Just a tiny bit.
Boom!
An indescribably terrifying pressure erupted from Lin Ye as its center!
Under the impact of that aura, all of Pope Mountain let out an overloaded hum and shook violently!
The plaza beneath Lin Ye's feet was instantly covered in spiderweb-like cracks!
Bibi Dong bore the brunt of it. A terrifying pressure crashed head-on into her, making even her, a level ninety-eight Peak Douluo, feel intensely suffocated. Breathing became difficult.
Behind her, the massive doors of the Papal Palace creaked loudly.
Although Zhu Zhuqing, standing beside Lin Ye, was instinctively shielded by his Soul Power and did not suffer the direct impact, the mere aftershocks spilling out made her face turn pale and her legs go weak, nearly unable to remain standing.
"Ni... ninety-seven?!"
Bibi Dong's face instantly drained of color. She stared at Lin Ye, her proud violet phoenix eyes filled with utter shock and disbelief, her voice going shrill.
She had lost her composure.
Since becoming Pope, she had never lost her composure like this.
But she could not control herself!
One month!
Just one month!
An eighty-something-level Soul Douluo had gone out for a stroll and returned as a level ninety-seven Peak Douluo?!
And he called that a "tiny breakthrough"?!
That was not a breakthrough. That was ascending to the heavens in one step! That was flying straight to immortality on the spot!
Bibi Dong felt as though Lin Ye had stomped her worldview into the ground and ground it back and forth until not even scraps remained.
She had lived for so many years and considered herself exceptionally gifted, with a cultivation speed unmatched among her generation. Yet compared to the monster before her, her achievements were nothing but a joke.
Watching Bibi Dong's expression as though she had seen a ghost,