"Spirit Hall has researched this, but never made much progress. Yet the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect has actually come up with something new. They've even made shields that can withstand a Soul Saint's strike, and Ray Guns with the power of a Soul King's attack? If they equipped all their foot soldiers with these... wouldn't my three-thousand-strong Soul Master legion be walking straight into a slaughter?"
She turned to the Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo, her voice cold enough to freeze a man solid:
"Go. Send every one of Spirit Hall's informants to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Keep a close eye on that Soul Guidance Device Research Institute, and on Ning Xiaochun as well. Find out everything about him, from the day he was born until now—even every blade of grass he's ever eaten."
"Yes." Yue Guan hurriedly answered.
"Also, send more people to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect. I want to see whether they've been hiding anything over these past six years, too."
Bibi Dong paused, a glint of ruthlessness flashing in her eyes. "Postpone the original plan. No one is to make a move until we've learned the truth about the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. If anyone dares to act without permission—" The blood dripping from her fingertips fell faster. "I'll skin him alive and offer him as a sacrifice to the Rakshasa God."
"Yes," Gui Mei replied. He and Yue Guan bowed and withdrew together.
Once more, Bibi Dong was alone in the Pope Palace. She looked up at the sacred angel in the mural and suddenly gave a low laugh, her voice laced with bone-deep spite.
"Ning Fengzhi, you've certainly kept your cards close to your chest. In six years, you've raised a monster with Twin Martial Souls and helped Sword Chen Xin