Spirit City, Worship Hall.
The atmosphere inside the hall was as heavy as a boulder, weighing on everyone's heart.
The six Offerings stood in two rows.
These Super Douluos and Peak Douluos, usually so lofty and untouchable, now wore increasingly grim expressions.
Golden Crocodile Douluo stood at the front and slammed his Golden Crocodile King Cane, the symbol of his status, against the diamond floor.
Thud!
"What exactly is that madwoman Bibi Dong trying to do?!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo's hair and beard bristled, his chest heaving as his furious roar reverberated through the hall.
"She had a perfectly good sanctuary for Soul Masters, but she just had to go and establish some secular empire."
"Has she lost her mind?!"
"Spirit Hall's transcendent status, built over thousands of years, rests entirely on neutrality."
"We awaken martial souls for commoners, we keep the two great empires in check, and in the eyes of the continent's people, we are the gods' representatives in the mortal world!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo swept out his hand, pointing straight toward Pope Palace, the fury in his eyes fierce enough to burn through that magnificent building.
"How many resources has Pope Palace mobilized lately for her so-called imperial ambitions?"
"The Soul Hunting Operation, wiping out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan—she's provoked the wrath of heaven and earth!"
"Yes, we showed our might, but how many elite Soul Masters did we lose?"
"Even the hunt for a hundred-thousand-year soul beast in Star Dou Great Forest cost Spirit Hall some of our finest!"
"Now the entire continent sees Spirit Hall as a thorn in its side. The two great empires have massed troops on the borders and guard against us at every turn. Our vassal states fear for their survival, and the remnants of the Upper Three Sects hate