"Bibi Dong, you've gone too far!"
"Whatever resentment you harbor toward me or the Angel Clan belongs to our generation. Why must you lay it at the younger generation's feet?"
As that dazzling golden light blocked Bibi Dong's furious strike, Qian Daoliu appeared in the Pope Palace.
The commotion had been so great that it drew not only Qian Daoliu's attention, but that of the other Consecrators as well.
After Qian Daoliu appeared, several more figures swept into the hall in quick succession.
Qian Daoliu landed in front of Lin Nuo, while the other Consecrators took their positions, surrounding Bibi Dong.
Martial souls were unleashed one after another, and Soul Rings rose into view.
After all, these Consecrators had only reached their current heights thanks to the immortal herbs Lin Nuo had given them.
Not to mention that Lin Nuo's acquisition of a deity inheritance had long ceased to be a secret among them.
Following Qian Daoliu, Golden Crocodile, and Azure Luan, Mighty Lion Douluo had also reached level 99, just as he had hoped.
Level 98 was now the minimum requirement for becoming a Consecrator.
Having come this far, who wouldn't want to take another step forward?
Terrifying fluctuations of Soul Power swirled around them, as though a single disagreement would send them into battle.
"Qian Daoliu!"
"You old bastards have gone too far!"
Bibi Dong swept her gaze over them, her fury undiminished.
"I was Spirit Hall's Saintess back then, and now Nana is about to become Spirit Hall's Saintess."
"So you old fossils specifically prey on Saintesses, is that it?"
The Consecrators' current cultivation levels did indeed surprise her.
Over the years, these old men had actually advanced this far without making a sound?
But if they truly fought, she was still confident she could get away