Yang Xing blinked, his expression innocent.
"Your Holiness the Pope, these two subordinates of yours have a very strong desire to attack me."
He spread his hands.
"Even if you forcibly send them away like this, they will still be unconvinced. They are still worried about the safety of you, His Holiness the Pope. Since that is the case, why not just let them make a move once?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's expressions suddenly froze.
The two hurriedly lowered their heads, concealing the vigilance in their eyes.
Bibi Dong's brows furrowed even tighter.
She stared at Yang Xing for several seconds before getting straight to the point.
"If you think the two of them have treated you poorly, I can guarantee that they will never appear before you again."
Yet Yang Xing shook his head.
"Your Holiness the Pope, you misunderstand."
He lifted his teacup and slowly took a sip.
"My asking you to let them act will not affect our matter. It is simply that these two subordinates of yours clearly have something to rely on and believe they can take me down."
His gaze swept over Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
"Moreover, I could see it in your eyes as well. You also believe they have some means of restraining me."
Yang Xing set down his teacup, his tone relaxed. "Since that is the case, just use it directly. Once it is over, you will be able to become my disciple with greater peace of mind, won't you?"
Bibi Dong's voice caught.
"You—"
That "you" was not because Yang Xing had exposed the pride in her heart.
It was because of the latter half of his sentence: "become my disciple with greater peace of mind."
He had actually said it in front of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost