Will My Godhood Speak?

Dongfang Yu immediately sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began absorbing the Soul Ring. The crimson Soul Ring slowly rose above his head.

The absorption of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring had begun!

Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong spoke to the black-clad man below the papal platform with suppressed anger. "What did you say? You can't find him?"

The black-clad man was already drenched in sweat. "Y-Yes, Your Holiness."

Bibi Dong rose to her feet and struck the ground with her scepter. A powerful aura burst forth from her body.

The black-clad man had no ability to resist her at all. He was instantly knocked to the ground, coughing up blood.

"Go look again. If you still can't find him... then don't bother coming back!"

The black-clad man did not dare meet Bibi Dong's eyes. He could only scramble to his feet. "Y-Yes! This subordinate... this subordinate will go at once!"

With that, he fled as fast as his legs could carry him.

After the black-clad man left, Bibi Dong withdrew her aura.

How outrageous. What was this disciple of mine trying to do?

There was no way he didn't know I was waiting for him in the Papal Hall. He was clearly avoiding me on purpose.

"Fine, fine... my good disciple, you forced my hand!" Bibi Dong said darkly, her pupils turning crimson and her expression twisting into something ferocious.

Heaven Dou Empire, Blue Tyrant Academy.

Tang San, who had been training, suddenly made a mistake and nearly got injured.

Ma Hongjun put away his hidden weapons and said nervously, "Third Brother, why were you distracted? I almost hurt you."

Tang San shook his head. "N-No, it's nothing. Let me be alone for a while."

Without waiting for Ma Hongjun to respond, he left the training grounds by himself.

Ma Hongjun