Qian Renxue's Ruthlessness

"Tianxin!"

Liu Erlong, who shared the bloodline of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, cried herself hoarse as tears streamed down her face.

"Bibi Dong, how dare you!"

She struggled to crawl to her feet, but...

The gap in strength was too great. Bibi Dong was simply an existence she could not contend with.

Bibi Dong's eerie voice rang out again. "Yu Xiaogang, you really are a coward!"

"Another nephew of yours died, and you don't even dare make a sound."

"At Shrek Academy last time, Yu Tianheng died. Now Yu Tianxin is dead."

"Is Shrek the natural bane of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?"

"Your Majesty the Pope, what exactly do you want?" Zhao Wuji opened his mouth.

"Zhao Wuji, was it? I remember you." Bibi Dong chuckled softly. "You did have some skill to escape Spirit Hall's encirclement back then. Run now, then! Let's see if you can get away."

Zhao Wuji's mouth twitched. He had the distinct feeling that the Pope was acting a little strange today.

Damn it, you've got ten Soul Rings shining so openly, and you're telling me to run.

Fuck, even Tang Chen might not be able to escape, much less him, a mere Soul Saint.

"Too slow."

Bibi Dong was about to speak again when a figure emerged from around the corner.

Golden hair draped over her shoulders, and a holy aura radiated from her body.

"Xiao Xue, done hiding and watching?"

"My Majesty the Pope, did becoming a god scramble your brains?" Qian Renxue rolled her eyes. "Either kill them or let them go. I don't have time to waste here with you."

"Fine, then you do it!"

Bibi Dong stepped back to Qian Renxue's side and gestured with one hand, looking as though she were leaving everything to her.