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“You certainly are generous, Young Master Bai. You don’t even care for a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!”
Bibi Dong stared at the hundred-thousand-year soul ring that had appeared where Xiao Wu had been, then turned a conflicted gaze on Bai Mo.
What the hell had she been doing before?
That bastard Qian Daoliu must have put some kind of curse on her!
Whenever she thought about how she had mistaken Bai Mo for her son from another world and showered him with affection, Bibi Dong ground her teeth in fury.
“You’re impressed by a mere hundred-thousand-year ring? One of these days, I’ll replace your entire set with million-year rings.”
Bai Mo shrugged indifferently. It was only eighteen big bugs’ worth of energy. His scepter could absorb that much again in a couple of days.
“Heh. In that case, you can oversee the rest of the tournament. I have something to take care of.”
Bibi Dong’s feelings were complicated.
She had wanted to make another sarcastic remark or two, but then remembered that doing so might cost her those million-year soul rings.
She decided to vent her anger on Qian Daoliu instead!
With that, Bibi Dong vanished from the pontiff’s throne. Her clone below the platform disappeared as well.
Bai Mo smiled and sat on the pontiff’s throne with Qian Renxue.
The leaders of the various factions present all lowered their eyes and kept their thoughts to themselves.
Quite apart from the fact that Qian Renxue’s status entitled her to sit there, Bai Mo had caught Tang Hao’s enormous hammer with one hand. Who would dare question his right to occupy the pontiff’s throne?
“Your soul power is unrivaled, Young Master Bai. You truly are an outstanding