Chapter 161: Bibi Dong's Thoughts

After continuous rushing, White Platinum Bishop Salas finally arrived at Spirit City.

He quickly entered the Papal Hall.

The atmosphere here was very gloomy, which really made him dislike it.

Therefore, unless there is a major matter, he absolutely would not come back.

"Subject greets Your Holiness the Pope!"

Upon entering, Salas saw a very beautiful woman sitting cross-legged on the papal throne above.

A little golden light shone through the stained glass windows, scattering mottledly on her body, as if draping her in a mysterious radiance.

She wore a papal crown, its jeweled splendor and divinity intertwined, flashing with light so bright one dare not gaze directly.

She held a papal scepter, the jewels embedded in it sparkling like a galaxy, highlighting her authority and nobility.

Her glazed golden long robe tightly wrapped her figure, accentuating her graceful curves; the gold-thread embroidery on the robe glittered in the sunlight.

Her eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into the depths of the human heart; her brows bore an indisputable dignity.

She was full of charm and solemnity.

Her bearing was dignified and elegant; every movement revealed an innate nobility.

As her robe swayed, golden ripples shimmered, like a walking deity, making people involuntarily feel reverent.

Her very existence was a hymn praising the divine, singing of worldly allure and extolling heavenly solemnity.

This was Pope Bibi Dong.

Today she was especially different.

Below her, to the left stood a flirtatious man wearing golden armor.

This flirtatious man was clad in golden armor, as if dazzling sunlight had solidified upon him, the gold flashing and blindingly bright.

His tall stature was slightly slender yet still conveyed strength, his muscle lines smooth and powerful, faintly visible through the tight armor.

His face was exquisitely carved, his brows hinting at a feminine softness; his golden eyebrows matched his hair color, sword-shaped, revealing a sharpness not to be underestimated.

His eyes were deep and bright, like the brightest star in the night sky, flashing with the light of wisdom.

His golden armor glowed warmly in the sunlight, displaying his noble status and highlighting his extraordinary temperament.

The fine patterns on the armor resembled ancient legendary runes, mysterious and imbued with power.

With his movements, the armor emitted a pleasant light sound, a king's melody announcing his extraordinary presence.

This was the loyal minister Ju Douluo Yue Guan.

Besides that, beside him stood another person in black armor, exuding a lifeless, deathly aura, seeming more like a corpse than a living person!

A guy who crawled up from the underworld!

He, a grim man, wore heavy black armor, as if he had just stepped from the netherworld into the mortal realm.

His gaze was deep and dark, like the deepest undercurrent at midnight, hiding endless secrets and coldness.

A faint black light glimmered in the depths of his eyes, as if it could perceive the dark corners of the human heart, and seemed ready at any moment to devour a soul.

His facial contours were distinct, his skin pallid to the point of near transparency, giving the feeling of having just awakened from a grave.

Black tattoos coiled like snakes around his arms, and with each of his motions they seemed to come alive, writhing and sliding, emitting an evil glow.

His aura was powerful yet eerie; the surrounding space seemed to warp because of his presence. As he walked slowly, each step effortlessly drew the surrounding shadows to converge, those shadows drifting beside him, as if he were the king of darkness and darkness his eternal domain.

His bearing exuded an indescribable dignity, as if all evil creatures trembled under his invisible intimidation.

His very existence was a danger signal, causing all beings of light and warmth to instinctively keep their distance.

Around this man, the air was filled with a faint chill and an indescribable fragrance—a unique aura blending the breath of death and the stench of decay.

The corner of his mouth often bore an imperceptible cold smile, as if he were mocking the world's impermanence and life's fragility.

Such a person was also someone Salas most did not want to approach, for this Ghost Douluo was truly a dead person; however, due to an accident midway that caused his martial soul and true body to fuse, he revived, and could be considered a special variant martial soul.

"What is the matter?" Pope Bibi Dong asked, looking down at Salas.

Because they were far away, they still did not know that the God Craft Pavilion Master Titan was a Title Douluo possessing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

Salas said: "Your Holiness the Pope, the God Craft Pavilion Master Titan is a Title Douluo who possesses a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!"

"A Title Douluo with a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!"

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan and Gui Mei's pupils contracted, showing shock.

Their eyes clearly revealed envy.

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

Who wouldn't want one? But unfortunately, they already have a ninth soul ring, so they have no chance.

Bibi Dong showed surprise: "A hundred-thousand-year soul ring? The beast best suited for him would be the Titan Giant Ape in the Star Dou Great Forest, but beside him there is an even stronger Azure Blue Ox Python; Titan was previously only a Soul Douluo, absolutely incapable of hunting these two spirit beasts! Could there be something else?"

Yue Guan thought of something and immediately said: "Your Majesty, could it be that the earlier escaped fish was caught by Titan and just killed and absorbed to become his ninth soul ring?"

Gui Mei also quickly added: "After all, a spirit beast that has just recently taken human form has not fully recovered its strength; it could not defeat a close-combat burst-type soul master with ninety soul power."

"It's possible; otherwise I can't think of any other, and lately we haven't heard of any large-scale soul master hunting operations."

"If we really wanted to hunt a hundred-thousand-year spirit beast, our secret agents scattered throughout the Star Dou Great Forest would surely notice."

"That commotion would not be small."

Bibi Dong pondered, then spoke.

"Nothing was detected; it must certainly be that escaped fish!"

"What a pity, such a safely transformed hundred-thousand-year spirit beast was just killed; if we could capture it, we would surely gain another super-strong Title Douluo in the future—for example, Nana!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei glanced at each other, then quickly spoke respectfully.

"It's a pity, but what should rightfully be ours is not so easy to obtain; in future spirit-hunting operations we will also include the Power Clan! This time I will make them utterly perish!"

"However, before that, you can try to recruit him; if he is willing to join Spirit Hall and serve it, we can spare his life and that of the Power Clan."

Bibi Dong spoke.

After all, he is a Title Douluo; there are only a few of them on the continent now, and the Spirit Hall wants to occupy them all.

「I understand this matter; I will handle it. 」Yue Guan and Gui Mei nodded.

「Your Majesty, these are soul‑engineered weapons purchased from the Divine Craftsman Pavilion! 」

Salas took out many soul‑engineered weapons and storage rings from the soul‑engineered ring, introducing them one by one.

(End of chapter)