Hahaha, Bibi Dong is truly a woman of no consequence, utterly useless!

As soon as Ghost spoke, the expression on Yue Guan's face turned unsightly.

Their soul fusion skill was his pride and his greatest reliance; he never expected it to be broken today, so it was no wonder he was in a foul mood.

The hall erupted into another round of discussion due to Ghost's words, with many expressing disbelief that the two elders' soul fusion skill had actually been defeated.

High upon the dais, Bibi Dong watched the chaotic scene below, her heart as calm as stagnant water.

She had not yet decided whether to disclose the matter of the demons, and as for Hsi Wu, although it seemed his relationship with Shendu was currently indifferent, she could not be certain if there was a deeper connection between them.

She still knew far too little about the demons.

After the people below finished their discussion, they clamored for the Pope to send troops to pursue and exterminate the intruder.

Bibi Dong found it laughable; the opponent had long since flown off to parts unknown, and without even knowing where they were, how could they fight?

Besides, even if they found them, could they even catch up?

A bunch of noisy fools!

She rose calmly and looked down, and the scene instantly fell silent.

"This matter ends here. Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo have performed meritorious service in guarding Spirit Hall; record a merit for each."

Leaving those words behind, she walked away to the side, leaving the crowd behind in a daze.

"What is wrong with the Pope?"

"Why not pursue them? Why did the Pope issue such an order?"

The various bishops expressed their confusion one after another, and even the elders wore puzzled expressions.

The Pope seemed a bit off today!

Furthermore, they all wanted to ask: when the hundred-thousand-year soul beast attacked Spirit Hall earlier, where had Her Majesty the Pope gone? Why had she not come out to resist?

"Old Ghost, something seems wrong," Yue Guan said to Ghost, frowning.

"Regardless of what has happened, we remain loyal to Her Majesty the Pope." Hidden within his ghostly shadow, Ghost remained expressionless.

As the most prosperous place on the continent, Spirit City naturally gathered many people, and without exception, they had all witnessed the earth-shattering scene of the hundred-thousand-year soul beast attacking Spirit Hall, which left them in awe.

"A soul beast actually attacked Spirit Hall? I must report this to the Sect Master immediately."

The fruit vendor on the street quickly covered his feet with a cloth, a flash of purple light erupted, and a peculiar fluctuation rippled out through the air.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Ning Fengzhi looked at the message on the table; the black and white text reported that Spirit Hall had been attacked by a hundred-thousand-year soul beast, and the soul beast had departed unscathed.

He frowned slightly, his hands resting on the table, gripping the letter tightly.

Was such a thing truly possible? He couldn't help but ask himself. If others saw this news, they might mock Spirit Hall for being the number one power on the continent yet being so humiliated by a soul beast.

But as the Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi's intellect was far from that of an ordinary person. His first thought upon seeing this news was whether his scout had made a mistake.

If he weren't so confident in his own scouts, he might have already ordered them to investigate again.

"Fengzhi, perhaps there is some other reason."

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, standing beside him, naturally thought of this as well and looked at him with a frown.

"Pah, when have our scouts ever made a mistake? I think Spirit Hall has become timid ever since that woman ascended to the position of Pope. Now, even a hundred-thousand-year soul beast can bully them at will; it's a joke," Bone Douluo Gu Rong said disdainfully.

He didn't possess Ning Fengzhi's clever mind, and he loved to argue with Sword Douluo; if Sword Douluo said there was a problem, he would insist there wasn't.

Chen Xin gave him a cold look and lectured, "Old Bone, have you lost your mind? Even if the Spirit Hall elders don't step in, they are not simple existences. Would they fear a single hundred-thousand-year soul beast?"

"What did you say, you sword-wielder?" Gu Rong glared at him angrily.

"My surname is Chen," Chen Xin retorted without yielding an inch.

The two immediately began to bicker.

Hearing the arguing in the room, Ning Fengzhi sighed helplessly. Although his two Title Douluos were powerful and provided a great sense of security, they simply couldn't break the habit of bickering.

Yet, they were his elders—people he usually addressed as Uncle Gu and Uncle Sword—so he couldn't say much, which left him feeling quite helpless.

Even his mischievous little daughter had been spoiled rotten by them.

Speaking of Rongrong, he recalled that she had recently been planning to run away from home. It seemed she had a plan to go to some academy; he would let her go when the time came.

It would be good for her to go out and see the world.

A canary could not stay in a cage forever; it had to endure some hardships.

He read the letter carefully once more, then ordered, "Forbid anyone in the sect from discussing this matter. Anyone."

Such an order left Chen Xin and Gu Rong puzzled, and they asked, "Fengzhi?"

Ning Fengzhi rested his chin on his hand with a serious expression and explained, "Uncle Sword, Uncle Gu, I know you think I'm making a mountain out of a molehill, but I have a feeling that something is about to happen. My heart is very uneasy!"

Hearing Fengzhi's concern, their expressions turned solemn.

In their time with him, they had witnessed Ning Fengzhi's premonitions many times, and they could be said to be extremely accurate. Now that this feeling had appeared again, could something major really be about to happen?

"Fengzhi, then we...?"

"Let us wait quietly for now. I hope this is just the calm before the storm."

The three of them fell silent, and the room grew quiet.

Unlike the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, other factions reacted with schadenfreude upon learning that a hundred-thousand-year soul beast had attacked Spirit Hall.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect possessed the continent's strongest beast spirit—the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon.

In the meeting hall at this moment, Sect Master Yu Yuanzhen was laughing up at the sky: "Hahaha, hahahaha!"

"That woman from Spirit Hall actually let a mere hundred-thousand-year soul beast escape; she truly is just a woman, unfit for any great task!" After his laughter subsided, he said with disdain.

The expressions of the crowd below varied; some were gloating, while others felt puzzled.

A middle-aged man stepped forward and said to Yu Yuanzhen above with concern: "Big Brother, could it be that the hundred-thousand-year soul beast was simply too strong?"

The man was none other than Yu Yuanzhen's younger brother, Yu Luomian.

However, Yu Yuanzhen did not take his concern to heart, waving his hand dismissively.

How strong could a mere hundred-thousand-year soul beast be? It might be formidable to others, but to a level 95 Titled Douluo possessing the strongest beast spirit, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, it was nothing.

It seems it has been too long since I last made a move, and the people in the family have forgotten just how strong a Titled Douluo is, he thought with displeasure.

"Son, you must focus on your cultivation. Once you reach level 90, I will personally capture a hundred-thousand-year soul beast for you," he said to his son with grand ambition.

"Yes! This son will certainly strive to cultivate and not fail Father's expectations!" the man below replied, cupping his hands in celebration.

He failed to notice that Yu Luomian, standing to the side, had inadvertently cast a cold, sinister glance at him, his hands clenched tight.