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Ye Ling, who has lived on Blue Star for more than 20 years, deeply understands one truth.
That is, whether you are attending a meeting or a banquet, the most important thing is to pay attention to your own safety.
Such as Hongmen to Liu Bang, Shangyuanyi to Li Keyong, and Huairen Palace to Xiao Wang.
The first two had made sufficient preparations and naturally escaped successfully.
The latter was because it was just a simple meeting, but he ended up being imprisoned.
At the moment, Ye Ling went to the Pope's Palace to see Bibi Dong, and he did not bring any Titled Douluo with him, which also had a certain meaning.
However, Ye Ling is very strong and is confident that he can escape from Bibi Dong.
It wasn't noticeable before because it was so far away.
But after getting closer, Ye Ling discovered that the entire Pope's Palace covered a very large area.
It can even be compared with the Tiandou Palace.
The cardinal took Ye Ling all the way to the door of the Pope's Palace before they were stopped.
"stop!"
Two palace knights in silver armor blocked the way of Ye Ling and the cardinal.
"This is a forbidden area. Without the Pope's order, anyone who approaches will be killed without mercy!"
The two palace guards, along with hundreds of palace guards on both sides, drew their swords from their waists.
The Pope's Palace is the exclusive palace of the Pope of the Spirit Hall.
Even a cardinal cannot enter the Papal Palace without the Pope's summons.
"Huh."
Ye Ling took a step forward, and the pressure on his body was suddenly released completely.
Although Ye Ling is only a Soul Douluo, his Pangu bloodline is enough to exert pressure on any low-level Soul Master that is no less than that of a Super Douluo.(Which is nerfed)
The strength of these palace guards is above the seventh ring, which is already an extremely powerful force.
But under Ye Ling's pressure, they all knelt on the ground, and even the long swords in their hands fell to the ground.
"Young Master Ye, why do you have to do this?"
The cardinal standing by could only barely stand under Ye Ling's pressure, and hurriedly took out a token from his pocket and showed it to the palace guards.
"This is the guest His Holiness the Pope wants to see!"
"How dare you be so rude?"
After saying that, he looked at Ye Ling again.
"Please... please, Young Pavilion Master Ye, please stop the pressure."
In fact, the cardinal was also a little shocked.
The Young Master Ye of the Butian Pavilion in front of him is so young, but the pressure he exudes is no less than those titled Douluo elders in the Spirit Hall.
He didn't even know what adjectives to use to describe this kind of talent and strength.
"They are just slaves, so just let them kneel."
Ye Ling pointed at the cardinal.
"You lead the way."
What a bullshit show of power!
Ye Ling sneered in his heart.
How could something that couldn't even scare someone like Yu Xiaogang scare him?
Under the trembling footsteps of the cardinal and the kneeling of the palace guards, Ye Ling swaggered into the Pope's Palace.
In the Pope's Palace, which covers an area of thousands of square meters, Bibi Dong sat on the throne.
The beautiful face looked particularly sacred under the papal robe, which made people want to tear it apart and ravage it.
"You go down."
Bibi Dong's gaze first fell on the cardinal who was leading the way.
"yes."
The cardinal kowtowed repeatedly and even left the Pope's Palace in a panic.
In the huge Pope's Palace, only Ye Ling and Bibi Dong were left.
Ye Ling looked around but didn't see a single chair in the Pope's Palace.
But think about it, how could the Pope, who holds absolute authority in the Papal Palace, allow someone to sit like her?
Ye Ling pointed at the ground, and the entire piece of granite that was originally spread on the ground was suddenly pushed up by an unknown force.
It was then reshaped by mysterious power and transformed into an ancient-looking chair.
"Young Master Ye, don't you think you're being a bit presumptuous?"
Bibi Dong looked at Ye Ling's operation coldly with veins bulging on her forehead. Finally, she couldn't help but said.
"What is your Holiness talking about?"
As Ye Ling spoke, he sat on the chair he had made.
"I don't know what outrageous thing I have done. I beg Your Holiness to enlighten me."
"Outside are our Spirit Hall's guard knights. Young Pavilion Master Ye asked them to kneel and greet him. I guess that must be quite a sense of accomplishment, right?"
Bibi Dong said in a grim tone.
"So this is what His Holiness the Pope was talking about."
Ye Ling sneered, holding his chin with his right hand and looking at the arrogant Bibi Dong.
"His Holiness the Pope invited me here, and these fools dared to stop me."
"In the final analysis, I'm just helping Spirit Hall discipline these unruly servants."
Bibi Dong choked when she heard this.
Her original intention was to give Ye Ling a warning and test Ye Ling's attitude.
Unexpectedly, Ye Ling didn't give them any face at all.
"Doesn't that mean I should also thank Young Master Ye?"
Bibi Dong sneered.
"Don't be polite, we are all forces on Douluo Continent."
Ye Ling just accepted the bargain.
"Next time something like this happens, Your Holiness can ask me for help."
Bibi Dong's face turned pale. Ever since she became the Pope of the Spirit Hall, no one dared to speak to her like that.
Without the identity and status of the Pope, Bibi Dong is just a level 98 Titled Douluo who inherited the legacy of a god.
Such an identity is not worth Ye Ling lowering his posture.
"Actually, these unnecessary tests are totally unnecessary."
Ye Ling tapped his hands on the armrest a few times.
"The Pope invited me here because he wants those 1,000 soul masters, right?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the temperature in the entire Pope's Palace dropped a few degrees.
Some things only weigh two taels if they are not weighed, but they weigh more than a thousand pounds after being weighed.
Ye Ling directly exposed this matter, which was almost half-publicizing the conflict between the Spirit Hall and the Butian Pavilion.
"That's right. Young Master Ye, please set some conditions."
Seeing Ye Ling being so direct, Bibi Dong stopped probing and went straight to the point.
"It's really hard for you to say this."
Ye Ling suddenly sneered.
"Six Titled Douluo, plus over a thousand Spirit Masters providing cover."
"Such a large sum of money didn't even hurt our pavilion at all, and even killed a level 96 Titled Douluo."
At this point, a hint of sarcasm flashed across Ye Ling's face.
"Why are you doing this?"
Bibi Dong's expression couldn't be uglier.
At this moment, she only felt that her face was being slapped by Ye Ling.
"Is Young Master Ye here to demonstrate this time?"
Bibi slammed the scepter in her hand on the ground, and a powerful pressure suddenly burst out from her.
Ninety-nine levels of pressure, mixed with a hint of divine power.
"What a joke! After your assassination attempt on me failed, you deserve this humiliation."
Ye Ling sneered and released the pressure from his body.
The pressure from both of them was overwhelming, but neither of them could do anything to the other.
Although Ye Ling's soul power is much lower than Bibi Dong's, his pressure comes from his bloodline and has nothing to do with his strength.
But it was impossible for the two of them to give in to each other at this moment, and they almost increased the intensity of their pressure at the same time.
A purple-black figure with a somewhat ferocious face.
A figure with twelve Dharma wheels behind his head.
Two shadows gradually took shape above the Pope's Palace, and two powerful pressures swept through Wuhun City almost indiscriminately.