Three days later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The Great Hall.

Wearing a nine-curved amethyst crown, fair skin, and a perfect face, Pope Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne at the height of the main hall. On her left and right, there stood two figures, one gold and one black.

The golden figure on the left is a man with delicate skin like a baby and a face more delicate and bewitching than most women. The golden armor he was wearing was engraved with Mithril lines, and the brilliant diamond inlaid on the breastplate was full of luxury.

He is Ju Douluo Yueguan, a level 95 Titled Douluo, and one of the two punishment elders of the Martial Spirit Palace.

On Bibi Dong's right, there stood a figure dressed in black armor with a gloomy face.

He is another punishment elder of the Martial Spirit Palace, and he is also the life and death brother of Ju Douluo, and he is also a level 95 Ghost Douluo, a ghost.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo are not only hardcore supporters of Bibi Dong, but also important pillars of the Wuhun Palace.

The general external affairs of the Wuhun Hall are decided by Bibi Dong and the two of them.

In the large hall below the three of them, a cardinal stood.

At this time, Bibi Dong put down the fragrant tea in his hand and quietly listened to the cardinal's report.

“…… Because of what happened to the Tianshui Academy team, Zhou Chen, the palace master of Ziwei Palace, suspected that it was our Martial Spirit Palace, and secretly helped Canghui Academy......"

“…… They eventually killed Lord Bishop Stanford, whose body is being sent back to ......"

"Bang!"

The teacup in Bibi Dong's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Bastard, how dare he kill the Platinum Bishop? He is openly provoking the Martial Spirit Palace! ”

Hearing Bibi Dong's angry voice, the Martial Spirit Hall standing in the main hall was silent for a while, and the cardinal was even more frightened and fell to his knees.

No one dared to say anything, for fear of angering His Majesty the angry Pope.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead, and what we need to do now is not to be angry, but to formulate the next strategy."

Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed slightly, and his voice was soft and clear.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Yueguan, strategy? What strategy? Anyone will say nonsense!

"Don't dare."

Yueguan lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

There's no way, Bibi Dong's coercion is too strong.

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Three days later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The Great Hall.

Wearing a nine-curved amethyst crown, fair skin, and a perfect face, Pope Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne at the height of the main hall. On her left and right, there stood two figures, one gold and one black.

The golden figure on the left is a man with delicate skin like a baby and a face more delicate and bewitching than most women. The golden armor he was wearing was engraved with Mithril lines, and the brilliant diamond inlaid on the breastplate was full of luxury.

He is Ju Douluo Yueguan, a level 95 Titled Douluo, and one of the two punishment elders of the Martial Spirit Palace.

On Bibi Dong's right, there stood a figure dressed in black armor with a gloomy face.

He is another punishment elder of the Martial Spirit Palace, and he is also the life and death brother of Ju Douluo, and he is also a level 95 Ghost Douluo, a ghost.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo are not only hardcore supporters of Bibi Dong, but also important pillars of the Wuhun Palace.

The general external affairs of the Wuhun Hall are decided by Bibi Dong and the two of them.

In the large hall below the three of them, a cardinal stood.

At this time, Bibi Dong put down the fragrant tea in his hand and quietly listened to the cardinal's report.

“…… Because of what happened to the Tianshui Academy team, Zhou Chen, the palace master of Ziwei Palace, suspected that it was our Martial Spirit Palace, and secretly helped Canghui Academy......"

“…… They eventually killed Lord Bishop Stanford, whose body is being sent back to ......"

"Bang!"

The teacup in Bibi Dong's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Bastard, how dare he kill the Platinum Bishop? He is openly provoking the Martial Spirit Palace! ”

Hearing Bibi Dong's angry voice, the Martial Spirit Hall standing in the main hall was silent for a while, and the cardinal was even more frightened and fell to his knees.

No one dared to say anything, for fear of angering His Majesty the angry Pope.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead, and what we need to do now is not to be angry, but to formulate the next strategy."

Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed slightly, and his voice was soft and clear.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Yueguan, strategy? What strategy? Anyone will say nonsense!

"Don't dare."

Yueguan lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

There's no way, Bibi Dong's coercion is too strong.

Three days later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The Great Hall.

Wearing a nine-curved amethyst crown, fair skin, and a perfect face, Pope Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne at the height of the main hall. On her left and right, there stood two figures, one gold and one black.

The golden figure on the left is a man with delicate skin like a baby and a face more delicate and bewitching than most women. The golden armor he was wearing was engraved with Mithril lines, and the brilliant diamond inlaid on the breastplate was full of luxury.

He is Ju Douluo Yueguan, a level 95 Titled Douluo, and one of the two punishment elders of the Martial Spirit Palace.

On Bibi Dong's right, there stood a figure dressed in black armor with a gloomy face.

He is another punishment elder of the Martial Spirit Palace, and he is also the life and death brother of Ju Douluo, and he is also a level 95 Ghost Douluo, a ghost.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo are not only hardcore supporters of Bibi Dong, but also important pillars of the Wuhun Palace.

The general external affairs of the Wuhun Hall are decided by Bibi Dong and the two of them.

In the large hall below the three of them, a cardinal stood.

At this time, Bibi Dong put down the fragrant tea in his hand and quietly listened to the cardinal's report.

“…… Because of what happened to the Tianshui Academy team, Zhou Chen, the palace master of Ziwei Palace, suspected that it was our Martial Spirit Palace, and secretly helped Canghui Academy......"

“…… They eventually killed Lord Bishop Stanford, whose body is being sent back to ......"

"Bang!"

