"Not anymore!"
Yu Xiaogang's entire body jolted violently, and he stiffly turned his head.
At some point, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, clad in Chrysanthemum Pattern Brilliant Gold Armor, had already appeared silently behind him.
His face, even more delicately beautiful than a woman's, carried undisguised mockery and coldness. His gaze was fixed on the Elder Token in Yu Xiaogang's hand.
"By order of His Holiness the Pope, I'm reclaiming the Elder Token that does not belong to you!"
"No... Impossible. Bibi Dong... How could Bibi Dong..."
Jiang Zhen had no interest whatsoever in Yu Xiaogang's little fiasco in the VIP Seating.
His attention had been drawn to something else that intrigued him far more.
From the moment the Shrek group entered the arena until they left, he had clearly been able to see Xiao Wu's true form with his naked eyes.
The phantom image of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soft Bone Rabbit had appeared and disappeared beneath her human form.
Yet when he looked left and right, Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him, as well as Bibi Dong and her Heng Ha Er Jiang, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, on the stand before the Papal Palace in the distance, all had perfectly normal expressions. They seemed completely unaware that anything was amiss.
The instant the match ended, Sword Douluo Chen Xin had flown down and immediately brought the still-shaken Ning Rongrong back to Ning Fengzhi's side.
With the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect personally looking after her, they were clearly more concerned about their own Little Princess's safety and had barely spared Xiao Wu a glance.
Jiang Zhen stroked his chin, his eyes flickering with thought.
"Strange... Could it be that one has to wait until the final moment, or that some specific opportunity is required, to discover it?"
"Is this...