"The ownership shall be... decided by Spirit Hall!"
Bibi Dong's icy voice rang like a final verdict. Every word carried supreme majesty and unquestionable will as it crashed down upon the deathly silent Soul Fighting Arena! The violet-gold figure floating high above seemed like a deity who held life and death in her hands. Her purple eyes contained only absolute control and a trace of... indifferent certainty toward her prey.
"Xiao Wu—!" Tang San's eyes nearly split apart as he let out a heart-wrenching roar! Watching Xiao Wu tremble beneath the Pope's pressure and countless greedy stares, like a helpless fledgling caught in a storm, terror and helplessness swallowed him whole! He struggled to rush toward her, but the backlash from forcibly activating the Eight Spider Lance fragment erupted like a tsunami. Poison and chaotic Soul Power ravaged his body. Sweetness rose in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of purplish-black blood. His body swayed on the verge of collapse as Oscar and Zhu Zhuqing held him tightly.
"No! Don't hurt Xiao Wu!" Xiao Wu cried out in despair, tears blurring her vision. She could feel the greedy gazes from the VIP stands, tangible as icy chains binding her tightly! Bibi Dong's emotionless eyes in particular made her feel as though she had fallen into an Ice Cave. It was as if she could already see her soul ring stripped away and her soul bone dug out in a bloody future!
"Your Eminence the Pope!" Ning Fengzhi abruptly rose from the VIP stands, his voice grave and urgent. "There are still doubts regarding this matter! Declaring her a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast based on a mere trace of aura fluctuation is far too hasty! I beg Your Eminence to investigate thoroughly and not harm the harmony of the tournament!"