Ambushing Tang San with Myself as Bait (4k)

After the secret meeting at the Papal Hall ended, the information was sent to the Worship Hall through Spirit Hall's highest-level confidential channel.

Bibi Dong had originally thought she would have to wait at least several days for a response. Yet early the next morning, a tall white figure appeared outside the gates of the Papal Hall.

Qian Daoliu. Spirit Hall's Grand Worshiper, a level ninety-nine Limit Douluo, and inheritor of the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

He wore robes as white as snow, and though his hair and beard were entirely white, his complexion was as rosy as that of a middle-aged man. His aura was so restrained that he resembled a pool of still water, without the slightest trace of Soul Power fluctuations.

Yet the more it was so, the more it inspired an invisible sense of oppression. As he slowly entered the Papal Hall, even the air throughout the grand hall seemed to freeze for an instant.

Bibi Dong sat upon the Pope's throne without rising. Her gaze looked down from above and settled on Qian Daoliu. Her voice was so level that no emotion could be heard in it. "For the Grand Worshiper to come personally, this is quite rare."

Qian Daoliu stopped in the center of the hall and slightly raised his head.

The old man's gaze carried an innate majesty even without anger. Even facing the Pope, he showed not the slightest hint of concession. "This matter has alarmed the entire Worship Hall. If this old man still sat on the mountain waiting for news, I doubt I would be able to sit still."

The two highest authorities of Spirit Hall faced each other.

Bibi Dong, the ruler of the Papal Faction; Qian Daoliu, the pillar holding up the Worship Faction.

"That Evil Soul Master's