The teacup in Bibi Dong's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Bastard, how dare he kill the Platinum Bishop? He is openly provoking the Martial Spirit Palace! ”

Hearing Bibi Dong's angry voice, the Martial Spirit Hall standing in the main hall was silent for a while, and the cardinal was even more frightened and fell to his knees.

No one dared to say anything, for fear of angering His Majesty the angry Pope.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead, and what we need to do now is not to be angry, but to formulate the next strategy."

Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed slightly, and his voice was soft and clear.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Yueguan, strategy? What strategy? Anyone will say nonsense!

"Don't dare."

Yueguan lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

There's no way, Bibi Dong's coercion is too strong.

Three days later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The Great Hall.

Wearing a nine-curved amethyst crown, fair skin, and a perfect face, Pope Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne at the height of the main hall. On her left and right, there stood two figures, one gold and one black.

The golden figure on the left is a man with delicate skin like a baby and a face more delicate and bewitching than most women. The golden armor he was wearing was engraved with Mithril lines, and the brilliant diamond inlaid on the breastplate was full of luxury.

He is Ju Douluo Yueguan, a level 95 Titled Douluo, and one of the two punishment elders of the Martial Spirit Palace.

On Bibi Dong's right, there stood a figure dressed in black armor with a gloomy face.

He is another punishment elder of the Martial Spirit Palace, and he is also the life and death brother of Ju Douluo, and he is also a level 95 Ghost Douluo, a ghost.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo are not only hardcore supporters of Bibi Dong, but also important pillars of the Wuhun Palace.

The general external affairs of the Wuhun Hall are decided by Bibi Dong and the two of them.

In the large hall below the three of them, a cardinal stood.

At this time, Bibi Dong put down the fragrant tea in his hand and quietly listened to the cardinal's report.

“…… Because of what happened to the Tianshui Academy team, Zhou Chen, the palace master of Ziwei Palace, suspected that it was our Martial Spirit Palace, and secretly helped Canghui Academy......"

“…… They eventually killed Lord Bishop Stanford, whose body is being sent back to ......"

"Bang!"

The teacup in Bibi Dong's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Bastard, how dare he kill the Platinum Bishop? He is openly provoking the Martial Spirit Palace! ”

Hearing Bibi Dong's angry voice, the Martial Spirit Hall standing in the main hall was silent for a while, and the cardinal was even more frightened and fell to his knees.

No one dared to say anything, for fear of angering His Majesty the angry Pope.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead, and what we need to do now is not to be angry, but to formulate the next strategy."

Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed slightly, and his voice was soft and clear.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Yueguan, strategy? What strategy? Anyone will say nonsense!

"Don't dare."

Yueguan lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

There's no way, Bibi Dong's coercion is too strong.

Three days later.

Wuhun City, the Pope's Palace.

The Great Hall.

Wearing a nine-curved amethyst crown, fair skin, and a perfect face, Pope Bibi Dong was sitting on the throne at the height of the main hall. On her left and right, there stood two figures, one gold and one black.

The golden figure on the left is a man with delicate skin like a baby and a face more delicate and bewitching than most women. The golden armor he was wearing was engraved with Mithril lines, and the brilliant diamond inlaid on the breastplate was full of luxury.

He is Ju Douluo Yueguan, a level 95 Titled Douluo, and one of the two punishment elders of the Martial Spirit Palace.

On Bibi Dong's right, there stood a figure dressed in black armor with a gloomy face.

He is another punishment elder of the Martial Spirit Palace, and he is also the life and death brother of Ju Douluo, and he is also a level 95 Ghost Douluo, a ghost.

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo are not only hardcore supporters of Bibi Dong, but also important pillars of the Wuhun Palace.

The general external affairs of the Wuhun Hall are decided by Bibi Dong and the two of them.

In the large hall below the three of them, a cardinal stood.

At this time, Bibi Dong put down the fragrant tea in his hand and quietly listened to the cardinal's report.

“…… Because of what happened to the Tianshui Academy team, Zhou Chen, the palace master of Ziwei Palace, suspected that it was our Martial Spirit Palace, and secretly helped Canghui Academy......"

“…… They eventually killed Lord Bishop Stanford, whose body is being sent back to ......"

"Bang!"

The teacup in Bibi Dong's hand instantly turned into powder.

"Bastard, how dare he kill the Platinum Bishop? He is openly provoking the Martial Spirit Palace! ”

Hearing Bibi Dong's angry voice, the Martial Spirit Hall standing in the main hall was silent for a while, and the cardinal was even more frightened and fell to his knees.

No one dared to say anything, for fear of angering His Majesty the angry Pope.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead, and what we need to do now is not to be angry, but to formulate the next strategy."

Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed slightly, and his voice was soft and clear.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Yueguan, strategy? What strategy? Anyone will say nonsense!

"Don't dare."

Yueguan lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

There's no way, Bibi Dong's coercion is too strong.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead, and what we need to do now is not to be angry, but to formulate the next strategy."

Ju Douluo Yueguan bowed slightly, and his voice was soft and clear.

"You're teaching me to do things?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Yueguan, strategy? What strategy? Anyone will say nonsense!

"Don't dare."

Yueguan lowered his head, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his smooth forehead.

There's no way, Bibi Dong's coercion is too strong.

After a long time, Bibi Dong endured the anger in his heart, slowly stood up, and the light in his eyes flashed: "Okay, what a Ziwei Palace Master, what a Young Master of the Xuanyuan Family, he didn't take our Martial Spirit Hall in his eyes at all!" ”

"The Pope's crown is angry, Stanford is dead,