The substantive pressure was so terrifying that even the several titled Douluo who originally focused on Xiao Wu turned their attention to Amon again. "Wait, is that the captain?" Romil looked shocked. Yan Jin's eyes were a little complicated and he murmured to himself: "Amon, have you come to this point? No wonder you have been so abnormal recently. It turns out that I am no longer needed..." In fact, she has always been the one who knows Amon best. She understood that Amon had been hiding himself in the past, trying his best to cover up his own light. She has been cooperating with him, trying her best to use her brilliance to attract other people's attention, so that Amon can hide behind her calmly. But since the opening of the Soul Master Competition, Amon gradually began to no longer hide himself, and by the finals, he seemed even more unscrupulous. Yan Jin was the first to notice his changes. What makes Amon, who has always been cautious, no longer hide himself and come into the sight of others? There is only one answer: he no longer needs to worry too much. "Title Douluo?" Walter's eyes were dull.
He suddenly remembered that when he accepted Yan Jin as his disciple, Amon also showed his intention to become a disciple... He suddenly felt that he had missed a hundred million. If he is now comparable to a Titled Douluo, how far can he grow in the future? A perfect ultimate Douluo posture! In the future, I'm afraid it will be like the Great Enshrinement, an existence that dominates the world. This kind of apprentice, even if it is only a nominal apprentice, is still making money! The men in red and gold beside him all had surprise in their eyes and praised, "What an astonishing young man." Dugu Bo looked at Amon with deep disbelief and extreme regret in his eyes. Why didn't you show your strength earlier? If someone shows the slightest hint of being banned, will I be so rude and poison him again? In addition, he was vaguely worried. He and Amon had obviously become enemies. What should he do next? Escape? But Yanyan still has a great youth, and she cannot be allowed to remain anonymous with him. She should have a better future, instead of living in a corner where no one knows! Dugu Bo looked at Amon and clenched his fists. Protected by Chen Xin, the Shrek Seven Monsters, who had finally escaped from fear and regained their ability to think, looked at the figure in black robes in the sky, unable to muster any fighting spirit. As Amon said just now, they are not qualified to be his opponents at all. Yu Xiaogang frowned and asked the referee: "Is he really under 25 years old? This is simply impossible! It's simply ridiculous!" No one answered him, because the referees were too shocked to speak. Amon looked at Chen Xin and said softly: "Your Majesty Chen Xin, it seems it's time for you to leave. There is no room for you in this arena. For you to come up here is a violation in itself. The game is not over yet." Looking at those deep, emotionless eyes, Chen Xin nodded slowly, "I'll leave now." "Put me down, Grandpa Jian, let me down." Ning Rongrong, who woke up at some point, struggled and said, "I can't abandon my friends, I want to fight side by side with them." Chen Xin felt a headache and comforted him: "Rong Rong, good boy, this is not someone you can fight against. Come back with me." "I don't..." Ning Rongrong said stubbornly.
