Before Chen Ming could say anything, a powerful surge of battle energy erupted in the distance.
Looking utterly deranged, Bibi Dong unleashed her martial soul and repeatedly charged at Spirit Hall's High Priests. She tried to break straight through their blockade and reach the heart of the lightning tribulation, where she could seize the treasure that had set her heart trembling.
She could feel it: as long as she obtained that thing, she would most likely be able to accumulate everything she needed to complete her God Trial and swiftly become a god.
As for what that thing actually was, or who it belonged to, Bibi Dong did not care in the slightest. In her mind, as long as she could obtain it, absorb it, and refine it, she would be able to become a god.
Once she became a god, would she still need to care about the eyes of the mortal world?
Besides, as Spirit Hall's Pope, she had the right to know what happened within Spirit Hall. Why shouldn't she, the Pope, have first claim to the treasures within it?
Relying on her undying body, Bibi Dong kept pushing forward. The enraged High Priests did not hold back either, their relentless attacks blasting her to pieces again and again.
The battle already reeked of gunpowder, and it looked certain that someone would fall here today. If Bibi Dong could not obtain what she wanted, then barring an unexpected turn of events, even her position as Pope would not save her from a violent death on the spot.
The aura of the lightning tribulation had already drawn the attention of many within Spirit Hall. But while protecting Chen Ling, Qian Daoliu had used his spiritual power to transmit a message directly to several old companions, telling them to