Then, the figure between Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo gradually solidified.
Moonlight spilled down, and the first thing that came into view was an exquisite, magnificent pope's crown.
Next came a fitted robe woven from platinum and dark purple.
Her slightly curled purple hair cascaded over her shoulders, her skin cold and pale as jade, her features so exquisite they seemed almost unreal.
In her right hand, she lightly held a two-meter-long scepter, its tip set with a fist-sized purple crystal.
The newcomer was none other than Spirit Hall's current pope, Bibi Dong!
She was also one of the most powerful women on the entire Douluo Continent.
She had appeared out of thin air between the two Titled Douluo.
The moment Lin Ye saw Bibi Dong, disbelief filled his face.
He had long guessed that Spirit Hall might take notice of him, but he had never imagined that the ones who came would not be some elder or deacon,
but the pope herself!
Bibi Dong had come in person!
What did that mean?
It meant that his performance in the Soul Fighting Arena tonight had completely alarmed the highest ranks of Spirit Hall!
Behind him, Zhu Zhuqing had gone completely rigid, her Netherworld Spirit Cat Martial Soul trembling madly within her body.
Two Titled Douluo had already been terrifying enough.
Now, someone even more terrifying had arrived.
Zhu Zhuqing tightly gripped the corner of Lin Ye's clothes behind him, her fingers trembling uncontrollably.
After Bibi Dong came to a stop, her gaze passed over Yue Guan and Gui Mei and settled directly on Lin Ye.
Those purple eyes were calm and utterly without ripples, yet Lin Ye felt an invisible pressure crushing down on him from all directions at once.
This pressure was different from Yue Guan's and Gui Mei's.