Amon's cold voice came again, "How long do you have to discuss? Your behavior has already interfered with the game." The momentum that enveloped the arena became more majestic, and even Chen Xin felt a little depressed. He suddenly noticed that Ning Fengzhi's face was pale, and then he realized that Amen's soul pressure had reached a point where even the Soul Saint could hardly bear it. If he continued to stay in the arena, Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, would probably I made a fool of myself in public. He no longer hesitated, gave up on helping Shrek's students resist the pressure, carried Ning Rongrong to Ning Fengzhi's side, and used his aura to protect them both. Without Chen Xin's protection, Dai Mubai, Oscar, Ma Hongjun, Xiao Wu, and Zhu Zhuqing instantly vomited blood and fell unconscious. Tang San also knelt on one knee, blood spilled from the corner of his mouth, feeling that his soul, bones, muscles, and every part of his body were mourning. Next to Walter, the man in golden clothes said softly: "Old Qi, his soul power is no longer inferior to you and me." "Well, it's just that this soul pressure is very weird, it feels a bit... scattered." The man in red was a little confused. The golden iron triangle connected the Qi machine, which was the prerequisite for them to perform the trinity soul fusion skill, temporarily turning the three people's aura into a whole to resist Amon's soul pressure. "He must have cheated. It's impossible for someone to reach this level at such a young age!" Yu Xiaogang shouted again. The fluctuations of soul power emitted by Amon at this time have exceeded the level that he can understand. Even if he is in the Blue Electric Tyrannosaurus Rex family, he has never seen anyone with such terrifying pressure. "Are you very free?" Amon glanced at him. "Insight" spied on the flaw in their qi connection, and Amon integrated his own power into it, breaking their state. Without the assistance of Flanders and Liu Erlong, Yu Xiaogang, who had the lowest soul power level, could not withstand Amon's pressure. He spurted out a stream of blood and fell to the ground unconscious. Bibi Dong glanced at Liu Erlong and said coldly: "Trash." Then, she looked at Yu Xiaogang with some distress in her eyes, but she did not protect him. The oppression brought by soul power has both physical and will attributes. Only sober people can feel the oppression on the body and mind. Instantly encountering soul pressure far beyond one's ability to bear may cause the heart to rupture and bring fatal danger, but if it rises slowly, it will generally not kill people. Because after reaching a certain level, the oppressed person will fall into a coma, and the impact of soul pressure will no longer work on the mind. Without mental oppression, the damage caused by soul pressure that is only to the body and not a substantial attack is very limited. After confirming that Yu Xiaogang was not seriously injured, Bibi Dong finally moved her eyes away from him. Suddenly, her face changed suddenly, and she said gloomily: "Elder Ju, Elder Gui, take him down for me!" Yue Guan and Gui Mei were about to act, and when they saw Bibi Dong pointing at Amon, their steps suddenly stopped. They looked at Bibi Dong with puzzled eyes, with a hint of questioning in their eyes. Whether it was to take down Tang San or the transformed soul beast, they could understand, but to deal with Amon... Your Majesty the Pope, are you serious? "What's wrong? Can't you hear what I say?" Seeing that Yueguan and Guimei were still not moving, Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Follow your will." Yueguan and Guimei were about to take off, but they fell down again in a mess. They took several steps back before they stood firm. They looked at each other, unable to hide their horror. Just now, Amon's soul pressure rose again, forcibly pressing them down.
At this moment, the pressure from the sky made both of them feel suffocated, as if they were at the bottom of a deep sea. In the offering hall deep in the Pope's Palace, four long whistles suddenly came, the whistles were like thunder, and they came in an instant with great power. Led by an old man in a golden robe and silver embroidery, the four offerings floated into the sky. "Golden Crocodile..." Bibi Dong whispered to himself. Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Amon with a cold look and asked, "Why did you offend my Wuhun Hall?" Even they had to be cautious of those who could emit such an aura. The aura of the four top Douluos surrounded Amon, and the air in the sky was turbulent. The low air pressure made it difficult to breathe. Amon raised his hand and pinched his monocle, chuckled and said: "I guess you are the seniors of the Wuhun Hall. I am just participating in the All-Continent High-level Soul Master Elite Competition. The competition has not ended yet. Please be patient." The Golden Crocodile understood what Amon was saying, but he didn't understand it at all. He looked stunned, his eyes were blank, and he said in a somewhat uncertain tone: "The Soul Master Competition you are talking about, is it the Soul Master Competition I know about?" "If there are no other Soul Master Competitions, then this should be it." The Golden Crocodile and the other worshippers looked at each other. When did the specifications of the Soul Master Competition become so high? Did the conditions for participation change when they didn't know? The Golden Crocodile looked at Yueguan and Guimei with a questioning look in his eyes. The latter two nodded, indicating that Amon was not lying. So, several worshippers were even more confused. Amon slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, the wind and clouds changed, the sky and the earth lost their color, and a terrifying atmosphere like the sky falling, pressed down like a dark cloud covering the sky. Amon had made full preparations for this moment. He had previously met with all the clones that were convenient to contact, and stole all the "expressive power" stored in their first soul rings. His clone carried almost all of the "soul power expressive power" that Amon had accumulated over the years. At this moment, he released these "expressive powers" without reservation. The golden crocodile's face changed drastically, and he and the other three priests looked at Amon in disbelief. They had only felt such power from three people... Qian Daoliu, Tang Chen, and Poseidon. "Extreme, limit, fight, Luo..." The golden crocodile said word by word. The ghosts of Yueguan looked terrified, and they did not even dare to have the courage to fight against this momentum. At some point, a tall old man appeared in the sky. His figure was so majestic that when he appeared, the sky became his domain, as if he was the master of the sky. A broad, majestic but gentle breath dissolved the pressure borne by Jin Yu and others, and fought against the pressure that was like the sky falling. "Xue Qinghe" looked at the familiar tall old man and was shocked. She really didn't expect that her grandfather would show up.
