Human lives were worth no more than weeds.
Even the lofty Soul Masters were no exception.
Only overwhelming strength can let me control my own destiny and stand fearless before any schemes.
Qin Xiao thought to himself that raising his cultivation could not wait.
Then he withdrew his gaze and rose into the air, heading straight for the Pope Palace.
Meanwhile.
A heavy atmosphere hung over the Pope Palace.
Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong, Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Golden Crocodile Douluo, Azure Luan Douluo, and a host of other powerhouses had gathered there.
"Has there been any news of Qin Xiao?"
Qian Daoliu asked in a grave voice.
Bibi Dong said nothing.
From a lower seat, Chrysanthemum Douluo replied respectfully, "Great Enshrined, we have received no news of Qin Xiao yet. But since he was strong enough to slay that powerful Demon Monarch, he should be safe. Some unexpected incident must have delayed his return."
Yet his words had barely fallen.
The doors of the Pope Palace swung open, and Qin Xiao walked in dressed in purple, looking utterly unruffled.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh.
One gaze after another landed on him, countless thoughts racing through the minds of everyone in the hall.
But the two highest-ranking figures in Spirit Hall had yet to speak. Even with ten thousand questions in their hearts, the others dared not voice them lightly.
"I know you all have plenty of questions. Ask whatever you like.
"I'll answer everything I know and hold nothing back."
With Qin Xiao's keen mind, he saw through their thoughts at once.
"All right, I'll ask first." Qian Daoliu had been holding back for quite some time, too. He asked bluntly, "Is Demon Lord Alba dead for good?"
Qin Xiao replied calmly, "His body and soul have both been destroyed."
"Wonderful!"