After being taught such a lesson by Guangling Douluo, Xie Yue naturally ended up badly. At that moment, he and his younger sister Hu Liena had both completely passed out.
Yan was trembling even more. Though he was proud and convinced that his talent was extraordinary, even a brute understood the gap in strength.
Yan naturally did not know Guangling Douluo's identity. However, seeing Guangling Douluo casually knock Xie Yue unconscious, appear without a sound, and even call out Gui Mei and Yue Guan by name, it was obvious that he was at least an elder-level figure, perhaps even someone above the elders.
How could Yan possibly dare feel the slightest dissatisfaction toward such an expert? Forget dissatisfaction—he was terrified now, truly terrified that Guangling Douluo would slap him away and leave him in the same state as Xie Yue. In the end, he could only leave dejectedly, carrying Xie Yue in one hand and Hu Liena over his shoulder, heading for Pope Palace to ask the great Pope to intervene.
As for whether he could see Bibi Dong, Yan thought he should be able to.
Though he was puzzled that the Pope had not appeared today, the Pope stood high above all others and had countless matters to deal with every day. It was perfectly normal for her not to pay attention to such a minor competition.
As for there being some other reason, Yan found that especially unlikely. Could someone really injure the great Pope within Spirit City, the very headquarters of Spirit Hall?
Heh... how could that be possible? Yan simply did not believe it.
As Yan departed and Chrysanthemum Douluo announced the result of the match, the news immediately spread wildly throughout Spirit City.
The defeat of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation directly caused quite a stir