The moment he heard Tang Hao dare to curse him, Qian Xunji's expression turned icy.
If the ruler was humiliated, his subjects would die in his defense!
Hearing someone insult their own pope, the people of Spirit Hall all prepared to make a move.
Then a frail Blue-haired Woman stepped forward and called softly, "Brother Hao."
Tang Hao hurriedly supported Ah Yin. "You just gave birth to our child. Your body is still very weak—why did you come out?"
"I'm fine. I want to explain things clearly to His Holiness the Pope."
Ah Yin's voice was gentle.
"Oh?"
"What do you want to explain to me?"
Qian Xunji narrowed his eyes, intrigued.
"Respected His Holiness the Pope, why must you insist on killing me?"
Ah Yin carefully asked as she watched Qian Xunji's expression.
"Hm? Are you stalling for time? Who are you waiting for?"
"But I'm not afraid of anyone coming to save you. Whoever comes, I'll deal with them."
Qian Xunji had sat in the pope's seat for more than twenty years and was already an old fox in official circles. He immediately saw through Ah Yin's intentions.
Who could a soul beast like Ah Yin be waiting for?
It had to be Tang Hao's reinforcements.
Most likely his Big Brother.
"Your Holiness the Pope, you are already a nine-ringed Titled Douluo, and your subordinates behind you do not seem to lack Spirit Rings. Why must you risk offending the Clear Sky Sect to capture me?"
"Have you not heard the saying: 'Mighty Battle Soul Hammer, towering Clear Sky Sect'? Brother Hao is an heir of the Clear Sky Sect, the number one sect in the world.
Spare us while you can and leave now. We can pretend none of this ever happened."
Ah Yin said this without