I Disagree

"Grand Pontiff," Bibi Dong said, her voice finally edged with restraint.

After all, she still lacked the strength to deal with Qian Daoliu.

Especially when she could not use her full power.

Sometimes Bibi Dong wondered if the Rakshasa God Trial was sick in the head. Why seal away part of her strength before she inherited Godhood?

Otherwise, how could she have ended up so powerless, with the Worship Hall holding her by the throat at every turn?

"I admit I misjudged the battle at Canghai City. But Spirit Hall has never had a precedent for removing a Pope over a single tactical defeat. Over the years, I have built Spirit Hall from a religious institution tucked away in one corner into a colossus capable of shaping the entire continent. The Seven Great Sects look to us for their next breath, the two empires fear us, and even the Spirit Beasts in Star Dou Forest tremble at the name of Spirit Hall. One defeat cannot erase those achievements. You cannot turn your backs on me over one mistake."

"Who said anything about removing you?" Qian Renxue replied with a sneer. "I only said you were no longer fit to sit in that seat. You can remain an elder, carry on as the Rakshasa God's successor, and pursue your grand plan of revenge. But from today onward, you will no longer have the final say over Spirit Hall's armies."

Bibi Dong gripped the armrest, her face tight with resentment.

Give up her authority?

In their dreams.

Did they know how hard she had worked to climb into this position? If she handed it over just because they said so, where would that leave her pride?

Besides, every plan she had now revolved around a single thing.

The position of Pope.

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