Bibi Dong bit her lower lip so hard that it nearly drew blood.
In just two years, he had reached the level of a Soul Douluo!
That kid must have obtained a god's legacy!
There was no way he could have reached this level or gained Soul Rings like those otherwise!
"...Fine." Bibi Dong drew a deep breath and forcibly withdrew the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor behind her. Her voice was cold as ice.
"Ji Ye, I will let this matter go for today. You may leave."
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo breathed a sigh of relief.
If a fight really broke out, it might even drag the Worship Hall into it.
At that, Ji Ye smiled faintly. The eight Hundred Thousand Year Soul Rings beneath his feet slowly faded away.
"Your Holiness the Pope is truly magnanimous and just. This junior will take his leave."
He turned around, ready to walk away.
But the instant he took his first step, he suddenly stopped.
Bibi Dong's heart leaped, and an ominous premonition rose within her.
Ji Ye slowly turned back. The smile had vanished from his face, replaced by a chilling coldness.
"However..."
Ji Ye's voice was quiet, yet it was like a cold blade scraping across the hearts of everyone present.
"Since Your Holiness the Pope is so magnanimous as to let this junior's matter go..."
He paused, his gaze shifting slowly until it settled on Ghost Douluo, who was sprawled on the ground.
"Then it's time for this junior to settle matters with you all."
Ghost Douluo stiffened all over. His pupils contracted sharply, and a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to his crown.
Ji Ye looked down at him, a cruel curve at the corner of his mouth.
"Ghost Douluo, when