Originally, these had been prepared for the Golden Generation, meant to further enhance their strength and solidify Spirit Hall's dominance over the younger generation.
Now, they had to be handed over to the enemies who had beaten them into such a miserable state.
Bibi Dong's heart bled. It was not only because of how precious the soul bones were, but because this meant Spirit Hall's dignity had been publicly trampled into the dirt.
But she could not lose her temper. She was the Pope. Before the competition had begun, she had publicly announced the rewards. She could not break her word before Soul Masters from across the continent.
At least, not openly.
She picked up the tray and walked down from the raised platform, one step at a time.
Her gold-trimmed papal robe dragged across the polished stone steps, making a faint rustling sound.
Her footsteps were steady, every stride precisely measured, displaying exceptional self-control.
Yet only Ghost Douluo and Specter Douluo, who stood nearby, could sense how terrifyingly cold the aura around her was. It was rage suppressed to the very limit.
The Shrek group supported one another as they walked to the foot of the steps before Pope's Palace.
Although they had won, the previous battle had drained them greatly. Apart from Han Yuchen and Tang San, everyone else looked somewhat pale, their Soul Power fluctuations weak.
Yet they stood tall, their gazes resolute as they fearlessly faced the Pope descending toward them.
Tang San stood at the very front.
His face was somewhat pale as well. Although activating the Divine Skill Experience Card had primarily relied on the card's own power, it had still drained more than half of his Soul Power and Spiritual Power.
He straightened his back and looked calmly at Bibi Dong.
Han Yuchen