Chapter 68

And what about him? He is even stronger than Brother Xiao Yan; he is now a Hun Sect member, a Jidehun Sect member at level forty!

With this reward bestowed, what of Pope Bibi Dong, what of the Spirit Hall? He simply does not care!

That means he can torture and kill them however he pleases!

He looked disdainfully at Ghost Douluo, at Pope Bibi Dong, raised his head slightly, and sneered coldly: "You struck Xiao Wu and injured my friend! Do you know that you have already earned the right to die?"

The moment these words were spoken, instantly, the entire Spirit Hall fell silent!

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo revealed their forms and instinctively looked toward Pope Bibi Dong...

But what they saw was that, at this moment, Pope Bibi Dong had a blank expression; then, her vermilion lips parted slightly, and her cold voice echoed throughout the entire hall: "Failing to kneel before the Pope for your rudeness..."

Saying this, she paused slightly...

Then, her expression froze for a moment, and she suddenly flicked her hand...

"Smack!" The next second, a palm condensed from purple qi force struck Tang San squarely in the face!

That crisp sound of a slap echoed throughout the entire Spirit Hall!

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo dared not speak, merely retreating far away; at the same time, the look in their eyes toward Tang San was full of mockery!

Simply not knowing life from death.

Daring to spout such nonsense in front of the Pope?

Even if you are the child of fortune, you should know when to advance and when to retreat.

But now...

Heh heh...

The two of them sneered inwardly...

And at this moment...

Having been struck squarely in the face by that slap, Tang San was so consumed by rage that his eyes immediately turned red.

Anyone struck by a slap would feel displeased.

Let alone Tang San, who is the child of fortune...

He slowly raised his head, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stared coldly at Pope Bibi Dong, and his voice, deep and chilling, echoed throughout the entire Spirit Hall: "I have remembered this slap! The humiliation of today shall be returned a hundredfold!"

"Smack!" However, the moment Tang San's words fell, another slap came flying...

Tang San's eyes bulged, filled with bloodshot veins; his fist was already clenched tight, his soul power surged wildly around him, Blue Silver Grass coiled around his body, and soul rings appeared one by one...

He ground his teeth, looked toward Pope Bibi Dong, and his eyes were full of killing intent.

"How dare you insult me? This Spirit Hall shall be turned upside down!"

"Smack!" But what greeted him was yet another slap from Pope Bibi Dong, her expression still blank!

"You... you are asking for death!" Tang San roared in anger, and the Blue Silver Grass erupted, coiling, parasitizing, and binding in response!

Even...

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Tang San flicked his hand; the next second, countless hidden weapons, thick as a cloud, surged toward Pope Bibi Dong to slaughter her.

However...

Facing that overwhelming attack, Pope Bibi Dong merely raised her scepter slightly, and then...

"Boom!"

That scepter slammed down heavily, and a terrifying pressure descended instantly.

"Buzz buzz buzz..."

Those soul rings appeared instantly, encircling Pope Bibi Dong.

Those soul rings were, respectively: yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!

"Roar!"

Behind Pope Bibi Dong, the Death Spider Emperor let out a roar, its scarlet eyes staring coldly at Tang San!

At this moment, that terrifying momentum, like mountains calling and seas roaring, crushed down toward Tang San...

Especially those soul rings; that single streak of red was simply terrifying!

A red soul ring!

What is this? A hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!!!

Tang San's pupils contracted sharply!

"Boom!" Then, the next second, he felt only a surge of excruciating pain, his vision went black, and he completely lost consciousness.