"Then, Your Holiness the Pope."
Jiang Li casually put away the Human Emperor Banner, then slowly turned his deep gaze toward Bibi Dong on the high platform.
"Shouldn't you give me a satisfactory explanation now?"
"Otherwise, what happened before the Pope Palace today won't be so easily settled."
Watching Tang Hao flee in disgrace like a stray dog, then glancing from the corner of her eye at the Worship Hall, which had remained deathly silent without the slightest movement from start to finish, Bibi Dong trembled with rage.
Those old fools who were incapable of accomplishing anything and only knew how to ruin things—no matter how much they usually opposed her, they had actually chosen to stand by and do nothing when an outside enemy was provoking Spirit Hall's authority!
With the foundation she had built from completing more than half of her divine trial, if she truly erupted without regard for the consequences, she could indeed forcibly draw upon a portion of genuine Rakshasa divine power. But if she did that, completing the Rakshasa God Trial would likely become forever out of reach.
What frightened and baffled her most was that, for some unknown reason, the Rakshasa divine intent within her had seemingly gone completely out of contact since some time ago. No matter how she called for it, she received no response whatsoever.
Forget it! A moment's impatience will ruin great plans. Let this bastard remain arrogant for a little longer!
After weighing the pros and cons, Bibi Dong ultimately chose to yield.
She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the killing intent and resentment in her eyes, and said coldly, "Jiang Li, Spirit Hall was indeed impulsive first in today's matter. What compensation does Your Excellency... desire?"
A proper √ curve rose at the corner of Jiang