Chapter 85

Bai Yuan and Mo Di's great battle continues.

But this one is no longer as world-shattering.

In midair, a figure kept dodging, looking extremely embarrassed, several times narrowly escaping death.

The other monster kept attacking, holding absolute advantage, venting all the fury it had built up from being beaten without knowing how to fight back.

However, Mo Di still exercised restraint, knowing that before the Holy Lord gave the order, he could not push Bai Yuan into a desperate corner and use his final sword.

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On the other side.

Far in the distance, Jin E Douluo and Qian Renxue, along with the many Title Douluo of the Spirit Hall, stared dumbfounded at the battle here.

They never expected that among this group of monsters, which were many but only modest in strength, there would be a strong one capable of pressing Bai Yuan.

"Your Holiness the Pope, it looks like your lover is about to die," Ghost Douluo's light laughter suddenly sounded.

After Qian Renxue returned, the Title Douluo naturally learned her identity and what she had been doing these years.

Upon seeing her hundred-thousand-year Soul Ring, all the Title Douluo naturally understood how it came to be.

Even many of the Title Douluo felt that this was Qian Renxue selling her body for it; otherwise, if Poison Douluo hadn't captured it, how could Bai Yuan have given her a hundred-thousand-year Soul Beast?

Qian Renxue's eyes turned slightly cold as she said, "Ghost Douluo, are you trying to overstep your rank?"

Ghost Douluo showed no fear: "Your Holiness the Pope, I am not overstepping; I am just speaking the truth. Can you not bear to hear the truth?"

Qian Renxue felt anger rise, unconsciously clenching her fists, and she said coldly, "Do you really think I wouldn't dare kill you?"

Ghost Douluo laughed: "Your Holiness the Pope wants the reputation of not listening to truth to spread; having the Second Elder kill me would be no matter."

Ghost Douluo was not at all worried that Qian Renxue would kill him.

Because if they killed a Title Douluo over this, who would later come to seek refuge?

Moreover, such situations where leadership is parachuted in via connections and subordinates make things difficult are common; even Bi Bi Dong once faced this.

Especially Ghost Douluo, who had a grudge against Bai Yuan and remained loyal to Bi Bi Dong, would make things especially hard for him.

Thus, after ascending to Pope, Qian Renxue had a difficult time; after all, she only had seven rings, while Bi Bi Dong was publicly known to have the potential to become a god, yet she chose not to make it public.

There was no way; Qian Renxue was simply too inexperienced, lacking any authority, so she could only glare at Ghost Douluo, appearing to grit her teeth.

Ghost Douluo stepped back and laughed: "What? Your Holiness the Pope, are you preparing to kill me, a veteran Title Douluo who has served the Spirit Hall for decades, just because I said your lover is about to die?"

Upon hearing this, Qian Renxue became so angry she could not speak, and she had no way to rebut.

After all, Ghost Douluo had done nothing; he merely uttered a few irritating words.

Taking a deep breath, Qian Renxue tried to calm her emotions, turning her gaze away from Ghost Douluo.

But Ghost Douluo persisted: "It's a pity; if Your Holiness the Pope had curried favor with Bai Yuan last time, perhaps you could have brought him into the Spirit Hall, and he wouldn't have died here, and could have strengthened the Spirit Hall's power."

"Shut up!" Qian Renxue snapped.

Ghost Douluo laughed: "What's with the 'shut up'? Since you've chosen to serve Bai Yuan to exchange for Soul Rings and Soul Bones, why not serve him well, work hard for him, and bring him into the Spirit Hall?"

Qian Renxue finally became unable to contain her anger.

"Second Elder, kill him for me!"

Jin E Douluo couldn't help but sigh: "Young master, those in high positions do not show joy or anger; before acting, do not take the subordinates' idle chatter to heart."

As his words fell, Jin E Douluo's gaze shifted, becoming extremely cold, turning toward Ghost Douluo nearby.

"Considering your decades of service to the Spirit Hall, let this be enough; otherwise, don't blame me for being impolite."

Ghost Douluo withdrew his gaze and said no more.

In this world, ultimately the strong are revered.

At this moment, Bai Yuan far in the distance was struck again, vomiting blood, appearing to have fallen into desperation.

At the same time, Mo Di's offensive became even more fierce than before, as if its condition had partially recovered, preparing to deliver a killing blow.

"What a pity, Your Holiness the Pope's lover is about to die," Ghost Douluo's voice sounded again in Qian Renxue's ears.

Qian Renxue followed the sound and looked over, but did not meet Ghost Douluo's gaze, only seeing his profile, which made it seem as if he were talking to himself.

At this moment, Ghost Douluo seemed to notice Qian Renxue's gaze, turned his head, and said: "Your Holiness the Pope, do you really expect your subordinates not even to be able to feel regret?"

Qian Renxue was about to erupt when she saw the distant sky suddenly turn blood-red, a terrifying supreme killing intent bursting forth.

Even though they were far apart, they couldn't help but tremble all over, looking fearfully toward the distance.

That was Bai Yuan's sword, a strike they all knew well—the very one that had slain Tang Hao.

Qian Renxue smiled: "Looks like he won't die."

Ghost Douluo's expression stiffened; his whole body seemed to turn to stone, frozen in midair.

Seeing this, Qian Renxue felt only satisfaction.

It was a satisfaction hard to put into words.

It seemed to be the very truth of existence.

But after a few seconds, Ghost Douluo recovered, nodded and smiled: "Bai Yuan isn't dead, and I'm also pleased; after all, this way Your Holiness the Pope has a chance to curry favor with him, serve him well, and bring him into the Spirit Hall."

The smile on Qian Renxue's face instantly froze.

At that moment, two immensely powerful auras appeared in heaven and earth, causing Jin E Douluo's expression to shift.

"How can there be so many?"

Ghost Douluo paused, then laughed: "Looks like Your Holiness the Pope is about to lose the chance to serve him again."

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The Silver Dragon Spear pierced Mo Di's planar core, while Ling Di and Lie Di, one before and one after, surrounded Bai Yuan.

"Bai Yuan, you are about to die. However, being able to drag over a hundred layers of the Abyss down with you as burial companions makes you worthy of pride," Ling Di said coldly.

Now, the Abyss Saint Lord has already issued orders to them, telling the two to kill Bai Yuan at once.

This inevitably makes Ling Di and Lie Di sigh, and they can only sigh in their hearts, realizing that escaping the Divine King's palm is indeed not that easy.

Bai Yuan smiled at the two and said, "Do you really think you've won?"

Ling Di asked back, "Do you still have a sword?"

Bai Yuan said honestly, "I certainly still have, and I have many; killing the ten of you a few times over is no problem."

Ling Di and Lie Di, upon hearing that, couldn't help but burst into a simultaneous "Haha" laugh.

They had previously been a bit worried, fearing that Bai Yuan was merely acting and still possessed a sword, but now they are entirely unworried.

Without a word, the two stepped onto the void, simultaneously closing in on Bai Yuan, and sealed the space with divine awareness and divine power, leaving him no chance to flee.

(End of chapter)