Tai Tan swallowed hard.
The Pope's bearing was indeed extraordinary.
Tai Tan's expression remained unchanged. "This is an order issued by the Sect Master. We must carry it out."
Qian Xunji had to admit that this old fellow Tai Tan really was a good dog.
"Clan Leader Tai Tan, since you want to compete, what will you do if you lose?"
"Have you not considered the consequences? This is Spirit Hall, not some other place!"
Jiang Qingyu and the others approached.
When Tai Tan, Bai He, and Niu Gao looked over, their pupils contracted slightly. So beautiful—truly beautiful.
Elegant and ethereal, she was like a celestial maiden descending from the nine heavens, untouched by the mortal world.
It was the first time the three had seen Jiang Qingyu. Before this, they had heard plenty of rumors that her beauty rivaled that of a goddess, as though she had descended from heaven to undergo trials.
Now that they saw her, the rumors had not been exaggerated.
"Watch your eyes!"
Guang Ling Douluo barked.
How dare they stare so brazenly at his Qingyu? They truly had a death wish.
"My apologies, Holy Son. We were disrespectful."
The three hurriedly apologized.
It truly was not their fault. Anyone else would have reacted the same way.
Jiang Qingyu said, "I do not blame you. But to business—what will you do if you lose to Yang Wudi? You should know that Yang Wudi's Soul-Breaking Spear is not weak. Besides, Tang Chen's order is not worth this. Just go back and make up an excuse to brush it off."
"Thank you for the reminder, Holy Son, but we must complete the mission." Tai Tan remained firm in his stance.
"Fine. Since you have made up your minds, follow me to the Soul Arena!"
They truly were