"Your Holiness."
The Pope's Palace was unusually quiet. Dai Yao's heart was taut, and a thin sheen of cold sweat seeped out on his forehead. Why had Bibi Dong kept him behind? After a year of arrangements, had the time finally come to pull in the net today? Looking at the utterly respectful Dai Yao, Bibi Dong gave a cold snort, studied her own jade-like hand, and lifted her eyelids slightly, as if saying casually, "I know what you're thinking. It's nothing more than wanting me to spare the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Tell me, you ruined the plan I spent years preparing. How should I deal with you?"
Now that his thoughts had been exposed, Dai Yao could no longer keep pretending. His mind raced. Bibi Dong had racked her brains and laid out so many schemes, drawing him in deeper and deeper, forcing him to step forward at today's Soul Hunting Assembly. Wasn't her purpose precisely this moment?
If she did not achieve her goal, she definitely would not let it rest.
Power decided the situation. Bibi Dong had grasped his weak point. He could not possibly abandon the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. With a silent sigh, he gritted his teeth and said, "Your Holiness, as long as you spare the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, you may deal with me however you wish."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong, who was sitting lazily on the high platform, revealed a faint smile. Her beautiful eyes gathered on Dai Yao as she chuckled. "Good! Since that is the case, there really is something I want you to do."
Dai Yao's heart gave a jolt, but he steadied himself and said:
"Please speak, Your Holiness."
"I want you to go train in Slaughter City. Use your second Martial Soul to