What was that supposed to mean?
I, Bibi Dong, the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, have a problem with my character?
Bibi Dong felt a little annoyed after hearing Lin Xiao's words.
As the Pope of Spirit Hall, the strongest force on the Douluo Continent, she rarely encountered anyone who dared question her like that.
At least.
Few people dared question her to her face.
"Hmph, then let's wait and see. As long as there's nothing wrong with your jars, I'll definitely get a treasure."
Bibi Dong gave an exceptionally aloof snort.
"Are you sure?" Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow.
"Absolutely!"
Bibi Dong nodded firmly. "You have my word."
Lin Xiao gestured for her to proceed.
Bibi Dong returned her gaze to the jars. With a flick of her delicate hand, she smashed another jar with a crack.
Magic Juice.
Crack.
Sky Tree Fruit.
Crack.
Rusty Samurai Sword.
"..."
Before long, only one jar remained in front of Bibi Dong.
"The last one. Give me a chance for a last-second knockout."
When in Rome, do as the Romans do. Bibi Dong heard Spirit Hall's many elders, Hu Liena, and the others chatter about opening jars all day, so she knew the jargon inside out.
She wasn't asking for much. She only wanted to prove her character.
"Don't panic."
"Because it won't help."
Seeing what was on Bibi Dong's mind, Lin Xiao spoke bluntly.
Just wait and see, Bibi Dong told herself, then abruptly smashed the last jar.
She had even closed her eyes as she struck.
Crack.
The jar shattered.
Only then did Bibi Dong furtively open one eye.
What she saw left her utterly stunned.
With a clatter.
The Lucky Magic Hammer fell onto the counter.
Yet Bibi Dong didn't notice at all.
The sight before her was simply