As Bibi Dong spoke, she turned toward the Golden Triangle Love Affair, who had witnessed Tang San and the others' miserable state and were itching to act. She said coldly, "If you would like to try it too, I can have you all kowtow together."
"Yes, Your Holiness."
As soon as the words fell, Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo condensed their Soul Power into two enormous hands, one black and one white, and pressed them onto Xiao Wu's and Dai Mubai's heads respectively.
Under the pull of the Soul Power hands, Xiao Wu's and Dai Mubai's foreheads were raised high.
Bang!
The next instant, their foreheads slammed heavily into the ground with a sound neither loud nor soft.
"Xiao Wu!"
Tang San's eyes flew wide open. Towering rage surged through his heart, and his eyes turned so red they seemed about to bleed.
He threw his head back and howled, his heart-rending cry echoing across the sky.
But Tang San was merely a lowly Soul King.
Under the overwhelming might of two Titled Douluos, he was as insignificant as an ant.
Even that heart-rending roar sounded pale and powerless.
"Xiao San, I'm all right."
Looking at Tang San's contorted face, Xiao Wu barely managed to squeeze out those words.
Then...
Ghost Douluo forcibly smashed Xiao Wu's forehead into the ground again, leaving it a bloody mess.
Within moments, Dai Mubai's and Xiao Wu's foreheads were streaming blood, and stars danced before their eyes.
Crack.
Just then, a faint cracking sound arose in the square outside the Papal Palace.
Although the sound was very faint, everyone present possessed such profound cultivation that there was no way they could fail to identify where it had come from.
Everyone present, including the Golden Triangle Love Affair, seemed to see several cracks slowly spreading