Ghost Chrysanthemum exchanged a glance, each seeing the shock in the other's eyes.
They had long known that the other academy had at least two Peak Douluo, while they were merely ordinary Titled Douluo.
Killing someone under the hands of two Peak Douluo—setting aside the difficulty of the mission itself—
even how they were supposed to evade the pursuit of two enraged Peak Douluo after completing it was a problem.
The first fool to make a move against The Hunt Academy, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, was still recuperating.
One of the pillars supporting their sect had already been shattered right at The Hunt Academy's gates.
And now, their Pope, Bibi Dong, wanted them to find The Hunt Academy and kill Lu Mingchuan, who had two Titled Douluo under him.
She might as well have just told them to go die.
"Your Holiness." Yue Guan secretly glanced at his old friend beside him.
Gritting his teeth, he wanted to tell their Pope that they could not complete this mission!
But waves of pressure had already begun spreading from her.
Beads of sweat the size of beans began trickling down his forehead.
"...We accept the order!" The words in his mouth changed at once.
Yet his face had already gone ashen.
"Rest assured, once it is done, I will give each of you a Soul Bone. You may choose the part yourselves."
Seeing how sensible her subordinates were, Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction.
She did not forget to dangle a reward before them.
If it had been before, Ghost Chrysanthemum would have been overjoyed.
But now, they truly only wanted to say that they could not swallow this bait.
"...Thank you, Your Holiness!" They felt helpless inside.
Even if she was telling the truth this time and not deceiving them,