Douluo Continent: Martial Soul - Dragon Pattern Staff, Inherited from the Azure Dragon of the East

Chapter 161 Bibi Dong's Thoughts

After a long journey, the Platinum Bishop Salas finally arrived at Wuhun City.

Enter the Papal Palace quickly.

The atmosphere here was somber, which he really didn't like.

So unless there's something really important, he absolutely won't come back.

"Your subject pays respects to His Holiness the Pope!"

Upon entering, Salas saw a very beautiful woman sitting on the papal throne with her legs crossed.

A few rays of golden light shone through the stained glass window, casting dappled shadows on her, as if draping her in a mysterious glow.

Her head was adorned with a religious crown, its jewel-encrusted splendor and sacredness intertwined, radiating a light that was almost blinding.

She held the papal scepter, its jewels sparkling like a galaxy, showcasing her authority and nobility.

A long, shimmering gold robe clung tightly to her body, accentuating her graceful curves, and the gold embroidery on the robe shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight.

Her eyes were deep and bright, as if they could see into the depths of people's hearts, and her brows exuded an undeniable majesty.

She is charming and dignified.

Her demeanor was dignified and elegant, and every movement exuded a natural nobility.

As her long robes swayed, golden light shimmered, making her appear like a walking deity, inspiring awe and reverence in all who beheld her.

Her very existence is a poem praising the divine, singing of both the allure of the mortal world and the solemnity of heaven.

It was Pope Bibidon.

She was different today.

Below him, on the left, is a flamboyant man dressed in golden armor.

This alluring man was clad in golden armor, as if the dazzling sunlight had been frozen on his body, shimmering and dazzling.

His tall frame was slightly thin, yet powerful, with smooth and strong muscle lines that were faintly visible through his tight-fitting armor.

His face was exquisitely sculpted, with a touch of femininity in his brows. His golden eyebrows complemented his hair color perfectly, and their sword-like shape revealed a sharp edge that should not be underestimated.

His eyes were deep and bright, like the brightest stars in the night sky, sparkling with intelligence.

The golden armor gleamed warmly in the sunlight, showcasing both his noble status and his extraordinary demeanor.

The intricate patterns on the armor resemble runes from ancient legends, mysterious and imbued with power.

With his movements, the armor emitted a melodious soft sound, a kingly melody that proclaimed his extraordinary existence.

This is the loyal minister Ju Douluo Yueguan.

Besides, there was a lifeless person dressed in black armor standing to the side. He didn't look like a living person; he looked more like a dead person!

A guy who crawled up from the bottom of hell!

He was a sinister-looking man, dressed in heavy black armor, as if he had just stepped into the human world from the underworld.

His eyes were deep and dark, like the deepest undercurrent in the night, hiding untold secrets and indifference.

A faint dark light gleamed in his eyes, as if he could see into the dark corners of people's hearts, and as if he was ready to devour people's souls at any moment.

His face was sharply defined, and his skin was so pale it was almost transparent, giving him a cold, as if he had just been awakened from the grave.

Black tattoos coiled like snakes around his arms, and with every movement he made, they seemed to come alive, twisting, gliding, and radiating an evil glow.

His aura was powerful and eerie, and the surrounding space seemed to be distorted by his presence.

As he walked slowly, each step easily drew in the surrounding shadows, which moved around him as if he were a king in the darkness, and the darkness was his eternal domain.

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

His very existence is a dangerous signal, causing all life that seeks light and warmth to instinctively keep its distance.

Beside this man, the air was filled with a faint chill and an indescribable fragrance—a unique aroma that was a mixture of the scent of death and decay.

A faint, almost imperceptible sneer often graced the corners of his lips, as if mocking the impermanence of the world and the fragility of life.

Such a person is the one Salas least wants to get close to, because this Ghost Douluo is actually a dead man. However, due to an accident, his martial soul and body merged, and he was resurrected. He can be considered a special mutated martial soul.

"What is it?" Pope Bibidon asked, looking down at Salas.

Because of the great distance, they were unaware that Titan, the master of the Divine Craftsman Pavilion, was a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year-old soul ring.

Salas began, "Your Holiness, Titan, the Master of the Divine Craftsmen's Pavilion, is a Title Douluo with a 100,000-year-old spirit ring!"

"A Title Douluo with a 100,000-year-old spirit ring?!"

Upon hearing this news, both Yue Guan and Gui Mei's pupils shrank, revealing expressions of shock.

Their eyes clearly showed envy.

A 100,000-year-old spirit ring!

Who wouldn't want that?

Unfortunately, they already had their ninth spirit ring, so they were no longer destined to be together.

Bibi Dong looked surprised: "A 100,000-year spirit ring? The one that best matches him is the Titan Giant Ape in the Star Dou Great Forest, but there's also an even more powerful Azure Bull Python beside him. Titan was only a Soul Douluo before, so it's absolutely impossible for him to have hunted these two spirit beasts! Could there be something else?"

Immediately realizing something, Yue Guan said, "Your Majesty, do you think it's possible that the one that slipped through the net before was caught by Titan, who then killed and absorbed it to become the ninth spirit ring?"

Ghost quickly added, "After all, a soul beast that has only recently taken human form has not fully recovered its strength and cannot possibly defeat a melee burst-type soul master with level 90 soul power."

"It's possible, otherwise I wouldn't think of another one. We haven't heard of any large-scale Soul Master hunting operations recently."

"If we really wanted to hunt a 100,000-year-old soul beast, our spies scattered throughout the Star Dou Great Forest would definitely have found out."

"This is quite a commotion."

Bibi Dong thought for a moment and then spoke.

"We didn't find it; it must be that one that slipped through the net!"

"What a pity! Such a safe, transformed 100,000-year-old soul beast was killed just like that. If we could capture it, we would definitely be able to add a super powerful Title Douluo to our ranks in the future! Like Nana!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei exchanged a glance and quickly spoke respectfully.

"What a pity, but what should belong to us isn't so easy to take. In future Soul Hunting operations, we'll include the Power Clan as well! This time, I'll make them completely annihilated!"

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

Bibi Dong spoke up.

After all, he is a Title Douluo, and there are only a handful of them on the continent. The Spirit Hall wants to take them all.

"I understand, I will take care of it." Yue Guan and Gui Mei nodded.

"Your Majesty, these are soul-guided weapons purchased from the Divine Craftsmen's Pavilion!"

Salas took out many soul-guided weapons and storage rings from his soul-guided ring and introduced them one by one.

(End of this chapter)