Retreat?
With that one sentence from Bibi Dong, everyone knew the truly thrilling battle was about to begin.
Yet at this moment, none of the spectators had any interest in watching the excitement.
The Soul Master Tournament had nearly gotten them caught in the crossfire and killed. Now that both the Heavenly Emperor Douluo and Qian Daoliu had appeared, Spirit City might well be destroyed!
Whoosh!
In just a few breaths, nearly all the spectators had already fled. The flying-type soul masters in particular activated their martial souls and flew outside, terrified of being caught in the crossfire.
Seeing Spirit Hall's aggressive stance, the Twelve Superior Vessels immediately moved to stand behind Lin Ya.
Dugu Bo did not waste any words. With a chop of his hand, he knocked those Soul Elders and Soul Kings unconscious, then packed them into the Devouring Pouch and kept it close to his body.
"Take a nap, little ones. The battle ahead isn't something you can take part in."
Only after seeing that most of the troublesome people had left did Bibi Dong say calmly, "Since this tournament has already concluded in victory, Elder Qian Daoliu, seize these people for me!"
Hearing Bibi Dong's words, Qian Daoliu merely gave her an indifferent glance. "Bibi Dong, are you ordering me?"
Qian Daoliu showed Bibi Dong no respect at all.
"If you weren't Xiaoxue's mother, do you think you'd still be standing here giving orders?"
Qian Daoliu had not forgotten that Bibi Dong had, in fact, killed his son!
He was considering the bigger picture, not suffering from senility!
"You!" Bibi Dong glanced at Qian Daoliu with contempt. "An old man who can never break through Rank 99 in his lifetime—what right do you have to raise your voice at me? Forget it! Demon Bear! Spirit