Behind Spirit Hall.
A towering angel statue dozens of zhang high radiated holy brilliance, faint golden iridescence shimmering across its six golden wings.
The angel held a sword in both hands, kneeling on one knee, its entire body exuding an inviolable holy majesty.
Seven figures sped toward the statue!
"Impudent?"
Bibi Dong looked toward the speaker, her gaze turning cold.
"Bibi Dong, this is Spirit Hall. As the Saintess, you dared attack the Pope. Do you know your crime!?"
Following the voice to its source, she found a middle-aged man clad in golden armor, his body radiating boundless authority. His furrowed brows and glaring eyes made him seem like one passing judgment from on high.
"My crime?"
Bibi Dong stood in the air, her expression utterly calm in the face of the interrogation.
What Qian Xunji had done deserved a swift end.
The damned should be laid to rest in the earth.
What crime had she committed?
"Golden Crocodile Douluo, the Pope deserved to die. Could it be that the Hall of Elders wishes to interfere as well?"
The Hall of Elders had always prided itself on remaining above worldly matters. Unless Spirit Hall faced a crisis of life and death, they would not intervene.
Now, she had merely put an end to her obsession, and they could no longer sit still?
Then... when Qian Xunji committed his acts in the secret chamber, had these self-proclaimed lofty people, who stood by coldly, ever imagined this day would come?
Others in the Hall of Elders did not know what had happened that day.
Yet the Great Elder, seated in such a high position, had clearly known what his son had done and still had not stopped him!
If Qian Xunji's actions warranted death.
Then the Great Elder, who had stood aside