"Brother Ning Liu!"
A clear and melodious call rang out in the hall like a silver bell.
Ning Rongrong completely ignored the tense and solemn atmosphere inside the hall, as well as the terrifyingly powerful figures.
Like a cheerful little bird, she lifted the hem of her skirt, walked straight through the crowd, and ran to Ning Liu's side.
"I'm back! Look, look!"
She approached Ning Liu like a treasure, tilting her delicate face slightly upwards.
On her brow, a faint, mysterious mark composed of nine colors appeared and disappeared, and a holy and pure aura emanated from her, making her look even more divine.
"I've finished my third test!"
Ning Rongrong's tone was filled with pride and joy.
"His Holiness the Pope took me to a battlefield ruin. Because so many people died there, the place was filled with resentment and barren."
"However, I was quite adept this time. I used the Nine-Colored Divine Light to purify all the vengeful spirits there, and now grass has sprouted again!"
Looking at her adorable expression, which seemed to be seeking praise, Ning Liu's tense nerves couldn't help but relax a little.
He reached out and habitually ruffled her hair, smiling gently:
"Rongrong is really amazing, thank you for your hard work."
"It's not hard at all!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes crinkled into crescent moons with delight at the praise. She affectionately tugged at Ning Liu's sleeve, curiously observing everyone in the hall.
"Brother Ning Liu, are you having a meeting? Why does the atmosphere feel so scary?"
"We're talking about serious business."
Ning Liu patted her hand reassuringly, then raised his head, his gaze passing over her and landing on Bibi Dong, who had slowly walked to the center of the hall.
"Your Holiness, how have you been?"
Ning Liu's tone returned to calm.
"You always time things so perfectly."
All eyes were focused on this most powerful woman on the continent.
Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and others had complex expressions in their eyes.
They had fought against the Spirit Hall for half their lives, but now they were sitting with the Pope to discuss matters, which felt rather strange.
Tang Chen and Tang Hao, on the other hand, had icy gazes.
Their feelings toward the Spirit Hall were far too complex.
If Ning Liu hadn't been there, Tang Hao probably would have already unleashed his Clear Sky Hammer.
Bibi Dong seemed oblivious to the hostile gazes. Her expression remained indifferent as she glanced around. When she saw Tang Chen and Tang Hao, her pupils contracted almost imperceptibly, but quickly returned to normal.
"Sect Leader Ning still enjoys joking around."
She said casually, "I just finished my business and was giving Rongrong a ride back."
"Yeah?"
Ning Liu smiled noncommittally, leaning forward slightly.
"So, those two mysterious people who rescued Prince Xuexing at the Tiandou border a few days ago..."
"I think one of them must be Your Holiness the Pope?"
These words shocked everyone present.
Ning Fengzhi and the others all looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief.
The Pope of the Spirit Hall would actually save a prince of the Heaven Dou Empire? This is simply unbelievable!
Meeting Ning Liu's probing gaze, Bibi Dong did not deny it this time.
"It's me."
She readily admitted it.
"Why?"
Ning Fengzhi couldn't help but ask.
Bibi Dong didn't look at him, but stared at Ning Liu and said coldly, "I'm not doing this to save the Heaven Dou Empire, nor for that good-for-nothing Xue Xing."
"I just want to see with my own eyes what kind of power is behind the changes that have shaken up the entire continent."
For the first time, a serious expression appeared on her face.
"I fought with some of them."
Everyone held their breath.
What would happen if a level 99 Limit Douluo clashed with a "Title Douluo" created by Tang San?
"Very strong."
Bibi Dong uttered two words that made everyone's hearts sink.
"Their soul power foundation is weak; it will be very difficult for them to advance further!"
Bibi Dong continued, seemingly recalling the battle at the time.
"However, the essence of his martial soul has not changed; in fact, it has become even stronger!"
"Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex, a top-tier beast spirit, is born with powerful destructive force and explosive power."
"When recklessly activating their soul power, a newly promoted Title Douluo can cause damage no less than a genuine Title Douluo of level ninety-two or ninety-three."
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A collective gasp filled the hall.
How could someone with a weak foundation, who is also a Title Douluo, have a combat power of level 92 or 93?
Wouldn't it be extremely troublesome to face them head-on?
Bibi Dong frowned.
"Moreover, I saved Xue Xing simply because I didn't want the Xingluo Empire to win too easily."
"If the Heavenly Dou Sect collapses so quickly, it won't be good for our Spirit Hall either."
That makes perfect sense.
A unified Star Luo Empire, controlled by Tang San, poses a significant threat to the Spirit Hall.
Maintaining the balance between the two great empires is in the best interest of the Spirit Hall.
"Thank you for the information, Your Holiness the Pope."
Ning Liu nodded, his expression unchanged. "However, I suspect Your Majesty's personal trip here wasn't just to tell us this, was it?"
Bibi Dong gave him a deep look, seemingly admiring his keen insight.
She was silent for a moment, then said something that instantly plunged the entire hall into deathly silence.
"The information you have is somewhat outdated."
"The number of titled Douluo from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan who appeared on the battlefield was not ten."
Bibi Dong looked around at the astonished faces and said, word by word.
"There are fourteen."
Fourteen!
This number, like a heavy mountain, weighed heavily on everyone's hearts.
"How could... how could there be four more?"
Yang Wudi's voice was trembling.
Bibi Dong's expression grew increasingly grim. She didn't answer Yang Wudi's question, but continued:
"Moreover, these fourteen Title Douluo are not all the trump cards that the Star Luo Empire has revealed this time."
"I saw with my own eyes that among their main legion was an army of ten thousand men."
Her voice turned icy cold.
“Every single person in that army… is a Soul Master.”
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