At the same time, inside Spirit Hall.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and Bibi Dong looked at the ruined Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan on their phones, and all of them fell silent.
"Old Ghost, if we attacked the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, do you think we could do it that cleanly?"
Hearing Yue Guan's words, Gui Mei rolled his eyes.
"You sure think highly of us. With that kind of power, why don't you see whether that one would dare take it head-on?
"Though that old dragon was only level 95, he still wasn't that easy to deal with. That beam of light that pierced the heavens didn't even leave a scrap of him behind."
Yue Guan felt a little afraid as well, and at the same time, he was somewhat grateful that the spies they had arranged had not taken the chance to cause trouble. If they really had done that, the one dead now would be him.
Then he carefully looked toward Bibi Dong on the imperial throne. As far as he knew, Her Holiness the Pope had been getting crazier and crazier lately.
What if her brain short-circuited and she sent people to stir up trouble again...
Should he take Old Ghost and run first? How much salary did he even get in a month? Why risk his life over this?
Bibi Dong sensed someone watching her and swept a cold glance over, frightening Yue Guan into hurriedly lowering his head.
"Elder Chrysanthemum, do you have something to report?"
Having been called out by name, Yue Guan braced himself and stepped forward, stammering as he spoke.
"Uh... Your Holiness, this clan's strength is so powerful... Are we still going to keep targeting them...? What if... that attack lands on our heads...? Wouldn't that be..."
After speaking,