Wu Zetian looked at the sky, a ripple flashing in her phoenix eyes. Then she looked at a burly man standing in the palace, a playful smile curving her lips.
"Sikong Zhen, I never expected that you would be the first person from our Jixia Academy to be on the list."
Beside her, a woman in palace attire, holding a brush and ink, spoke softly with an elegant demeanor.
"Your Majesty, Lao Zhen was originally very strong among all of us, but after arriving here, he has inexplicably become much weaker, which may be related to the plane. It is not surprising that he is ranked last."
This woman in palace attire is none other than Shangguan Wan'er.
The burly man known as Sikong Zhen was tall and had bulging muscles all over his body, exuding an explosive sense of power.
Upon hearing this, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.
"I refuse to accept this!"
His voice was like thunder, echoing in the empty hall.
"How could I, the mighty Thunder Emperor Sikong Zhen, only be ranked twelfth?!"
"There's a high probability that this plane is too weak, with its thunder laws being too small to unleash their full power."
Wu Zetian and Shangguan Wan'er looked at him and smiled at each other without saying anything more.
Sikong Zhen grunted, and with a thought, he accepted the reward that descended from the sky.
In an instant, a thunderous force several times larger than before exploded around him, and a golden pillar of light shot into the sky, filling the entire hall with the crackling sound of lightning.
Just then, Shangguan Wan'er bowed to Wu Zetian and said...
"Your Majesty, we have just received news that Pope Bibi Dong of the Spirit Hall is heading towards our Great Tang Empire with her disciple Hu Liena, saying that she wishes to see you."
Wu Zetian's smile vanished instantly, and a cold glint flashed in her phoenix eyes.
"Bibi Dong? That ungrateful wretch, how dare she show her face to me?"
Her voice was filled with disgust and murderous intent.
"If it weren't for Brother Qianyu's soft heart back then, and his help in placing her on the papacy, she wouldn't be where she is today."
So how did she repay Qianyu-gege?
Ungrateful and treacherous!
"We were just about to seek justice for Brother Qianyu, and she delivered herself right to our doorstep!"
Wu Zetian slapped the armrest of the dragon throne and decisively gave the order.
"Pass on my decree: do not let her into the city! Throw her out! Give her a good beating and let her know that the Great Tang Empire is not a place where she can run wild!"
Having just absorbed the reward and feeling his power surge, Sikong Zhen immediately stepped forward and volunteered.
"Your Majesty! Leave this matter to me!"
He clenched his fist, his knuckles cracking repeatedly, a cruel smile on his face.
"Perfect timing to test my new divine skill on her. I guarantee I'll electrocute that woman named Bibi Dong until she's charred and begging for mercy!"
...
The border of the Tang Dynasty.
Bibi Dong and Hu Liena were flying at high speed when they saw the new list on the sky and stopped at the same time.
"Five Thunderclaps?"
Bibi Dong floated in the air, gazing up at the sky, her purple eyes filled with astonishment and doubt.
"What kind of martial spirit is this? I have been in charge of the Martial Spirit Hall for many years and have read through all the martial spirit records in the world, but I have never heard of it before! How can it be ranked twelfth?"
"Sikong Zhen...a man from the Tang Dynasty?"
Bibi Dong's expression grew increasingly solemn.
"This Tang Empire is indeed unfathomable."
Hu Liena, standing to the side, was even more terrified.
"Teacher, Qian Renxue's Angelic Martial Soul is only ranked fifteenth, and you, with your twin Martial Souls, are only ranked fourteenth. How could this Sikong Zhen, with just one Five Thunder Drum, possibly overpower you and Qian Renxue?"
Bibi Dong carefully looked at the description on the sky, and when she saw the words "Overlord Body" and "Beyond God-level Martial Soul", her pupils suddenly contracted.
"Immune to control, and capable of strong attacks, just like the Thunder Emperor... This martial soul is too overpowered!"
"What?! A god-level martial soul?!"
Bibi Dong's voice even changed tone.
A divine-level martial soul is a legendary existence and the ultimate dream of soul masters on the continent.
What kind of terrifying realm must this transcendental level be?
Hu Liena sighed as she looked at her teacher's shocked expression.
"What a splendid Sikong Zhen! What a magnificent Tang Dynasty! Truly remarkable."
She then looked at Bibi Dong with some concern.
"Teacher, this time we've come... will the Tang Empire really help us?"
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in her heart, and regained the confidence and arrogance that belonged to the Pope.
"Don't worry, Nana."
She said with a smile.
"I have been good friends with Empress Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty for many years, and we are like sisters. She will definitely help us."
Upon hearing this, Hu Liena's eyes immediately filled with admiration.
"Teacher, you are amazing! You actually managed to befriend such a powerful Empress of the Tang Dynasty!"
"If we could get help from the Tang Empire, wouldn't we also be able to befriend this powerful Sikong Zhen?"
Bibi Dong's vanity was greatly satisfied, and she proudly raised her chin.
"Of course. Not only is my strength outstanding, but my connections also extend throughout the entire continent."
"Once I return to the Spirit Hall with the powerful ally, the Great Tang Empire, those old fogies like Qian Daoliu and Jin E will no longer be able to contend with me!"
"At that time, I will present the entire Spirit Hall, along with these powerful allies, as a gift to Xiao Gang..."
In Bibi Dong's eyes, there was a look of infatuation and longing.
"Xiao Gang... he will be very happy."
Just as the master and disciple were envisioning the future, a rough, thunderous voice came from the ground below, interrupting Bibi Dong's reverie.
Who is Bibi Dong?
Bibi Dong frowned and looked down.
A man of extremely large stature, exuding a violent aura, stood atop a mountain peak, looking up at them.
Bibi Dong composed herself, adopted the majesty of a pope, and spoke condescendingly.
"I am Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall."
Her voice was proud and reserved, full of the air of someone in a superior position.
Sikong Zhen looked at her, his eyes filled with disdain.
pope?
If it weren't for their great dean, Lord Qianyu's momentary leniency back then, what would you be?
Too lazy to waste words, he took a step forward and his figure instantly disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, he appeared in front of Bibi Dong, his violent aura of thunder rushing towards her.
Bibi Dong's expression changed. She hadn't expected the other party to attack without warning. She hurriedly shouted.
"Stop! I am a friend of your Empress Wu Zetian! Why are you attacking me?"
Hu Liena was also dumbfounded.
This...this is not quite the script the teacher agreed on!
Bibi Dong wanted to say something more to defend herself.
However, Sikong Zhen gave her no chance at all.
"So noisy!"
He was sparing with his words, and behind him, his soul power surged, causing five giant drums flashing with purple lightning to appear out of thin air and float behind him.
It is the Martial Spirit, Five Thunders Shaking the Drums!
"you!"
Bibi Dong was both shocked and furious; the other party's arrogance had completely made her lose patience.
"You really think I'm afraid of you?!"
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