Douluo's Spiritual Pearl and Divine Sword

"The title-conferring ceremony begins now! Thank you all for coming to witness this momentous occasion!"

To ensure the ceremony's grandeur, Ning Fengzhi had specially invited a professional host from the Tiandou Soul Fighting Arena. Interestingly, the host's martial spirit was a microphone, making him a natural-born Master of Ceremonies.

"Now, please welcome the new Title Douluo, Yin Mengyang, to the stage."

Ning Fengzhi nodded at Yin Mengyang who gracefully stepped to the center of the hall and his body sparked with lightning, and nine glowing soul rings—yellow, purple, black, black—danced around him.

Compared to measuring soul power, displaying soul rings was a much more direct and impactful demonstration.

A heavy pressure swept over the hall. Even formidable Soul Douluo like Huyan Zhen and Tuoba Ye wore grim expressions. In the face of a Titled Douluo, they suddenly seemed vulnerable. At best, they might endure two or three moves before being defeated.

Only other Titled Douluo like Chen Xin and Yu Yuanzhen remained completely calm. However, a trace of envy flickered in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes. He was the sole pillar of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. How he longed for another Titled Douluo to share the burden with him.

The Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan now boasted three Titled Douluo, excluding Dugu Bo and it was an enviable position of strength.

"Your Majesty, please announce your title" the host prompted.

Yin Mengyang surveyed the gathered crowd and declared "My title will be the Thunder Eagle!"

The title "Thunder Eagle Douluo" was fitting. It resonated with his martial spirit, showcasing strength without arrogance. The attendees nodded approvingly. It was a well-chosen name.

Suddenly a cold voice echoed from outside the hall "Wait! How can Thunder Eagle adequately reflect your dominance? Our Spirit Hall has a better title for Your Majesty—Thunder God Douluo. What do you think of that?"

"Ghost!" Ning Fengzhi's expression darkened as the sinister figure of Ghost Douluo entered the hall. It was clear that the Spirit Hall intended to provoke the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan.

The title Thunder God was problematic. Even Yu Yuanzhen, master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, wouldn't dare claim such a title and if Yin Mengyang accepted it, conflict with the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was inevitable.

It was a cunning attempt to sow discord

"Master Ning" Ghost Douluo sneered "I hope you don't mind us coming uninvited!"

Following Ghost Douluo were Diarra, the Spirit Hall's Lord of Soul Fighting, and three youths—two men and one woman—around fifteen years old. Their arrogance was palpable, despite the powerful figures present.

Ning Fengzhi forced a smile "Of course, it's no surprise. I assumed His Holiness the Pope and the Spirit Hall elders were too busy to attend such a minor ceremony. But since His Majesty Ghost Douluo is here, we sincerely welcome you."

"As for Elder Yin Mengyang's title, it is for him to decide. There is no need to trouble Ghost Douluo."

"Haha, on the contrary" Ghost Douluo sneered "All soul masters fall under the jurisdiction of the Spirit Hall. Such a significant matter as a Titled Douluo's conferring ceremony is our concern. Elder Yin Mengyang's name must be inscribed in our Douluo Hall."

Inside the hall, Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen frowned. The Spirit Hall's overbearing attitude was evident. Were they implying that all soul masters must obey their commands?

At that moment, Jun Tianlin stepped forward with a calm smile "Uncle Ning, Ghost Douluo's words do make sense. We must not forget that the Spirit Hall is like the Tiandou Empire's Literature and History Museum—a vital institution for recording significant events. We were indeed careless."

Yu Yuanzhen chuckled "Exactly. Sect Master Ning, how could you, a wise clan leader, neglect such an important organization? Even a young man knows better."

Ning Fengzhi caught their hidden meaning and nodded "Master Yu is right. I apologize to His Majesty Ghost Douluo for the oversight. We will not forget in the future."

Ghost Douluo's expression darkened. They were comparing the Spirit Hall to a mere record-keeping institution! The Literature and History Museum had no real power—it merely documented events. The implication was clear: the Spirit Hall had no authority over the powerful clans.

Angered, Ghost Douluo turned to Jun Tianlin and said coldly "Boy, I've heard of you. Sword Douluo's disciple, right? Clever for your age, but being too clever can shorten one's life."

Without warning Ghost Douluo launched a mental attack at Jun Tianlin.

His martial spirit was strange and elusive and when he attacked, it was like a shadow creeping in. Even sword Douluo Chen Xin couldn't react in time.

However, Jun Tianlin had anticipated such an attack A gray-white light shot out from behind him and colliding with Ghost Douluo's mental force.

The two powers clashed, holding each other in check. Then Jun Tianlin's eyes flashed with determination. "Golden Flame Destroys Souls!"

A wave of ultimate fire engulfed the gray-white light that overwhelmed Ghost Douluo's mental attack. Ghost Douluo sensed danger and quickly withdrew, but not before his spirit attack was scorched by Jun Tianlin's flames.

The source of that gray-white light now stepped forward—a figure who had remained hidden until now.

The attendees watched in awe as the floor tiles the light had touched turned to stone. Only one person's martial spirit could have such an effect.

"It's Medusa's Gaze!" someone gasped.

Ghost Douluo's face twisted in anger "You old poison! Come out!"

Emerald green light shimmered as a familiar figure materialized behind Jun Tianlin "Haha, old ghost! Surprised to see me? Didn't you and Chrysanthemum Douluo lose to me recently? Are you here to hand over more soul bones?"

It was Dugu Bo, the Poison Douluo

Ghost Douluo's expression darkened further. He had sworn a martial spirit oath and couldn't break his word so reluctantly, he pulled out two soul bones from his soul guide and tossed them to Dugu Bo.

"Take them. Our feud ends here" he spat

The crowd buzzed with surprise. The usually weaker Poison Douluo had bested both Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo? Had he undergone some transformation?

Dugu Bo grinned "Thank you, Ghost Douluo. You've been quite generous. But remember, next time, I won't be so kind."

Ghost Douluo's defeat was a blow to the Spirit Hall's reputation and meanwhile, the Seven Treasures Glazed Tile Clan's growing power was now undeniable.