The moment those words fell, the air inside the pavilion turned heavy and still.
Hu Liena's mind completely crashed.
"Your Excellency Yang Xing, what did you say?"
Her mouth hung open as her gaze bounced twice between Yang Xing and Bibi Dong. Her voice squeezed out of her throat, noticeably off-key.
Bibi Dong reacted even faster than Hu Liena. Her cold, beautiful face instantly seemed to frost over.
She moved as fast as if someone had stepped on her tail.
She shot straight into the sky. Nine Soul Rings exploded into brilliance beneath her feet—yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red. The nine lights bloomed in an interwoven display, and the aura released by that blood-red ninth Soul Ring made the entire manor's temperature plummet by several degrees. Soul Power condensed into tangible killing intent and crashed down upon Yang Xing.
"Are you making a joke out of me, the Pope?"
Bibi Dong's voice was forced out from her chest, every word like a poison-dipped needle.
"Do you know who you're speaking to? You want the Pope of Spirit Hall to acknowledge you as her master? Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!"
She stepped forward, the hem of her papal robes whipping wildly under the force of her own Soul Power, occasionally outlining her alluring curves.
"The fact that I haven't attacked you outright and have even brought things to trade is already giving you immense face."
Naked killing intent churned in her deep purple eyes, while her lips tightened into a thin line.
"Don't push your luck."
Yang Xing remained seated on the stone bench, still holding his teacup, his posture unchanged.
Bibi Dong's Rank 98 Soul Power pressure bore down like the sky itself. The tea set on the stone table buzzed violently, fine cracks spread across the stone