Chen Xin's pupils shrank for a while, and a frightening name popped up in her mind: Qian Daoliu! Jin Yu and the other three worshippers slowly landed, leaving the sky to the two strong men who exuded an aura that made them all feel depressed. With the collision of Amon and Qian Daoliu's momentum, the whole world seemed to be divided into two halves, and the clouds sank deeply upwards to form a gully. On one side, there was a sense of chaos like the sky falling and the earth sinking, weird and disordered, but boundless, and on the other side, there was a sense of sacredness that was vast, solid, heavy, majestic and solemn. Qian Daoliu looked at Amon with his bright eyes, and after a moment, he nodded slowly: "You are very good, and your talent is the only one I have ever seen in my life." He saw through Amon's true and false, and understood that he had not really reached this level, but had used some means to increase the soul pressure to this level that even he was moved. But even if it was just soul pressure, it was already amazing enough. Such power can crush a soul saint who is not mentally prepared! It can suppress a soul douluo and make him unable to move. It can make it difficult for ordinary titled douluos to have the courage to fight against it! In front of the power displayed by Amon at this time, any genius in the past was eclipsed. Even the amazing Tang Chen was only a firefly compared to him. "Thank you for your compliment." Amon stroked his monocle and said softly. He activated "Insight" without leaving any trace, observing several worshippers, and inferring the power of these beings who are truly at the top of the soul master world. Usually, the worshippers of the Spirit Hall are in the worship hall, not caring about worldly affairs, and rarely have the opportunity to see them. One of the reasons why he released soul pressure so unscrupulously was to meet them, and to get a glimpse of their true and false through "Insight" in the interaction of qi. And the Soul Master Competition gave him a good excuse. Otherwise, if he released such soul pressure in the Spirit City, it would be regarded as a challenge to the Spirit Hall, attracting the ruthless attacks of the worshippers. He slowly landed from the air, then took off his hat, pressed it on his chest, bowed slightly, and saluted the strongest person in the current soul master world to show respect. Qian Daoliu nodded in greeting, and a sacred and warm light emanated from his body, awakening those who had fallen into a coma due to Amon's aura. Then, he glanced at the golden crocodile and said lightly: "Go back." Several priests slowly left and disappeared into the depths of the Pope's Palace. Yueguan and Guimei glanced at Bibi Dong, wanting to say something but stopping. The two of them were hesitant. If Bibi Dong insisted that they deal with Amon, should they go? After seeing Amon's power just now, they really lacked the courage to attack him. Although it is not impossible to overcome, is it really necessary? Amon is not the mortal enemy of the Spirit Hall. Judging from his connection with Walter, it is very likely that he will be won over. Standing on the field, Amon looked at the referee's seat and asked softly: "Is it time to announce the result of the game?"