Extreme Cold Town.
The night was deep, and wind and snow howled.
This small village, once located on the edge of the Far North, had now gathered the most powerful figures on the entire continent.
Spirit Hall's Pope, Bibi Dong, stood before the inn's window.
The fierce wind swept snowflakes against the window lattice.
The fire in the room burned brightly.
Yet Bibi Dong still felt a chill piercing straight to her bones.
The luxurious robe she wore seemed utterly useless against the frigid winds of the Far North.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, stood respectfully behind her.
He did not even dare breathe too loudly.
Ghost Douluo, Ghost, lurked in the shadows of a corner, radiating unease.
Bibi Dong gazed at the boundless snow outside, her expression complicated.
"Your Holiness."
Chrysanthemum Douluo finally could not help speaking.
"Are we truly going to kneel and pay homage to that Xue Tianyu tomorrow?"
"Spirit Hall has ruled the continent's soul master world for so many years. When have we ever suffered such humiliation?"
Bibi Dong turned around.
Her razor-sharp gaze swept over Yue Guan like a blade.
"Not kneel?"
"Do you want Spirit Hall to end up like the Clear Sky Sect?"
"What kind of person was Tang Chen?"
"He was a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo, famed alongside Qian Daoliu."
"And yet Xue Tianyu still crushed him to death as easily as killing a chicken."
"Do you think the three of us could withstand even one of his fingers?"
Yue Guan's face turned deathly pale, and he immediately lowered his head in fright.
"I wouldn't dare!"
"I only feel that, given Your Holiness's noble status, you should not have to suffer such indignity."
Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh.
"Noble?"
"Before absolute power, nobility is nothing but a joke."
"I, Bibi