"I, Bibi Dong, in the name of a Divine Disciple, bid the Pope to meet his death!!!"
Her indifferent voice rang out from above Spirit City like the judgment of death itself.
It was not loud, yet it thundered within everyone's hearts, deafening them.
This was Spirit Hall, the absolute ruling power of the entire continent—a force whose slightest movement could shake the whole continent.
And now, someone had descended above Spirit Hall and demanded that His Holiness the Pope die?
Who was it?
Who dared to be so arrogant!?
Everyone looked up in shock. When they saw the figure revealed as the lightning and storm dispersed, their eyes filled with utter horror.
"Saintess!?"
"How is that possible...!?"
They stared in disbelief.
Had the Saintess not already died?
Then... who was the woman in the sky, identical to the Saintess?
No one understood.
Their Saintess was clearly a Soul Saint!
Yet the person in the sky stood suspended in midair. She was at least a Titled Douluo.
It had been less than a month since they had last seen the Saintess.
There was absolutely no way anyone could rise from a Soul Saint to a Titled Douluo in such a short time.
"Bibi Dong!!!"
Amid the ruins, Qian Xunji propped himself up with his sword. The golden light around him had dimmed, and he looked utterly disheveled. The terror in his pupils was greater than that of anyone present.
Outsiders believed Bibi Dong had been killed by Yu Xiaogang.
Only Qian Xunji himself knew the truth.
That day, inside the secret chamber, Bibi Dong had vanished after being enveloped by a mysterious mass of black mist.
He had always believed Bibi Dong was dead!
Yet now, Bibi Dong had arrived from beyond the heavens, bearing an irresistible pressure.
Impossible...
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