Douluo's Opening Confession to the Female Pope

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 an eighty-seventh-level 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..."

Chapter 16 New Missions

Salas turned his head away with a sneer.

His eyelids were raised, hiding his cloudy but resentful pupils, but the slight trembling of his sleeves revealed that he was not calm.

He hates it!

Missed the [-]-year soul bone and the hope of being promoted to the title of Douluo.

However, the moment Lin Langtian proposed to fight the soul.

Salas knew he had lost his chance.

"I hope, I hope that the Holy Son can bring out the full potential of his soul bone and be promoted to Title Douluo as soon as possible. I congratulate you and the Spirit Hall."

All the bishops present were silent.

Anyone can hear the uncontrollable trembling in the words, as well as the deep unwillingness.

Everyone has weird faces, why don't they dare to fight their souls?

Among the crowd, Platinum Bishop Jason touched his bright head and looked at Salas with disdain.

That's the measure...

This kind of "smart person" thinks more and worries more, and it is difficult to stick to his beliefs.