"How..."
Ghost Douluo Yue Guan had just been about to angrily shout, "How dare you," to see who dared speak so abruptly to the Pope.
But he discovered that the speaker was Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, also a Titled Douluo, who had remained among Shrek Academy's ranks.
Pope Bibi Dong cast Dugu Bo a cold glance.
"What does Poison Douluo wish to remind me of?"
Dugu Bo smiled faintly. Anyone could see how fake that smile was, but his status was what it was.
The status of Titled Douluos among soul masters had always been lofty.
"Your Holiness, look at the injuries of those from Spirit Hall Academy."
"If this drags on any longer, I fear your Golden Generation will be left with only one person."
There was undoubtedly a trace of mockery in Dugu Bo's words, but no one would doubt what he said.
Given a Titled Douluo's dignity, it was impossible for him to lie.
He himself was a lone wolf. Though Spirit Hall's influence reached the heavens, he did not care all that much.
To be precise, Dugu Bo's backing was the Heaven Dou Empire's Imperial Family.
Uncertainty flickered across the Pope's face.
In the arena, the six people sprawled in every direction were all seriously injured.
And Yan was clearly about to be unable to hold on any longer under the combined assault of the Hell White Tiger and Ma Hongjun.
A victory that should have been theirs had unexpectedly turned into this. Bibi Dong found it difficult to accept.
But she was, after all, the finest Pope in Spirit Hall's history. After weighing the pros and cons, she rose decisively.
"Spirit Hall Academy Team, admit defeat!"
The moment the Pope finished speaking, Ning Fengzhi beside her stood up.
He raised a hand, and the Seven