You're No Longer the Pope

Golden Crocodile Douluo's beard trembled slightly. His eyes were bloodshot, and he panted like a bull.

He knew Bibi Dong was telling the truth. Ghost Leopard and Magic Bear were indeed not her direct subordinates, but men Qian Daoliu had assigned to her from the Elder Hall.

That meant this ransom was effectively paying for the Worship Hall's own decision, and the Worship Hall simply had no spare resources to fill this hole now.

Qian Daoliu was even less likely to act personally.

He had presided over Spirit Hall for decades. Unless the sky itself fell, he would not even step out of the Elder Hall's doors.

Because all the consecrates knew that Qian Daoliu had to guard the Angel God Trial. That was far more important than the so-called Soul Hunting Plan.

The other consecrates might run rampant outside, but if they went to Canghai City, their fate would likely be no different from those two pieces of trash.

One dead and one captured—how much advantage could Golden Crocodile gain by going himself?

Canghai City was unfathomable. Dantai Canglan alone was enough to give them a headache, not to mention that young man who had slain eight hundred with a single sword.

If he went, he might truly end up sharing a cell with Ghost Leopard. The ransom would go from one person to two, and Spirit Hall would lose all its face.

Although Zhou Qiubai was only a Soul Emperor on the surface, his actual combat strength had likely reached the level of a level 95 Title Douluo.

Qian Renxue had likely considered this as well, but her coup today had not been for the position of Pope.

She wanted Bibi Dong to understand who truly called the shots in Spirit Hall.

"Your Holiness need not concern yourself