The Worship Hall.
Qian Daoliu sat in the highest chair in the hall, holding a decree issued by the Pope Palace.
He read the decree from beginning to end three times, then closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
"Bibi Dong... what exactly is this woman trying to do?"
Qian Daoliu's voice was not loud, but every pontiff in the hall heard him clearly.
Six others were seated in the Worship Hall.
Demon Subduing Douluo, Thousand Jun Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, Mighty Lion Douluo, Light Feather Douluo, and Golden Crocodile Douluo.
The Six Great Pontiffs of Spirit Hall, along with Qian Daoliu himself, were the true foundation of Spirit Hall.
Demon Subduing Douluo spoke first, his voice gruff and brimming with barely contained fury.
"Grand Pontiff, since Bibi Dong became Pope, Spirit Hall has already lost four Titled Douluo and dozens of high-ranking Soul Masters. Now she wants to gather thirty thousand elite Soul Masters and personally lead an expedition against the Frost Extreme Empire. Is she trying to destroy the very foundation of Spirit Hall?"
Thousand Jun Douluo gave a cold snort, his voice icy.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, Ghost Leopard Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo—which one of them wasn't a pillar of Spirit Hall? Now they're all dead. And instead of reflecting on her own mistakes, she's doubling down. Thirty thousand elite Soul Masters—it's easy to say. If those thirty thousand fall in the Frost Extreme Empire, Spirit Hall won't recover for ten years."
Azure Luan Douluo said nothing, only shook his head, his expression weary and helpless.
Mighty Lion Douluo said nothing either. He leaned back in his chair with his eyes closed, but his brows stayed furrowed, a deep crease between them.
Qian Daoliu opened his eyes, a trace of coldness flashing through their golden depths.