Battle Against Spirit Hall, Yan's Displeasure

A few days later.

Before the Pope's Palace, the final round of the finals had begun.

A group emerged from the side entrance of the Pope's Palace. Twelve cardinals, whose status was second only to Platinum Bishops, slowly approached. They walked all the way to the palace gates and stood on either side, six on each side.

The leader announced loudly, "His Holiness the Pope has arrived."

"Long live the Pope! Long live the Pope! Long live the Pope!" The three cheers resounded throughout Spirit City like a landslide and tsunami.

Lu Mingchuan felt somewhat moved as he listened to the thunderous cries around him. Although he had already known of Spirit Hall's status among soul masters,

he was still surprised upon seeing this scene. No wonder all the major powers wanted to eliminate Spirit Hall.

Soon, Bibi Dong appeared amid those cheers.

Bibi Dong was the first to emerge from the Pope's Palace, clad from head to toe in a resplendent golden ceremonial gown, wearing a purple-gold crown and holding a scepter. Her expression was solemn. Her entire being seemed illusory, as though she were infinitely tall.

The golden gown fit her perfectly. The dazzling ceremonial robes gleamed with precious light, embedded with over a hundred red, blue, and gold gemstones. The purple-gold crown atop her head radiated countless rays of brilliance. At this moment, all light seemed to gather upon her alone.

Curiosity filled Lu Mingchuan's eyes as he looked at this woman whose reputation was so divided.

The moment the others from Spirit Hall saw Bibi Dong, they lowered their heads and knelt. "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

The imposing scene that overwhelmed everyone else did not particularly affect Lu Mingchuan.

Four people followed behind Bibi Dong. Two of them were Ghost and Chrysanthemum, whom Lu Mingchuan