The Rakshasa God's divine sense did not answer again. After a brief silence, it merely repeated those three words once more.
Bibi Dong knew there was no point in asking further.
From the very beginning, her deal with the Rakshasa God had been mutually beneficial. She needed the Rakshasa God's divine position to gain the power to destroy this world, while the Rakshasa God needed an heir to complete its revenge against the Asura God.
It could only be said that each sought what they needed.
Destroying Canghai City required no reason in the Rakshasa God's eyes, but Bibi Dong did not need one either.
Canghai City had always been on her list of places to destroy. Whether it threatened the Soul Hunting Plan, whether it had secluded itself from the world, whether the Soul Masters there harbored ambitions—it made no difference.
As long as it existed, it was a threat.
The human heart was unfathomable. Just because they did not wish to fight today did not mean they would feel the same tomorrow. If she wanted true peace of mind, the only way was to nip every threat in the bud.
Besides, Bibi Dong wanted to destroy this continent—to make everything that had once hurt her die. Since Canghai City still stood on the Douluo Continent, it too was something she would destroy.
"Come in."
The hall doors were pushed open. Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear entered the grand hall one after the other, dropping to one knee before the Pope's throne.
As for Chrysanthemum and Ghost, those two bumbling lackeys had more important matters to attend to now.
Besides, Bibi Dong knew all too well where the limits of those two fools' combat abilities lay.
Together, they were invincible among their peers. Apart, they were nothing but roadside