"Join Spirit Hall? No interest. Your Spirit Hall is disgusting from top to bottom, inside and out. Every last one of you makes me sick."
He raised a hand and pointed at Yan, who had just been helped up by his teammates in the preparation area.
"Yan, right? I hate bootlickers like you the most. Instead of being a decent person, you insist on being someone's lapdog."
"You've been chasing Hu Liena for years, haven't you? Has she ever even looked at you properly? She doesn't pursue you, doesn't reject you, doesn't take responsibility—she just keeps you dangling as a backup, and you chase her with such enthusiasm. You're a lapdog, and she's fishing for men. You two really are made for each other."
He paused, then turned to Hu Liena without the slightest mercy.
"Hu Liena, if you don't like him, just say so. It's not your fault that he chases you, but stringing him along is your problem. That's not just me saying it—that's the truth."
Then he turned back to Bibi Dong.
"If the upper beam is crooked, the lower beams will be crooked too! Let me make this clear today: even dogs would shake their heads at Spirit Hall!"
The entire hall fell deathly silent. Not even a crow cawed.
Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment. Not angry—stunned.
This little brat was courting death!
The Pope's Scepter in her hand slammed into the ground, and an overwhelming Soul Power pressure erupted in an instant, so immense it made people suffocate.
The Soul Power pressure crashed into Li Hanche!
His entire body flew backward as though an invisible giant hammer had smashed into his chest, blood spraying from his mouth!
The instant Li Hanche struck the stone pillar, he was like a bird with broken wings,