Er Bidong: I Will Never Cultivate an Evil Soul Master Technique!!!

The sudden, icy words echoed through the empty Pope Hall. Bibi Dong had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to release her Martial Soul Possession, but she immediately went on guard.

Under Bibi Dong's wary, solemn gaze, a tall, cold-looking man with white hair falling to his waist sat on the Pope's throne. She had no idea when he had appeared.

Nine Soul Rings—six black and three red—glimmered beneath the man's feet. He held an enormous curved blade.

The Soul Power pressure of a level 99 Limit Douluo bore down on her. But unlike Qian Daoliu's radiant, holy Soul Power, this man's aura was the complete opposite of an Angel Martial Soul.

Dark, evil, twisted...

Every ugly word imaginable seemed to fit him.

"Who are you? How dare you trespass in Pope Hall!" Bibi Dong wanted to call for help, but the Limit Douluo's pressure left her unable to move.

She felt utterly stifled. Why did every Limit Douluo have to target her?

Qian Daoliu had done it. So had that mysterious hooded man. Now this man, who was very likely an Evil Soul Master, was doing it too!

Did she, Bibi Dong, look that easy to bully?

Bibi Dong could barely suppress her killing intent. She was tempted to use the sliver of Rakshasa Divine Power within her.

"Pope..." The man propped his chin on one hand and chuckled. "I mean no harm. I only want to discuss a deal with you..."

He paused, then offered her bait, as though afraid she would not believe him. "A deal to destroy Spirit Hall and the Angel Clan!"

Bibi Dong's eyes flickered. When the Soul Pressure on her vanished, she hesitated but did not attack at once to draw the other Consecrations and Elders over. Instead, she demanded,