The Pope's Palace had fallen silent countless times.
But none of those silences could compare to the dead stillness in Bibi Dong's mind at this moment.
Every clue connected at the same instant.
Qian Renxue's mysterious master who had appeared out of nowhere. The existence in Suotuo City that had made Ghost Leopard and Demon Bear Douluo, two rank ninety-five powerhouses, vanish from the face of the earth.
The person Qian Daoliu had personally stepped forward to vouch for, and the young Titled Douluo now sitting before her, who had sent Yue Guan and Gui Mei flying hundreds of meters away with a snap of his fingers.
They were the same person.
Bibi Dong abruptly turned her head and stared fixedly at Yang Xing.
Shock, fury, calculation, wariness, and the absurd feeling of having been played all surged in those deep violet eyes.
She spoke, enunciating every word.
"So it was you."
After speaking, Bibi Dong laughed, though there was not a trace of warmth in her smile.
"No wonder. No wonder."
She took a step forward. The Pope's bearing shattered completely at that moment, and all restraint vanished from her tone.
"I was wondering how one Titled Douluo after another with a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring had suddenly appeared."
Her fingers clenched tightly, her knuckles cracking.
"So you are my dear little sister's master."
Yang Xing still spoke with a faint smile.
"So, shall we sit down and talk?"
The two exchanged a glance.
Bibi Dong gave a cold laugh. "Of course."
With a sweep of her sleeve, the hem of her robes stirred up a fierce gust as she sat directly down on the stone stool opposite Yang Xing.
Yang Xing glanced at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo beside Bibi Dong.
"The two people beside you are rather unpleasant