Douluo Dalu: From Shinobi to Spirit Master

"Does the person who proposed this plan have a brain problem?"

In the presence of most of the senior figures from the Spirit Hall, the boy casually uttered these words.

The entire hall fell into a suffocating silence.

Everyone present—whether elders or priests—stared at him in shock. Even Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo gasped in disbelief.

Even Bibi Dong, seated on the Pope's throne, trembled, her beautiful eyes wide in shock.

This, this child...

He actually dared to say, right in front of Guanging Douluo, that something was wrong with his mind?

Even the previous Pope had shown respect when facing this man.

Guangling Douluo was one of the Four Enshrined Douluos of Spirit Hall, a figure whose power rivaled the might of gods in this world!

The smile on Guangling Douluo's face began to stiffen, as if he couldn't believe what he had heard.

Had he just been insulted?

For so many years, no one had dared to speak to him this way.

But now, a mere six-year-old child was calling him insane?

"Boy, you'd better have a good reason to back up that statement, or else..."

Guangling Douluo's cold voice echoed through the hall, his ice-blue eyes shimmering with suppressed rage. The air around him seemed to freeze.

If he had his way, this boy would spend the rest of his life bedridden!

"My lord, can't you see? I thought you were a smart man."

The white-haired boy spoke with a slight hint of pity in his eyes as he glanced at Guangling Douluo.

The room collectively sucked in a breath, and Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo both winced, their hearts nearly leaping out of their chests. They could feel their plans falling apart before their very eyes.

This child… wasn't he supposed to play along?

How could he be so reckless?

He was not just provoking Light Ling Douluo—he was practically walking to his own death!

"Alright, alright, alright. You're very bold. Let's see what you have to say. If you can't make me understand, then—"

Guangling Douluo's smile twisted into something colder than ice, and his voice dripped with fury. His patience was clearly running out.

Su Chen nodded, his smile remaining gentle. He wasn't fazed in the slightest.

Su Chen's black eyes scanned the room, his voice soft yet clear. "Let me ask you all something: If a country has been the undisputed leader of all surrounding nations, collecting tribute and offering protection in exchange, wouldn't that make it powerful?"

There was a murmur of agreement from some of the elders.

"So, if a smaller nation dares to challenge such a country, what should be done?"

One elder quickly spoke up, his voice filled with confidence, "Of course, they should be struck down by thunder, obliterated without mercy."

But then, realizing his words, the elder hesitated and fell silent.

"Very well, this gentleman seems to understand," Su Chen nodded, but he wasn't done yet. "But, what if that smaller nation kills the king of the powerful country?"

At these words, everyone understood. The powerful country was Spirit Hall, and the small nation was the Haotian Sect.

The elder who had spoken earlier turned pale, his lips trembling, but no words came out.

"Well said. You truly are an elder of Spirit Hall," Su Chen said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. He shifted his gaze to the others. "Look, everyone knows what's going on. I know, you know, even the smaller nations know, and they're all just waiting for the mighty country to act swiftly and destroy any threats. But instead of doing so, the country seeks alliances with other smaller nations."

The young man's voice was soft, yet it struck like a hammer against the hearts of those present.

"What does that mean?" Su Chen's eyes were cold, and his voice filled with chilling clarity. "It means that country is no longer in a position to be an overlord."

Everyone in the room felt a chill at the boy's words.

The boy continued, his voice like thunder, "When the overlord fails to act decisively, it becomes a target for others. It might save a few lives in the short term, but in the long run, it will only invite endless challengers, eroding the very foundation of its power."

The weight of his words pressed heavily on everyone's chest.

Su Chen turned to look at Light Ling Douluo, his expression mischievous. "So, sir, who is the genius who came up with this brilliant plan?"

"I, a six-year-old child can see through this, but he couldn't? It's truly a shame."

"So, I suggest that the person who proposed this plan be expelled from Spirit Palace, otherwise, one day, Spirit Palace will be dragged into the abyss by a foolish decision."

"You think so?"

Damn it!

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo almost fainted from shock.

Are you really daring enough to scold me to my face? What does this even mean?

Are you trying to get yourself killed?

Are you really not afraid that he'll kill you with a single slap?!

From the Pope's throne, Bibi Dong leaned forward, her pink fists clenched tightly with excitement. Her beautiful eyes were fixed on the white-haired boy in the crowd, unblinking.

Su Chen's words had struck a chord with her.

As she observed Guangling Douluo's livid face, the Pope couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy and relief, as if she were drinking an ice-cold beverage on a scorching summer day. Her long, graceful legs crossed, and an intoxicating smile appeared on her beautiful face.

She felt elated.

No matter what, she was determined to keep this child by her side.

Even if she had to go to Qian Daoliu and cause a scene, she wouldn't hesitate!

Guangling Douluo's chest rose and fell violently. His facial muscles twitched, his expression twisted in fury, losing all traces of his former handsomeness.

Ju Douluo was right. Guang Ling Douluo truly wanted to kill this kid.

But it was impossible.

From the moment the boy entered, more than four powerful auras had locked onto him. Guang Ling Douluo had a sense that, should he make a move, even a small one, someone would step in to stop him.

Moreover, if he were to truly kill the future genius of Wuhun Palace in public, or do so out of anger, Wuhun Palace itself would not spare him.

"Hmph."

After calming down somewhat, Guang Ling Douluo suppressed his killing intent, though he felt deeply aggrieved.

Being scolded was one thing, but the key was he had no way to refute it.

No matter how much he resisted, deep down, he knew that his plan would indeed bring disaster to Spirit Palace.

But being lectured by a six-year-old child? Even if this child was a genius, it was a disgrace.

He could almost feel the mocking gazes of everyone around him.

Are they laughing at me?

This damn brat!

"Humph, boy, don't forget the true business. I hope your strength is as sharp as your tongue!" Guangling Douluo sneered coldly, a cruel smile flashing across his lips.

"I hope you can still be as proud as you are now."

It wasn't convenient for him to take action, but that didn't mean others couldn't.

Everyone present was shocked at these words.

Yes, no matter how sharp his tongue, it all came down to strength.

The highlight would be seeing whether this boy's abilities were as monstrous as Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo had claimed.

"Then, everyone, please proceed to the square. We'll see whether you're a dragon or a snake." A cold, clear voice rang out from above.

Her Holiness, the Pope, slowly stood up, her graceful figure fully revealed beneath the flowing Pope's robes. With a delicate scepter in her jade hand, she walked with a flowing, majestic grace.

The crowd instinctively bowed their heads and made way for her.

As she passed by Su Chen, she paused for a moment, leaning toward him, a sweet smile appearing on her face.

"Little one, after this test, come to see me alone. I'll grant one of your requests."

"If you win, there will be a reward."

The sweet fragrance of her presence reached Su Chen, and he felt the faint warmth of her breath between her red lips and pearly teeth brushing against his face.

Su Chen frowned slightly, taking a step back to put some distance between them. He bowed respectfully, replying, "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope. I won't disappoint you."

What's with this woman being so close?

Bibi Dong's breath hitched.

Clearly, the boy's reaction completely surpassed her expectations.

Is he looking down on me?

Her Holiness the Pope was taken aback.

Which of the young men or women in Spirit Palace wouldn't fawn over me? Setting aside my status and power, even my appearance is unparalleled. No one could possibly ignore me.

Bibi Dong had full confidence in herself.

But the boy's subtle step back, the frown—those weren't acts. He was clearly unwilling to be near her, from the bottom of his heart.

"This is really... the first time," she mused to herself, a smile curling on her lips, an increased interest in Su Chen brewing within her.