But the man before them was no ordinary person—he was Salas, the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall!
As a Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall, Salas was the de facto ruler of the Spirit Hall branch in Tiandou City. Even the Snow Night Great Emperor would not dare to completely sever ties with him!
Among the vast territory of the Tiandou Empire, there were very few people that Salas was afraid of!
"Since it's not the wine from Tianyun Lou, why are you stopping me?"
"Do you, perhaps, have an issue with me borrowing a drink from the VIP room? Has the Spirit Hall's blade become dull?"
Salas's eyes flashed with a hint of malice and disdain. No wonder the Tiandou Empire was becoming increasingly weak. From top to bottom, they couldn't even recognize the simplest of situations. A mere tavern keeper dared to stop a Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall!
If it weren't for this tavern's royal backing, the tavern keeper's blood would be spilled without a second thought!
The tavern keeper's face turned pale with fear. Salas's words made him instinctively loosen his grip on the door. After all, he was just a small tavern keeper and could not possibly block someone as powerful as Salas.
"Xue Qinghe" had a flash of anger on her face. It wouldn't matter if an ordinary person tried to barge in, but this was someone from the Spirit Hall itself!
Salas had never been so domineering when reporting to the Spirit Hall!
And "Xue Qinghe" could not reveal her true identity right now. If she did, all the work the Spirit Hall had done over the years would be in jeopardy. That was truly infuriating!
"Xiao Feng, do you have confidence?"
There was a hint of worry in "Xue Qinghe's" eyes. She had come out hastily, and she only had a few Soul Emperor-level experts by her side. Against someone like Salas, she didn't have enough confidence.
If Qian Renfeng didn't have any real assurance, then she might have to give up these few barrels of royal wine!
A trace of unwillingness showed on "Xue Qinghe's" face. This wine had been personally brought to her by her brother, and she had barely sipped before it might be taken away by the Platinum Bishop of the Spirit Hall!
"Of course!"
Qian Renfeng smiled, his confident expression even moved "Xue Qinghe". Had her little brother grown this strong?
Qian Renfeng lowered the curtains in front of them, blocking "Xue Qinghe's" figure, and walked toward the door alone.
The wooden door was slowly pushed open by Salas. With one hand, he pushed it aside, while the other was placed behind him. His bright red robe and the five-pointed platinum crown on his head symbolized his extraordinary status.
Salas's shoulders were narrow, allowing people to glimpse the interior of the room. But at this moment, no one could see inside, because a young man stood at the door, blocking their view.
The boy wore a black luxurious robe, emphasizing his identity, and held a white folding fan that had somehow been "borrowed" from "Xue Qinghe." It seemed to fit him perfectly.
"Yo, Salas? Platinum Bishop?"
"Are you that strong?"
"Didn't the tavern keeper say that this wine is ours? It's not the Spirit Hall's style to snatch things from others!"
The boy's words carried a hint of contempt, as if he didn't consider the Platinum Bishop in front of him to be of any consequence. He even seemed to want to mock him further.
Salas's thin face showed a slight surprise, but his training as a Platinum Bishop helped him quickly recover from the shock. He gritted his teeth and stared at the boy, speechless, his eyes filled with strange intensity.
One of the Four Platinum Bishops, the leader of the Spirit Hall branch, and the actual ruler of all Spirit Hall forces in the Tiandou Empire!
Salas hadn't heard such derogatory remarks in many years. Even the Tiandou Imperial Palace treated him like a lord, yet now a mere tavern boy was daring to stop him? It was laughable!
"Don't kill him. Break his legs first."
"Then bring the wine back. If the Tiandou Royal Family has any objections, let them send someone to the Spirit Hall to trouble me!"
Salas left behind these words and turned around, no longer looking in the boy's direction. The four middle-aged men behind him looked at the boy with pity before releasing their martial spirits.
Of course, the martial spirits of the four men were not the same, but their soul ring colors were identical—two yellow, two purple, and three black, totaling seven soul rings!
As Soul Sages at the seventh ring, this was a fitting protection for Salas, who, as the actual leader of the Spirit Hall in Tiandou City, needed such powerful bodyguards. After all, although becoming a Title Douluo was difficult, obtaining Soul Saints and Soul Emperors was simple for the Spirit Hall.
This boy, no matter how talented, was still unlikely to have Soul Sage-level power, right?
However, just as the four Soul Saints were about to make a move, they froze in place, their pupils dilating and bodies stiffening.
The boy at the door had also released his martial spirit. A pair of white wings appeared behind him, extending four meters in length, completely blocking the door and preventing anyone from peeking inside.
A divine aura spread throughout the entire Tianyun Lou, making countless guests feel a sense of purity and a strong desire for justice.
With the appearance of the Eight-Winged Angel, the Angel Domain enveloped the entire tavern, all under the boy's conscious control.
What was even more terrifying was the aura emanating from the boy, along with the number of soul rings on his body, which made everyone present freeze, unable to regain their senses.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!
The red hundred-thousand-year soul ring appeared before them, and the overwhelming pressure kept everyone on edge. This was not a dream!
"You're a Title Douluo?!"
Salas exclaimed in shock as he turned back, carefully counting the soul rings on Qian Renfeng's body. His earlier confidence now seemed laughable.
Qian Renfeng's lips curled into a sunny smile as he looked at the four Soul Sages who had just released their martial spirits.
"Still want to fight?"
The four Soul Sages dared not speak. Who would voluntarily provoke a Title Douluo? It was like the Longevity Star hanging itself—asking for death!
The four of them then turned their gaze to Salas, who felt an unprecedented pressure. Even the main hall of the Spirit Hall wouldn't easily offend a Title Douluo!
Such powerful beings were on a level far beyond Salas's reach, belonging to the elders' circle!
"Senior, this is a misunderstanding!"
Salas's voice trembled slightly. It wasn't that his psychological quality was poor, but the pressure of the hundred-thousand-year soul ring was so overwhelming that even a Soul Douluo like him couldn't fully control his body.
"A misunderstanding?"
"How about I break your legs first, and then you can explain it to me properly?"