"Su Chen, your teacher has no other choice either. Don't hate me!" Light blossomed around Bibi Dong as she floated toward Su Chen.
"Teacher, don't!" Hu Liena did not know where she found the courage, but she rushed toward the battlefield, hoping to stop Bibi Dong.
"Nana!"
"Seventh Sister!"
"Holy Maiden!"
Off to the side, Zhang Ping, Xie Yue, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and the others cried out urgently.
Chrysanthemum Douluo moved, channeling his soul power. Almost as though he had teleported, he intercepted Hu Liena just in time.
"Elder Ju, let go of me! I have to stop them!" Hu Liena clenched her fists, her gaze resolute.
"Holy Maiden, haven't you understood what they said? A god has played them both. Whether it's His Holiness the Pope or the Holy Son, both of them must become the Pope of Spirit Hall," Chrysanthemum Douluo said heavily.
"A god?"
Hu Liena's delicate brows knitted as she watched Bibi Dong advance toward Su Chen, step by step. She hated herself, hated that she was not strong enough to stop the battle before her.
"Holy Son... ah!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo looked at the pale-faced Su Chen and sighed softly. In his eyes, with Bibi Dong still possessing considerable fighting strength, Su Chen was certain to lose this battle.
"Brother!"
"Girl, don't be rash!"
Off to the side, Zhang Ping also charged forward impulsively, wanting to live or die alongside Su Chen. Fortunately, Bull Demon reached out in time and caught her hand.
"Su Chen, do you have any last words?" Bibi Dong stopped before him and asked.
"Teacher, that attack just now was indeed my strongest attack. But how much do you know about the Dragon God?" An enigmatic smile curved Su Chen's lips.
"The Dragon God?" Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed slightly.
"Yes. Not only