As he spoke, Yu Xiaogang loosened his collar, preparing to stride in smugly.
However, the newly arrived servant sneered from the side:
"What importance or not!"
"You two, drag this trash inside!"
"What?"
"Drag me inside?"
Yu Xiaogang's expression changed instantly. He frowned and retorted:
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
"I think you servants are deaf! How could Bibi Dong detain me!"
"It's an invitation inside. You illiterate fool, didn't you understand that?"
"Hurry up and clear the way. Let this Master..."
However, the guards did not care what Yu Xiaogang had to say. They had only heard the Pope's orders.
Without another word, one of the guards immediately made his move:
"By order of the Pope, take him inside!"
"Y-you're courting death!"
"Don't touch me!"
"Don't touch me!"
"You servants, I am the great theorist of the Martial Soul world! I am Yu Xiaogang!"
"I am Bibi Dong's..."
Yu Xiaogang kept shouting. How could he have imagined that these people would actually lay hands on him?
With his mere level 29 Soul Power, how could he possibly endure it?
And because he was making too much noise, one of the guards slapped him across the face, immediately swelling Yu Xiaogang's cheek.
By the time Yu Xiaogang was brought into Pope Palace, Bibi Dong had already been waiting with a dark expression for quite some time!
"Your Holiness, the man has been brought!"
Only then did the guards leave, leaving behind the servant who had initially delivered the report.
Bibi Dong stared thoughtfully at Yu Xiaogang. After only two glances, she immediately snorted in mockery:
"Yu Xiaogang, I never expected that after all this time, you would still come looking for me on your own initiative."
"Even when the guards were trying to throw you out of Spirit Hall,