Douluo's opening sign to Chaos Clock

"This junior plans to take all the disciples in the sect and go out for a casual meal."

"If you are fine, Mr. Bishop, you can come along."

With a faint smile on his face, Yuntiange issued an invitation.

But this kind of invitation seemed so harsh and full of sarcasm to Salas's ears at this moment.

Will I, the majestic Platinum Bishop of Tiandou City Spirit Temple, still be greedy for a meal from a junior like you?

Salas' face became increasingly ugly, and a cold breath continued to emanate from him.

But Yuntiange seemed to turn a deaf ear to this. After smiling at Malphite, he stood up and made a gesture to leave.

Yuan Suiyun and Emily also stood up at the same time, making preparations to leave.

At this moment, Malphite's originally generous and resolute face suddenly turned pale.

What he feared most was finally going to happen, and Yuntianhua, as expected, rejected Salas's solicitation.

But how can this headstrong, arrogant and domineering Bishop Platinum of the Spirit Temple of Tiandou City be so easy to deal with?

Malphite felt that with Salas's temperament, he would definitely use violence against Yuntiange.

And he himself has to be caught in the middle again, no longer a human being.

On the one hand, he is his friend, and on the other hand, he is his immediate boss.

If the two really clashed, Malphite really didn't know what to do.

Friendship and future, this is indeed a difficult question to choose.

"Bang!"

Salas' right fist hit the table in the hall hard, and the table made of nanmu instantly turned into ashes.

A gloomy and extremely cold wave of Via spiraled out from Salas and swept the entire hall in an instant.

"You know? It's been a long, long time and no one has dared to refuse me."

Salas's cloudy old eyes shot out sharp light, looked at Yuntiange, and said in a cold and biting tone.

Salas has forgotten what happened the last time he was rejected.

Ten years ago, after he knew that he was old and had no hope of breaking through the title of Douluo, he turned his desires to power, wealth, and beauty.

Salas took the initiative to apply to Pope Bibi Dong to serve as the platinum bishop in the Wuhun Temple in the capitals of the two empires.

Bibi Dong also agreed to this request after considering that Salas was unlikely to break through to the Titled Douluo and become an elder.

With Saras's level 89 soul power, it is more than enough to serve as the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Temple.

Since Salas assumed the position of Platinum Bishop, he has almost become a Turkish emperor-like existence.

The Wuhun Temple located in Tiandou City is the most authoritative institution established by the Wuhun Temple in the Tiandou Empire. It can be said that the platinum bishop of the Wuhun Temple in Tiandou City is the official leader of the Wuhun Temple in the Tiandou Empire. Supreme spokesperson.

It can be said that Salas has enjoyed all the glory, wealth, power and beauty in the ten years he has been in Tiandou City.

Even Emperor Xueye of the Tiandou Empire and Ning Fengzhi, the leader of the Qibao Glazed Sect, had to give Salas some slack in the scene because they were worried about the Wuhun Palace.

Under this situation, Salas's mentality has already changed. He is self-willed and cannot tolerate the slightest dissatisfaction or rejection from others.

"Haha, then I have to ask the bishop to get used to it more."

Yuntiange's smile became a little inexplicable, and his tone gradually became colder.

It has nothing to do with me how you dominate, but if you want to ride on my head, it is indeed impossible.

Yuan Suiyun also stood up at the same time, stood next to Yun Tiange, and expressed his position.

Perhaps to the entire Wuhun Palace, Wuzheng Villa is nothing, and it may only be a bit better than the lower four sects.

But for Salas, he cannot represent the entire Wuhun Palace.

"Song of the sky!"

Malphite quickly stood up, his burly body standing between Salas and Yuntiange, faintly separating the two.

At the same time, his resolute face was filled with anxiety, and he kept winking at the envoy Yuntiange, hoping that he would be able to subdue him.

Regardless of his identity, Salas is a veteran Contra with a soul power as high as level 89. If there is a conflict, Yuntiange will definitely suffer a big loss no matter how talented he is. .

"Do you think I am very patient?"

Salas smiled arrogantly, and an extremely strong sense of oppression suddenly came from his whole body, making everyone present feel a strong sense of discomfort.

Among them, Emily, who had the lowest soul power, was the first to bear the brunt, and her whole body was already trembling under the pressure.

Yun Tiange and Yuan Suiyun frowned at the same time. They each stretched out a hand to put on Emily's shoulder, inputting their soul power into her body to relieve her from the strong sense of oppression.

"Bishop Salas, let's talk alone."

Yuntiange said coldly with a layer of frost on his face.

"can."

Salas nodded and regained his momentum.

He was not afraid of Yuntiange's deception. Although the opponent had outstanding talent, he was still too young after all, and there was no way he could threaten him, a veteran Contra.

"Come with me."

Yuntiange said calmly, got up and walked towards the courtyard where he lived.

Salas snorted coldly, got up and followed.

"Sorry, I..."

Malphite took a deep breath and said guiltily.

"Deacon Mo doesn't need to blame himself. This old man is indeed arrogant and domineering."

Yuan Suiyunfeng said calmly.

"Deputy Sect Master, Sect Master, will he..."

Emily asked worriedly with her big eyes filled with tension.

"Do not worry."

Yuan Suiyun smiled slightly. He had always trusted Yuntiange, and he never did anything he was unsure of.

. . . . . .

"Bishop Salas, please also take some confidentiality measures."

Yuntiange looked at Salas and said with a slightly raised corner of his mouth.

"Humph."

Salas snorted lightly and casually arranged a few barriers made of soul power. He also wanted to know what the young man in front of him wanted to say.

The smile on Yuntiange's face suddenly turned cold at this moment, and murderous aura suddenly burst out from his deep eyes. He sneered ferociously and said: "Salas, you have really forgotten about being the platinum bishop these years."

"Ok?"

Salas frowned, and while he was confused, he couldn't help but feel fierce anger.

He was used to being domineering, but today he was suddenly scolded by a young man. How could he accept this?

"Don't think that you can get carried away just because you have some talent. I can kill you at any time."

Salas's eyes were also filled with murderous intent. If Yuntiange did not choose to submit to Wuhun Hall, he would kill him without hesitation.

"Salas, you still don't understand the situation."

Yuntiange's eyes were full of mockery, and this mockery made Salas feel a little bad in his heart.

Salas knew that the young man in front of him could not be a fool.

To be able to say such arrogant words must be something to rely on.

Yuntiange sighed quietly, and then continued: "Originally, I didn't want to reveal my identity, but who said you were too stupid?"

"Actually, I'm the Pope's man."