The expression on Qian Daoliu's Face still didn't change in the slightest.
He ignored the Spirit HallTitled Douluo who had spoken, instead looking at Yang Yuan with a calm expression.
"I am not joking with you."
"Bibi Dong's Spirit has been crippled by you, so naturally she can no longer continue to lead Spirit Hall."
"And in my view, you are the best candidate for the position of Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall."
As soon as these words were spoken, every Spirit Master in the audience was shocked.
Could it be that Spirit Hall was about to welcome the youngest Supreme Pontiff in history?
No one thought Yang Yuan would refuse.
After all, this was the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall!!
In terms of status, it even surpassed the emperors of the two great Empires, controlling supreme power.
Who could possibly refuse such power?
Even Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Dugu Bo found it preposterous.
They had thought that since Yang Yuan crippled Bibi Dong, Spirit Hall's attitude toward him would be one of irreconcilable enmity, or at the very least, far from good.
But who would have thought that not only did Qian Daoliu have no intention of seeking revenge for Bibi Dong, he even wanted Yang Yuan to serve as the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall?
Did Qian Daoliu and Bibi Dong have some deep-seated hatred between them, such that Qian Daoliu disliked her so much?
Dugu Bo said with a strange expression, "Xiao Yuan isn't really going to become the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, is he?"
Ning Fengzhi's expression was complex.
He had always felt that with Yang Yuan's talent, he would never be bound by any single power.
But Spirit Hall's move was simply too grand, directly offering the position of Supreme Pontiff.
At this moment, even he couldn't help but think that Yang Yuan would agree to Qian Daoliu without hesitation, becoming the new Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall and standing above the two great Empires and the Upper Three Sects.
After all, this temptation was truly too great; Ning Fengzhi didn't believe Yang Yuan could resist it.
However, on second thought, Ning Fengzhi felt this might be a good thing.
Back during Qian Xunji's tenure as Supreme Pontiff, Spirit Hall's style of conduct had already gradually become aggressive.
After Bibi Dong took power, Spirit Hall's level of aggression was even greater than it had been during Qian Xunji's time.
This had always given Ning Fengzhi a feeling of 'the wind howling through the tower before a mountain storm,' sensing that Spirit Hall was brewing something major.
But if the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall were replaced by Yang Yuan, given Yang Yuan's relationship with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, the school's situation would be much better, and there might even be hope to compete for the position of head of the Upper Three Sects.
In the Heaven Dou Academy spectator area, everyone was in a daze.
"Didn't the Class Monitor just cripple the Supreme Pontiff? This High Priest isn't going to seek revenge for the Supreme Pontiff?"
"Are you stupid? Didn't you hear the High Priest say it himself? He's no match for the Class Monitor."
"Even so, there's no need to let the Class Monitor be the Supreme Pontiff. This is too exaggerated. Besides, there must be many people in Spirit Hall dissatisfied with his actions; after all, the Class Monitor crippled their Supreme Pontiff."
Ning Rongrong's eyes lit up.
If Brother Xiao Yuan became the Supreme Pontiff, would she have a chance to be the Supreme Pontiff's wife?
When the time came, she would lead the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, and Brother Xiao Yuan would lead Spirit Hall.
Wouldn't the world then be under the control of the two of them as a couple?
Ye Lingling looked at Dugu Yan with curiosity.
"Sister Yanzi, do you think Xiao Yuan will agree?"
Dugu Yan stroked her smooth chin, and after a moment, she shook her head. "Probably not!"
It was only because the position of Supreme Pontiff was indeed sacred and noble; had it been the Sect Master of one of the Upper Three Sects, Dugu Yan wouldn't have hesitated for a second.
Countless gazes were focused on Yang Yuan, and the vast majority naturally leaned toward the belief that he would agree to Qian Daoliu.
After all, wouldn't someone be a fool to turn down being the Supreme Pontiff?
But Yang Yuan was indeed the "fool" in their eyes.
He shook his head and joked, "Old man, I'm afraid I have to disappoint you. I'm not interested in that position."
Yang Yuan's clear voice spread throughout the field, leaving countless people bewildered. They never expected Yang Yuan to give up the position of Supreme Pontiff that was within his reach.
Qian Daoliu was also slightly taken aback, but thinking of Yang Yuan's terrifying talent and strength, it didn't seem entirely incomprehensible.
But he still asked, "Can you tell me why?"
"You should know that if you become the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall, you will become one of the most noble people in the world, holding the Peak of power. Even the emperors of the two great Empires would have to give you Face, and countless Spirit Masters across the world would regard you as a god."
Hearing this, Yang Yuan's gaze swept over the crowd with their various expressions, finally landing back on Qian Daoliu. His tone was casual, yet carried a hint of disdain and contempt.
"The position of Supreme Pontiff? The Peak of power?"
His words paused slightly as he extended his palm toward Qian Daoliu and curled his fingers into a fist.
A sonic boom echoed from his palm, as if he had crushed the very space itself, showing just how terrifying the power he held was.
Then he laughed out loud:
"Haha, to me, the fist is power!"
"Wherever my fist reaches is the Peak of power. Whether I sit in that position or not, what difference does it make?"
Everyone's mind was left dazed by these words.
Although he didn't look particularly arrogant at this moment, everyone could still feel an unheard-of dominance emanating from him.
The various priests of the Hall of Worship looked at the transcendent youth before them, and they couldn't help but gasp, with only one thought left in their minds.
This child is terrifyingly formidable!!
Although Yang Yuan's words were full of dominance, everyone felt it was only natural.
He had the qualifications, and only he had the qualifications.
Qian Daoliu took a deep breath and finally shook his head with a sigh.
In that sigh, there was a hint of regret.
His intuition told him that if Yang Yuan could serve as the Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall...
Perhaps before long, the faith of Spirit Hall would have one more god.
"Very well, to each their own. Since you have no heart for this, I will not force you."
Soon, Qian Daoliu's gaze became as calm as still water again, and he turned his eyes to the surroundings, naturally exuding a majesty that enveloped the entire field.
Since Yang Yuan would not be the Supreme Pontiff, then he would have to temporarily preside over the affairs of Spirit Hall.
"Today's match ends here. The Grand Finals will continue tomorrow."
"Guests, please leave in an orderly fashion!"
With Qian Daoliu's announcement, the audience began to leave one after another, with only a few unwilling to depart, hoping to see if there would be any follow-up.
They could foresee that after today, the situation of the entire continent would undergo a violent upheaval because of this youth named Yang Yuan.
As the outsiders departed, the members of Heaven Dou Academy hurried from the spectator area toward Yang Yuan.
"Little Brother Xiao Yuan!"
Dugu Yan quickly reached Yang Yuan's side, her expression full of excitement.
The rest of the group also arrived, surrounding Yang Yuan.
Ning Rongrong squeezed through and hugged Yang Yuan's left arm, her eyes shining as if she were seeing stars.
"Brother Xiao Yuan, you were so cool when you said those words at the end."
As she spoke, she imitated Yang Yuan's tone and manner.
"The fist is power; wherever my fist reaches is the Peak of power!"
(End of Chapter)
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