Bibi Dong

After a long while, Bibi Dong finally spoke.

Her voice was terrifyingly calm, as though she were discussing something utterly insignificant. "You said that Xie Yue, Hu Liena, and Yan joined forces, yet still lost to a single student from Heaven Dou Royal Academy?"

"Y-Yes, His Holiness the Pope." The knight's voice trembled slightly.

"That student named Cao Benqi was extraordinarily strange. His Soul Power Level was clearly lower than Yan's, yet he broke Yan's arm with a single punch.

Then, on his own, he shattered Captain Xie Yue and Hu Liena's Martial Soul Fusion Skill. His final punch even smashed the arena apart..."

"He smashed the arena with one punch?" Bibi Dong's tone finally showed a trace of fluctuation, carrying a hint of amusement.

"An arena capable of withstanding a Soul Sage-level battle was smashed apart by one participating student?"

"Y-Yes, His Holiness the Pope."

Bibi Dong fell silent.

Her fingers lightly tapped against the shaft of the Papal Scepter, producing a crisp, rhythmic sound.

The sound echoed through the great hall, and with every tap, the knight below felt his heart race a little faster.

Only after a long while did she slowly speak again, a faint smile seeming to linger in her voice.

Yet that smile was colder than ice. "Interesting. Truly interesting.

"A previously unknown student suddenly displayed strength surpassing that of a Soul King. Heaven Dou Royal Academy has hidden quite a good trump card."

She rose from her high-backed seat and slowly descended, her golden robe trailing a magnificent arc across the floor.

She walked to the center of the hall and looked up at the mural of an angel and the Six-Winged Holy Spirit on the ceiling, as though speaking to herself. "A trump card may be useful, but once it is exposed,