin Langtian had lost his temper, so he uttered big words.

In contrast, isn't a calm self more suitable for absorbing spirit bones?

However, Lin Langtian stared at Salas without changing his face, his cold eyes made him feel uncomfortable.

The powerful words sounded again.

"I said, five years."

Lin Langtian, who was messing around, made Salas frowned.

If the opponent kills him, he can be promoted to Title Douluo in a shorter period of time. After all, no one can guarantee the future.

Even the ten years of Salas are just nonsense.

At this time, the bald platinum bishop laughed loudly, attracting everyone's attention.

"If you want me to say, why not let the Holy Son and Salas fight the soul? The winner will get the soul bone. I, Jason, will automatically abstain, but I can't resist the knife of the Holy Son."

The bald Jason glanced at Salas with great interest.

"I have no objection." Lin Langtian answered without hesitation.

At this moment, the bishops present focused their eyes on Lin Langtian again, and were even more dazed.

Salas frowned and looked at Lin Langtian.

How strong is the Son of God in actual combat...

On the bright side, the only record is to defeat Soul Sages who are more than 70 levels.

Even in that battle, he couldn't do his best and showed fatigue.

Moreover, Jason's ambiguous attitude at this time also made Salas uncertain of Lin Langtian's real combat power for a while.

"Hehe, what Bishop Jason said is wrong."

"The gap in strength between me and the Holy Son is too great. Now I am a level 87 Contra, and I am not far from the title Douluo. How can I bully the small with the big?"

Salas stroked his long beard and smiled.

The bishops heard his implication and were puzzled by his avoidance of battle.

Contra vs. Soul Emperor, are you afraid?

A more astonishing scene appeared, Lin Langtian held his five fingers empty, and a bright purple handle suddenly appeared, followed by a long and narrow sword, with a chilling glint on the blade.

Ode! ! !
Bright golden flames bloomed from the hilt, and quickly spread downwards.

The dazzling light made everyone avoid their eyes.

But the rising temperature of the space, becoming dry and hot, is clearly felt by everyone.

"Fight the soul, or give up."

Lin Langtian slowly raised his hand, pointing the knife point at Salas.

An unspeakable momentum erupted from him.

At this moment, he was like a peerless sword unsheathed, and the supreme sharpness he displayed made everyone's scalp tingle.

The soul power of the cardinals above the seventieth level surged up subconsciously.

They are resisting the oppression emanating from the Remnantachi.

The platinum bishops who were the first to bear the brunt all became more cautious, but they all suppressed their martial spirits.

If they are forced to react, they will lose face.

But Hu Liena couldn't feel anything, and her face was blank.

"No wonder he is so confident." Bibi Dong leaned back in the chair, the corners of her mouth slightly curved.

The Death Spider Emperor is already one of the top martial spirits.

But Lin Langtian's first Martial Soul, the Remnant Fire Sword, had to go beyond this limit.

And the oppression emanating at this time is also mixed with the momentum from the "strongest god of death". With the blade as the center, the surrounding area has been reduced to a scene of hell.

Lin Langtian watched Salas quietly, the flames still burning.

"Hurry up and decide, Bishop Salas, I don't want to suffer any longer?" The bald-headed Jason interjected with a half-smile.

At this moment, Salas's face was terribly gloomy.

Can you fight it yourself?

of course can.

Can it be defeated... this is unknown.

But Salas dared not gamble.

Even the servants of the Wuhun Temple knew that the Son of God would definitely be the next Pope in the future, a Titled Douluo surpassing all his predecessors.

At this time, if he really fights with his soul, winning or losing is the root of disaster.

Salas's throat rolled, and he opened his mouth, trying to squeeze out a smile.

"Since, since the Holy Son is so persistent, then the old man will not participate..."

(End of this chapter)