Faced with Bibi Dong's undisguised mockery, Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression remained utterly unruffled. He did not even lift his eyelids, merely sweeping his golden eyes over her.
That seemingly casual glance carried the pressure of a Level 98 Titled Douluo at the pinnacle, making even the air in the great hall seem to congeal.
"In half a month, your Papal Hall may send ten people."
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Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was hoarse and low, his tone brooking no argument, as though he were announcing an established fact rather than discussing it with Bibi Dong.
At those words, Bibi Dong's relatively calm expression darkened instantly, and a surge of fury shot up from the depths of her heart.
She abruptly raised her hand and slammed the scepter symbolizing the Pope's supreme authority against the floor. A dull thud rang out, making the entire hall tremble slightly.
"What? Does the Second Worship think he has the right to command me now?"
Bibi Dong's tone was chilling to the bone, and a fierce gleam flashed through her exquisite eyes.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's lofty attitude instantly stirred the hatred buried deepest in her heart, reminding her of the man who had ruined her life.
Bone-chilling killing intent erupted from her without restraint, and the temperature throughout the hall seemed to drop several degrees.
Seeing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo finally met Bibi Dong's gaze directly. Looking at the undisguised killing intent in her eyes, the old monster who had lived for over a century sighed softly. His tone eased somewhat, but his stance remained unyielding.
"This is not my personal decision. It is a resolution reached by the entire Worship Hall. Whether you agree today or not, in half a month, those ten children from our Worship Hall's Angel Training Camp will pay the Purple