Yu Xiaogang ignored all the teasing and abuse aimed at Bibi Dong.
He struggled to sit up, his old face leaning close to the camera, his expression savage and terrifying.
"Those of you from the [Harmony] Clan, listen up! I, Yu Xiaogang, officially declare war on you!!
I will destroy you at any cost!! I'll make you taste the same pain I have!!"
The entire bullet screen froze for half a minute.
Then an overwhelming wave of laughter followed.
[Hahaha, I'm dying, is this guy some kind of clown? With his level 29 Soul Power, even a dog could bite him to death, and he's declaring war on a clan?]
[Hey~ that's not necessarily true! What if Bibi Dong, for the sake of her old man, drags Spirit Hall straight into a fight with the clan?]
[Holy shit, do they have that kind of guts? Did they forget that terrifying attack that wiped out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan?]
[Then I'd better hurry up and run. I'm in Spirit City. It'd be bad if I got caught up in it.]
[Good point. I should pack up and run too. Spirit City isn't safe.]
[You guys run, I'll run too. Even if nothing happens this time, the Pope will get into some other mess sooner or later.]
[Bibi Dong! Spirit Hall isn't your private force! Just you wait!]
[Xiaogang, you blinked, didn't you? This woman is forcing you! I'm going to save you right now!]
And so Yu Xiaogang had shouted out the last of the breath in his chest.
His whole body became even more listless. Bibi Dong hurriedly shut off the livestream and channeled Soul Power into him.
Just then, a servant walked in carrying a bowl of qi-restoring medicinal soup brewed from heavenly treasures.
"Your Holiness,