Meanwhile, in the Worship Hall.
The sacred, pure aura of angels instinctively made Bibi Dong feel a wave of physical nausea.
Suppressing the disgust in her heart, she strode into the hall and immediately spoke in an imperious tone.
"Qian Daoliu, and you old fossils. After tomorrow's finals are over, I will make a move against the Tang Sect. When the time comes, this Pope does not wish to see any of you stirring up trouble!"
After a pause, Bibi Dong slammed her scepter down and continued coldly, "Of course, if the battle outside becomes too intense and affects the angel statue you guard so desperately, then you may use your Soul Power to defend it. This Pope naturally will not say anything. But if you dare use that as an excuse to ruin this Pope's plans again and again... I trust you old friends all know very well what methods this Pope is capable of!"
Having said that, the aura of a level 98 Super Douluo erupted from Bibi Dong, giving them a more than sufficient show of force.
Yet, in the face of Bibi Dong's blatant, face-tearing warning, the expected sight of Qian Daoliu and the others flying into a rage never appeared.
The old worshippers seated high above merely remained where they were, their expressions cold as they stared directly at Bibi Dong without saying a word. There was even a hint of mocking amusement in their eyes, as though they were watching a show.
Just as Bibi Dong was growing confused by the strange silence, Qian Renxue's tall figure slowly emerged from the shadows of the hall.
A meaningful smile curled across her lips.
"My foolish sister, you can rest assured. Grandfather and the other worshipper grandfathers cannot be bothered to interfere with your little messes."