Above the secret chamber, Bibi Dong sat in a high seat, listening as someone below reported to her.
Thunder Demon Zhong Su!
She was curious about what had happened over at the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but on the surface, she remained as calm as ever.
Her serene expression made the people below even less able to read her. Some even felt that the Pope was a little frightening.
"The Pope's pressure has grown even stronger. If the Grand Pontiff comes, will we still choose him?" Yue Guan whispered.
"I don't know!" Gui Mei beside him remained aloof.
Although Bibi Dong was very young, they knew they were no longer her match.
Even if they used their Martial Soul Fusion Skill, they would probably struggle to gain the upper hand.
"The Pope is far more talented than that Tang Hao!" Yue Guan thought with admiration.
After fleeing Suotuo City, Shrek Academy wandered around until it reached the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.
Flender had originally wanted to take the academy to Blue Tyrant Academy, but Yu Xiaogang had unexpectedly learned Ning Rongrong's identity by chance and, over everyone's objections, brought the academy to the sect. His reason was that he was worried Dai Xieyue would come and bother them.
Once she arrived, Ning Rongrong returned to her little devil ways.
Flender didn't dare restrict her too much here, much less punish her physically. Taking advantage of this, Ning Rongrong would occasionally skip class to take a break. Her days were wonderfully carefree.
The sun shone brightly that day.
Ning Rongrong played with her hair as she skipped along the road.
She'd just skipped a training class. Where should she go to find some fun?
As she walked, she suddenly noticed a few small stones that had fallen from somewhere beside the road. Among them lay a familiar-looking talisman.
"Isn't this the kind of talisman Dai Shengyang has?" she exclaimed, picking it up and examining it in her palm.
It bore the image of a mighty dragon.
"A talisman with magical power. What kind of power do you have, little thing?" Ning Rongrong excitedly rolled it around in her hand, eager to find out what it could do.
She clasped the talisman in her hand, pointed the dragon design forward, and squeezed hard.
Boom—
A massive blast of Explosive Dragon Flame shot out of the talisman, smashing the rockery ahead to pieces.
"Ah!" Ning Rongrong was so startled that she dropped the talisman and stumbled backward with her eyes closed.
After a while, she nervously opened her eyes. The flames had left behind a road of molten lava several meters wide and dozens of meters long.
"So amazing! It can shoot flames!" Ning Rongrong rubbed her hands together excitedly. Its power was almost on par with a Soul Saint.
Overjoyed, she picked up the talisman, carefully wiped it clean, and treasured it like a priceless possession.
She had to keep this thing safe.
As an auxiliary-type Soul Master, she relied heavily on other Soul Masters to protect her. Now that she had a talisman, she could fight too, and her safety had greatly improved.
Oh, right. She should give this talisman to her father. He needed it more than she did.
Remembering her dear old dad, Ning Rongrong hurried toward the meeting room.
Her father had been busy with something these past few days and was always holed up in the meeting room.
Ning Rongrong thought as she ran.
The Dragon Talisman had appeared.
Shendu learned of the news at once.
Of the twelve talismans, the Dragon Talisman was especially important to him. Although he didn't know where it was, he could sense that someone had just used a talisman.
Dai Xieyue was still outside looking for talismans. When he came back next time, Shendu would boost his strength a little. Dai Xieyue was still far too weak.
That was Shendu's plan.
Using divine power to increase someone's strength would be a great waste, but it was absolutely necessary. After all, Dai Xieyue was far more loyal than Bibi Dong.
The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's meeting room.
The familiar people were there: three men and a stone statue.
Ning Fengzhi stared fixedly at the stone man in the middle of the hall, his eyes shifting from side to side.
The Spirit Hall and the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan both had sources of knowledge about demons. The only thing he likely had that they didn't was the stone statue in front of him.
"Fengzhi, you've been staring at it for days. It's not as if someone's suddenly going to jump out of the stone, is it?" Gu Rong said with a wry smile.
Yet Ning Fengzhi wasn't affected by his words in the slightest. He stared at it as though possessed.
Valmont, what kind of person are you?
Ning Fengzhi couldn't stop thinking about it. He felt that the hope of saving humanity lay with Valmont.
Although the records left by Ning Xiaoyao's ancestor described him as a villain who had tried to resurrect demons, judging from his words, he had only been an ambitious man who coveted the demons' strength. He would most likely have sided with humanity.
And since he had tried to obtain the demons' power, he must have known a way to acquire it. That was something Ning Fengzhi desperately wanted to learn as well.
Perhaps only the demons' own power could be used to fight them.
In the quiet meeting room, three people stared at the statue as though it might come to life at any moment.
Suddenly, a woman's cheerful laughter came from outside the door.
"Dad, Dad!" Ning Rongrong came in with a lively bounce in her step. Then she took out the talisman and said proudly, "Dad, look at this!"
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