A fatal blow!
Su Chen could not help but want to applaud Bibi Dong.
"Ha ha ha, that old dog is going to die of anger!"
Ghost Douluo covered his mouth and laughed gleefully, but this time, no one paid him any attention.
Several upper-ranking officials who had remained neutral looked at the peerless figure seated upon the lofty throne, then at Guang Ling Douluo, who could barely maintain his expression. Their eyes flickered uncertainly.
Although the Six-Winged Angel Lineage wielded considerable influence, His Holiness the Pope had now revealed fangs of her own.
Only then did everyone recall that His Holiness the Pope had surpassed Tang Hao to become the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent!
And—
Their gazes shifted toward the white-haired youth at the very back.
After all, he was an utterly monstrous genius as well.
His thousand-year first soul ring was unprecedented throughout history, and likely would never be surpassed.
The Angel Lineage was naturally dominant now, but what about ten or twenty years from now?
Once those two had fully matured, everything would remain uncertain.
"Your Holiness the Pope!"
Sensing the flickering gazes around him, Guang Ling Douluo immediately grew anxious.
The reason he had been able to return unharmed was to intimidate and threaten them, to keep the Pontiff Palace's upper ranks divided into opposing factions. If the majority turned toward Bibi Dong, how was he supposed to answer to the one in the Worship Hall?
His single eye darted rapidly. Guang Ling Douluo simply bowed again, drawing everyone's attention to himself.
"Your Holiness the Pope, that lord asked me to tell you that Su Chen's body is fine—very fine. Do not go looking for him so casually next time. After all, he has little lifespan left, and every action he takes must be