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Chapter 136 The Pope Takes Action! (Please continue reading...please urge for more updates!)
Each spear beam contained the chill that could freeze everything and the sharpness that could tear everything apart, with miniature phantoms of the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor wrapped around the spear tips!
With thousands of guns pointed at it, there was only one target—Golden Crocodile Douluo's right arm, which had been frozen and dislocated!
The sight was utterly shocking! A Soul Master could actually unleash such a terrifying Soul Skill, with such a wide range and such a frightening aura?!
This has completely overturned everyone's understanding!
"My God! This...this is the power of a Soul Master?!" "Ten thousand...ten thousand spears fired at once?! My Martial Soul is trembling!" "It's over! That old man's arm is gone!" The students and teachers below were terrified.

Ning Fengzhi and the other two's expressions changed drastically. Chen Xin even subconsciously gripped the hilt of his sword, but ultimately did not make a move. Yu Yuanzhen was so frightened that he wet his pants.

A hint of despair finally appeared in Golden Crocodile Douluo's eyes! If this blow landed squarely, he would definitely lose his arm! It might even be life-threatening!

At this critical moment!
"enough!"

A clear, noble, and undeniably authoritative voice rang out like heavenly music, instantly shattering the frozen space!

A deep purple figure appeared in front of Golden Crocodile Douluo as if by teleportation!

At the top of the scepter in her hand, the huge, dark purple gem burst forth with a profound light, and a condensed purplish-black light shield instantly unfolded, blocking the Golden Crocodile Douluo from the sky filled with cold light!

boom--! ! !
Thousands upon thousands of illusory Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Spears rained down on the purplish-black light shield, unleashing a deafening roar! Ice shards and purplish-black energy fragments flew everywhere!

The light shield fluctuated violently, and even fine cracks appeared on its surface, but it still stubbornly blocked the terrifying blow that was enough to completely shatter the Golden Crocodile Douluo's crippled arm into ice shards!
The one who made the move was none other than Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!

The Spirit Kite Douluo followed closely behind her, his fiery red eyes filled with shock and anger as he stared intently at Ling Han on the terrace, as if he wanted to devour him alive.

The death of Golden Crocodile Douluo is not a pity, but he absolutely cannot die at the hands of the Beast God Pavilion! Especially not at the hands of Ling Han! This is the bottom line for the Spirit Hall!

As the light shield dissipated, she still held the papal scepter inlaid with a huge, dark purple gemstone. Her magnificent, deep purple papal robe fluttered in the cold wind, outlining breathtaking curves.

Her flawless face carried a hint of languor, but her violet eyes were as deep as an abyss, coldly sweeping over the thousands of gun beams suspended in the air before finally settling on Ling Han, who stood holding a gun.

Bibi Dong's appearance instantly froze the already tense atmosphere to a freezing point!
Ling Han's attack was forcibly interrupted. The Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Spear trembled slightly, and he narrowed his icy blue eyes as he looked at the Pope who had suddenly intervened.

It must be admitted that Bibi Dong's appearance was indeed stunning. Time seemed to have left few traces on her; her skin was as white as snow, her features exquisite and perfect, especially her pair of purple eyes, so deep they seemed to suck away one's soul, carrying the unique allure of a mature woman and the majesty of someone who had long held a high position. But in his eyes, there was only cold scrutiny.

"Your Holiness," Ling Han's voice was devoid of emotion, eerily calm, "Are you sure you want to get involved in this matter?"
"Pavilion Master Ling, you have quite a temper." Bibi Dong's red lips parted slightly, her voice carrying a hint of lazy magnetism, but her gaze was sharp as a knife. "Golden Crocodile, your skills are inferior to others, and you are already seriously injured."

"His previous words were inappropriate. I, the Pope, apologize to you and your two ladies on his behalf." She nodded slightly, her posture seemingly humbled, but the Pope's dignity and authority remained undiminished.

Her purple eyes swept over Wang Qiu'er and Wang Dong'er, lingering for a moment on Wang Qiu'er with a hint of barely perceptible admiration, before turning back to Ling Han: "Give me face, and let this matter end here, shall we?" "Face?" Ling Han suddenly laughed, a cold and mocking smile. The Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Spear in his hand had not dissipated; its tip pointed diagonally at the ground, and the illusory image of the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor on the spear still radiated a chilling light.

His gaze met Bibi Dong's deep purple eyes without flinching, and his voice carried clearly in all directions:
"Bibi Dong, do you think you have a lot of influence?"

These words caused an immediate uproar! Silence! Utter silence!
He... he actually dared to address the Pope by his given name! And question him with such contempt?!
Lingyuan Douluo instantly flew into a rage, flames erupting around him as he was about to shout, "Insolence! You..."

"Ling Yuan!" Bibi Dong's voice suddenly turned cold, carrying an undeniable authority as she stopped Ling Yuan. The languidness on her face vanished, replaced by a chilling scrutiny, as if a storm was brewing deep within her purple eyes.

Her fingers tightened slightly around the scepter, her knuckles turning white. For so many years, no one had dared to speak to her like that!
Ling Han seemed oblivious to her change in expression, continuing to speak. His voice wasn't loud, but it was like a sharp, icy blade, each word piercing her heart: "I respect you; you are the high and mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall." "I don't respect you..." A cold smile curled at the corner of his lips, his icy blue eyes filled with disdain and arrogance, "You are nothing!"

"Hiss—!" Countless gasps of astonishment rang out! Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong's expressions changed drastically! Has this kid gone mad?!

This was a blatant slap in the face to the Pope, a declaration of war against the entire Spirit Hall! Yu Yuanzhen fainted from fright.

Ling Han's voice suddenly turned stern, carrying a questioning tone: "You sent Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo to infiltrate my Beast God Pavilion earlier, acting suspiciously. What were you up to? I haven't settled this score with you yet!"

"I haven't gone looking for trouble with you, which is already giving you face because we are both forces on the same continent!"

"Now, you still expect me to give you face?" Ling Han sneered, the Ice Prison Dragon Emperor Spear in his hand humming and vibrating, its chill intensifying. "Bibi Dong, don't take yourself too seriously!"

These words were domineering! Arrogant! Utterly presumptuous! They trampled the dignity of the Spirit Hall Pope underfoot!
Lingyuan Douluo trembled with rage, flames almost bursting from his body, but were firmly suppressed by Bibi Dong's icy gaze.

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly in her jade-like hand, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force. Her exquisite face was devoid of any expression, and deep within her violet eyes, a palpable killing intent surged!

How many years has it been? Ever since she ascended to the papacy, or even earlier, no one has dared to humiliate her like this!
Even that beast Qian Xunji wouldn't dare to humiliate her dignity in public like that!

A terrifying pressure, enough to freeze one's soul, emanated from her, and the sky seemed to darken slightly!

The rage of a level 98 Super Douluo is enough to burn down a city and destroy a country!
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