Bibi Dong's expression darkened, then she smiled and said, "You are indeed perceptive. Due to your Martial Spirit, there have been some issues in your cultivation. If resolved, you could break through to level ninety-nine."
Seeing the Pope smile, Chrysanthemum Douluo secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The safest way after hearing this secret is to kill him.
Serving such a figure is like serving a tiger... Luckily, the Pope wasn't too angered.
However, Sun Ming is a bit daring; thinking about it, he's still young, only eight years old... Yes, just eight. Naturally, he says whatever he sees; it's understandable.
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes.
Ninety-eight levels?
This Pope isn't easy to deal with. However, if contesting, it's not impossible to win, and given his poison release capability, most in Martial Soul City would perish.
It seems unlikely they would be foolish enough to trouble him.
"Does Sun Ming have a way to resolve it?"
