Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor-Chapter 379: Douluo: Emerald Poison Emperor []

Compared to his previously arrogant entrance into the Pope's Hall in the original work, this time Yu Xiaogang entered the hall in an extremely disheveled state. When he presented the Pope's Token in his hand, although the knights examined it thoroughly and found no issues, they unanimously felt that something was wrong with this man. Even though the Pope's Token appeared authentic, no one dared to report directly to the Pope.

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After all, what kind of decent person would look so haggard, with pants faintly damp and emitting a foul smell, walking with unsteady steps as if about to collapse, devoid of any soul power, and appearing as if they were on the verge of death? The fact that such a person could possess the Pope's Token was as absurd as a true dragon being born in the mortal world.

Unable to resolve the situation, one of the knights guarding the hall reluctantly sought out Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had just returned to the Spirit Hall and had barely rested for a few days, dragging Ghost Douluo along as well.

Among the six great martial souls represented on the Pope's Token, two of them belonged to Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. They were the most authoritative individuals, aside from the Pope and the Grand Worship, to interpret the authenticity of the Pope's Token.

Upon examining the token, Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately recognized it as the one given to the Clear Sky Sect years ago, based on its subtle differences. Instantly alert, he and Ghost Douluo prepared to apprehend the audacious individual who dared to present it.

However, upon seeing that the person blocked at the entrance to the Pope's Hall was none other than Yu Xiaogang, someone they hadn't seen in years but now found even more repulsive, both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo felt a wave of nausea.

Looking at the knights guarding the hall, Chrysanthemum Douluo waved his hand.

"This Pope's Token is real. Go and report to His Holiness."

When they turned their attention to Yu Xiaogang, both Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's gazes sharpened. The two began circling Yu Xiaogang, who now appeared old and frail, scrutinizing him with mocking and strange expressions, as if they were performing some sort of comedic two-man act.

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, are the two esteemed Titled Douluo here just to laugh at me?" Unable to bear the gaze that seemed to treat him like a monkey, Yu Xiaogang finally spoke up.

Perhaps because he knew he was about to meet Bibi Dong, his voice carried a newfound sense of confidence.

"We're just here to see who would dare to bring the Pope's Token from the Upper Three Sects to Her Holiness at this time. As elders responsible for the Punishment Hall, this is our duty. If someone impure or malicious were to catch the Pope's eye, then it would naturally be our failure."

Chrysanthemum Douluo's words were blunt, nearly insulting Yu Xiaogang to his face.

While others might not know Yu Xiaogang's true abilities, how could they not?

In their eyes, Yu Xiaogang was nothing more than a pile of dog excrement—filthy, disgusting, and always trying to ingratiate himself with others or overstep his bounds.

The only reason Chrysanthemum Douluo hadn't already disposed of Yu Xiaogang was because of his prior personal relationship with the Pope. Otherwise, Chrysanthemum Douluo would have gladly crippled him with a single slap.

Hmm?

As this thought crossed his mind, Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to realize something. He began to examine Yu Xiaogang with renewed interest as if his gaze could pierce through Yu Xiaogang's clothing and skin to see into his very core. This scrutiny left Yu Xiaogang feeling completely exposed, as though he had been seen through entirely.

After a moment, Chrysanthemum Douluo patted Yu Xiaogang's shoulder, letting his soul power probe him briefly. Confirming his suspicions, Chrysanthemum Douluo's face twisted into an unmistakable expression of ridicule.

"Yue Guan, you—"

"Hmm? Since when could you address me as Yue Guan?" Chrysanthemum Douluo's light glare sent Yu Xiaogang stumbling backward as though struck by lightning, landing on his rear. His already slightly bloated stomach began to churn, and a foul stench filled the air as a mixture of liquids soiled the ground beneath him.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang in such a state, the knights guarding the hall tightened their grips on their largely ceremonial weapons, nearly rushing forward to hack Yu Xiaogang into pieces.

In the thousands of years since the founding of the Spirit Hall, this was the first person to dare defecate at the Pope's Hall entrance!

Even knowing that Yu Xiaogang's Pope's Token was genuine, many devout knights felt an overwhelming urge to kill him on the spot and then commit suicide to uphold the honor of the Spirit Hall.

Faced with the increasingly unbearable Yu Xiaogang, Chrysanthemum Douluo also felt disgusted. After one last glance at the trembling and convulsing figure on the ground, he and Ghost Douluo vanished from the entrance.

Where did they go?

As usual, Chrysanthemum Douluo distracted the crowd while Ghost Douluo went to report.

Chen Ming had once brought gifts for his two masters when he visited—rare flowers for Chrysanthemum Douluo, soul beast materials for Ghost Douluo, and a ten-thousand-year soul bone for each of them. These gifts were no longer rare for Chen Ming, who anticipated the advent of artificial soul bone technology, which would make such items even more plentiful in the future.

Now encountering Yu Xiaogang, it was only natural for Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo to report the matter.

The Pope?

What had the Pope ever given them? Not even a single soul bone after all these years—just a few gold soul coins, as if that was enough for anyone!

Recently, they had been sent to the Star Dou Forest to hunt hundred-thousand-year soul beasts and then to the Sunset Forest for large-scale searches. They were either fighting hundred-thousand-year soul beasts or on their way to fight them. Upon their return, they weren't even compensated with overtime pay. Even Titled Douluo had their dignity, after all!

Besides, the fact that the current Pope wasn't from the Angel Clan was no secret. Ever since Qian Daoliu, the Grand Worship, had come out of seclusion, everyone knew the true authority of the Spirit Hall lay in the Worship Hall.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo weren't disloyal to the Spirit Hall—they were too loyal to it, which made them indifferent to the Pope herself.

Meanwhile, as the Angel God, Qian Daoliu, and Chen Ming discreetly monitored the Pope's Hall through its unique properties, Bibi Dong issued an order to have Yu Xiaogang brought in.

The knights, unable to defy the Pope's command, reluctantly used the handles of their ceremonial spears and axes to lift Yu Xiaogang like a dead dog and carry him to Bibi Dong.

Seeing Yu Xiaogang, reeking and pathetic, yet still gazing at her with a nostalgic expression, Bibi Dong's initial excitement and longing for the past immediately turned to silence. Her entire being trembled with a profound sense of disillusionment. Human beings cannot defeat memories. In memory, people lose their flaws and become perfect. The appearance of this Yu Xiaogang shattered the illusion of Bibi Dong, leaving nothing but dust.