"Greetings, Your Holiness." The Guard Captain, one of Bai Ranmo's Clones, gave a perfunctory salute. He showed Bibi Dong no respect at all.
Fresh from the Secret Room where she had been cultivating, Bibi Dong's face darkened. She stared coldly at the Guard Captain.
She was the Pope of Spirit Hall. Now even a mere Soul Saint serving as Guard Captain dared to treat her as if she were beneath notice!
In just five years, Spirit Hall's power structure had changed beyond recognition.
During her first few years as Pope, Bibi Dong had used ruthless methods to seize control of much of Spirit Hall's authority. People had called her the Iron-Blooded Pope.
Of course, that had only been possible because Qian Daoliu allowed it. Deep down, he felt the Qian Family had wronged Bibi Dong. As long as she left Spirit Hall's core fighting strength alone, he turned a blind eye to whatever else she did.
But things were different now. Evil Soul Masters ran rampant across the continent. The chance that Bibi Dong was working with them was small, but it was not zero.
With Bai Ranmo's prompting, Qian Daoliu had also become certain that Bibi Dong wanted to destroy Spirit Hall. Spirit Hall's destruction would not matter much—as long as the Angel God and the families who followed her remained, a new Spirit Hall would emerge within a century.
But Qian Daoliu was worried about the Evil Soul Masters across the continent. He feared Bibi Dong might deliberately let them escape and ruin Spirit Hall's reputation. So he, the Great Enshrined, had stepped in.
Bai Ranmo had pushed for that too. Let Er Bidong be a puppet Pope. Surely they weren't going to let her wield Spirit Hall's power for real?
A Limit Douluo could live for nearly