The title of Douluo, Whitebeard, shatters the godhead

Looking at the four people lying limply on the ground with their whole bodies flushed, Shuiyue said jokingly: "Oh~~~ Not bad, I changed my clothes in such a short time, my movements are quite fast."

Melvin, who was lying on the ground, looked at Shui Yue with his last willpower and said feebly: "Oh, little Shui Yue, don't be so arrogant. After today, I, Wuhun Palace, will definitely kill you without any body parts..."

"Hahaha, interesting, but let's talk about today first. Let me ask you, do you admit defeat?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shuiyue's momentum suddenly changed, and an invisible pressure was exuding from the entire arena. Under the action of this pressure, the wounds of the four people began to bleed crazily, and the little blood left was wiped out. Squeeze further.

In an instant, bright red blood covered the entire arena, as if it was painted with red paint, the red was dazzling.

In just a few seconds, out of the four people who were still conscious, only Melvin was left struggling to hold on.

At this time, Shui Yue could have kicked the four of them off the ring and won the final victory, but he was not satisfied with this. He wanted to completely destroy the will of these aloof Wuhundian elders, so he wanted them to say it themselves. Come up with the answer and admit defeat yourself.

Unexpectedly, Melvin on the stage could still laugh.

"Hahaha... cough... Shuiyue... you want to ask me, Wuhun Palace, to bow down to you and admit defeat. It's simply a dream. If you have the guts, just kill us. Killing us, according to the rules of the competition, is my victory in Wuhun Palace. You'll never get what you want..."

"Oh? Really? Do you know what I want? Are you sure you know?"

As he walked, Melvin felt the pressure around his body double with every step he got closer. By the time Shuiyue stood in front of him, the already dying Melvin began to hallucinate.

In his sight, Shui Yue was like a green-faced, fanged, pitch-black demon, exuding a terrifying aura. Just standing next to him made him feel completely suffocated.

In the end, it was directly because of this strong pressure that he rolled his eyes and went blank.

As outrageous as it was, this result was something Shui Yue never expected, but in this case, there was no need for him to wake up these losers and continue beating the corpses. Then he looked in the direction of the referee, with a sullen face, "Announce the game." Let’s get it done.”

A powerful force of pressure struck, causing the referee to freeze on the spot, but his strong desire to survive still prompted him to move his body as quickly as possible.

After confirming that four people were not dead, the result of the game was officially announced.

As expected, the Balak team led by Shuiyue won the championship of this year's Advanced Soul Master Elite Tournament. Although it was not what everyone expected, it was at least well-deserved. After all, no matter how many enemies came in front of him, Shuiyue was able to defeat them all. He defeated them one by one. Considering the strength he showed, winning the championship is not too much.

At the end of the game, no pope came to present the award as expected. Instead, the audience was evacuated, driving away all those not related to Team Balak, including members of other teams.

After all irrelevant personnel left the venue, Shuiyue and others, led by the deacon of Wuhun Palace, arrived at the location where the awards for this event were awarded.

In the empty hall, on both sides of the red carpet, apart from the towering pillars, there were only various oil paintings hanging on the walls.

Although the scattered candlelight added a touch of light to the hall, it still could not make the people in the hall eliminate the oppressive feeling brought by the palace to them.

"Captain Shuiyue, please wait here, I will go and report to His Majesty the Pope."

Hearing this, Shuiyue did not respond, but nodded.

After the butler completely disappeared from everyone's sight, Ace, who was scrupulous, said: "Shuiyue, this posture is definitely not a good one. Is there something deceitful in it? You called us here to catch turtles in your dreams." .”

"What's wrong? Scared?"

"Nonsense! How could I be afraid? Isn't it just a Spirit Hall? I won't take it seriously if there are ten or eight more titled Douluo."

"Haha, you said it so easily. If ten or eight titled Douluo really come, we will run away first and you will hold on."

Obviously regretting what he said after hearing this, Ace quickly changed his words, "No! Although I'm not afraid of fighting, you know who I am. I'm afraid of loneliness. Even if I fight alone, you guys have to be by my side." Stay with me, right?"

"We call it a losing battle, and the momentum must be there."

"There are many reasons for you."

Just when the two were bickering, a voice came from afar.

"Her Majesty the Pope arrives~"

Before anyone arrived, the scene was indeed quite impressive.

As soon as he finished speaking, two teams of guards sprang out from both sides of the Pope's throne.

These guards were well-equipped, their silver armors glowed under the candlelight, and their movements were neat and orderly. They looked like they were well-trained. According to this standard, it would not be an exaggeration to call them an army.

After reaching their respective positions, they stopped.

"drink!!!"

A low roar, powerful.

After the lingering sound, the rhythmic sound of heels came into my ears. Along with the sound of heels, there was an invisible sense of oppression.

The already extremely depressing scene suddenly became suffocating, as if the oxygen in the space was being sucked out by some invisible force.

In just a few seconds, everyone present except Shuiyue was breathing rapidly.

Seeing this, Shuiyue was naturally unwilling to be overpowered and immediately released her power.

The two forces collided with each other and canceled each other out, so that the pain of the other people was not made more intense.

The sound of footsteps became increasingly clear.

Finally, under the attention of many people, the owner of the palace appeared.

"See Your Majesty the Pope!!!"

At the moment when he stood in front of the papal throne holding the scepter, the guards on both sides of the red carpet knelt down on one knee to pay homage.

Shuiyue and the others, on the other hand, were out of place, standing straight on the spot without any expression.

"Bold!!!"

A bishop standing next to Bibi Dong pointed at Shuiyue's nose and shouted loudly: "Why don't you worship the Pope when you see him?!"

"Hmph! Why do we worship? We are neither from Tiandou nor subordinate to Wuhun Palace, so what kind of pope are we worshiping?"

"Furthermore, we are here to receive the reward for being the champion of the Soul Master Competition. If that boy hadn't said that we would come here to receive the award, we would have come to a place like yours."

"That's it, is your Wuhun Palace some sort of Feng Shui treasure land? Is it worth a visit for us?"

"If it weren't for the rewards of the competition, the ghost would come."

Faced with everyone's chattering, Bishop Pica was so angry that his face turned red.

"Shut up! This is the Wuhun Palace. How can I allow you to be so presumptuous? Come on! Get it for me!!!"