"Pope's Token!!!"
Su Yuntao cried out in shock, utterly stunned. The hand holding the token trembled violently without stop.
In the blink of an eye, cold sweat covered his forehead. He looked as though he had fallen into an ice pit, his entire body shuddering beyond his control.
Seeing him so flustered, the surrounding students all looked puzzled, and whispers gradually rose.
"What kind of token is that? How could it scare Bishop Su so badly?"
"Didn't you hear? It's the Pope's Token. Whoever holds it is as good as the Pope himself descending!"
"The Pope himself?! Good heavens! But... how could that thing be in this trash's hands?"
"Exactly! With that bastard's strength, what right does he have to possess the Pope's Token? Could it be forged?"
The crowd debated heatedly, all questioning whether the token was genuine. Hearing them, Su Yuntao immediately suppressed his fear and calmed down.
As a member of Martial Soul Hall, how could he not know the origins of the Pope's Token?
It was the supreme token granted by Martial Soul Hall to the three great sects: the Clear Sky Sect, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. Its bearer enjoyed the treatment of a Martial Soul Hall Elder and could command all members of Martial Soul Hall.
Such an important artifact should have been kept under tight guard by the three great sects. How could it have ended up in the hands of a man with feeble Soul Power and a notorious reputation?
Besides, if anyone could simply produce a token and make Martial Soul Hall bow to their orders, would that not be a joke?
I'll steady him first, Su Yuntao decided.
Yu Xiaogang took in his reaction, standing with his hands behind his back