"Qi Dao, you're courting death!"
Bibi Dong shouted fiercely, a terrifying light blazing in her eyes as powerful soul power fluctuations swept outward from her.
The surroundings suddenly grew colder, and purple-black light erupted from her body, blotting out the sky.
In an instant, everyone of low cultivation near Bibi Dong felt dizzy.
An enormous phantom demon spider appeared behind her and let out a strange, piercing screech.
At the same time, soul rings rose one after another from beneath her feet.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red!
The instant the red soul ring appeared, terrifying pressure bore down in every direction.
"This pressure..."
"As expected of Her Holiness the Pope!"
"Qi Dao is probably in danger now. He may have killed Yu Yuanzhen, but he probably still falls short before Her Holiness!"
The Titled Douluo elders, both in the open and in hiding, felt the pressure radiating from Bibi Dong and were secretly alarmed.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo stood among them.
"Old Ghost, why is that brat Qi Dao so impatient?"
"With his talent, another eight or ten years of cultivation might have made him a match for Her Holiness. Why rush here so recklessly to fight her to the death?"
There was a trace of worry in Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice.
Qi Dao had once consumed the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum and accepted the illustrated compendium of immortal herbs he had given him, so he considered Qi Dao something of a half-disciple.
Beside him, Ghost Douluo shook his head. "Even if he truly ends up in danger, the Great Enshrined probably won't stand idly by."
"Besides, if this brat dared come to Spirit Hall to fight Her Holiness to the death, he might still have a trump card."
After Ghost Douluo finished, Chrysanthemum Douluo nodded