Bibi Dong Arrives in Heaven Dou City

Heaven Dou Empire, Dio Province, Heaven Dou City.

On this day, as dawn broke, morning mist drifted over the official road outside the city, shrouding the distant scenery in a hazy veil.

The heavy city gates opened, and knights inside and outside the city stood solemnly, spears at the ready.

On the city wall, the guards stood in neat rows, their expressions solemn, their eyes fixed on the distance.

The banners representing the Heaven Dou royal family were lined up along the city wall, their fluttering in the wind.

At the end of the official road, a caravan slowly emerged from the mist, with the six-winged banner symbolizing the Spirit Hall leading the way. The accompanying knights were clad in bright armor, which still gleamed coldly and exuded a sharp aura even in the hazy mist.

Standing silently, they moved forward without a sound, like a silent dragon.

"This is the Spirit Hall." At the Heaven Dou City, a portly official dressed in formal attire wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief, feeling slightly nervous.

"Yes, the Spirit Hall ~"

A clear voice came from the side. The fat official turned his head and saw a handsome young man standing straight as a pine tree, seemingly oblivious to the imposing array of the Spirit Hall, with a slight smile on his lips.

"Truly living up to its reputation!" the young man laughed, though there was a hint of teasing in his words.

"Oh my little darling, you don't seem to care at all." The fat official was somewhat amused and exasperated. "This isn't just anyone; it's the Pope of the Spirit Hall! We'd better be on our guard and treat him with utmost care."

"Heh," the young man said softly, "Why must you be so obsequious, Lord Pang? This is, after all, Heaven Dou City. We've done our duty by being courteous and respectful. Why this fawning?"

The portly official sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, "Is the prince still so young and impetuous? So neither humble nor arrogant, facing the Pope of the Spirit Hall?"

That person's identity isn't just that of Pope; he's also a level 98 Super Douluo! A being capable of single-handedly destroying a city!

With unparalleled military prowess and supreme power, calling him "King Above Kings" wouldn't be an exaggeration.

However, it's understandable that young people are a bit impetuous; the Heaven Dou Empire does indeed need that kind of vigor and fearless spirit right now.

To prevent the Spirit Hall from underestimating the empire and disrespecting the Heaven Dou royal family.

"They're here!"

In the time it takes to say a few words, the carriages and horses on the official road have already arrived at the city gate.

The fat official stopped wiping his sweat, quickly hid his handkerchief, and jogged forward. Despite his bulky appearance, he was surprisingly fast.

It turns out this guy is actually a Soul Ancestor. Although he has been pampered for many years and his actual combat strength is not as good as other Battle Soul Ancestor of the same level, his basic physical fitness is still not bad.

He quickly ran to the front of the caravan and stopped in front of one of the most luxurious carriages.

But he was stopped by armed men as soon as he got within three meters.

"Halt!" Two guards wearing Spirit Hall armor sternly stopped him.

The fat official could only stop, with a simple and honest smile still on his face, and it seemed that he didn't take it seriously.

He bent down slightly, sending his voice into the carriage.

"Pang Qinglong, the Foreign Minister of the Heaven Dou Empire, and I respectfully welcome His Holiness the Pope!"

"Pang Qinglong?" A soft laugh came from inside the carriage, but Pang Qinglong suddenly felt a tightness all over his body, and the smile on his face froze.

"What a Heaven Dou Empire, what a Heaven Dou Royal Family! I came here in person, and you send a nobody Soul Ancestor to fool me?"

"Uh..." Pang Qinglong started sweating profusely again, but he couldn't take out a towel to wipe it off right now, so he could only force a smile.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, please calm your anger. My king had no intention of being disrespectful..."

"The Spirit Hall, what a magnificent sight!"

Just as Pang Qinglong was trying to explain, a voice suddenly came from behind him, almost causing his heart to stop!

He certainly recognized the voice.

'My little darling~ What are you doing!' Pang Qinglong cried out inwardly.

There's no way around it; the Heaven Dou Royal Family's strength is waning, while the Spirit Hall is at its zenith. Although the latter isn't a national organization, it undoubtedly possesses national-level influence.

Moreover, Pang Qinglong knew even better that, in terms of overall strength and organizational capacity, the declining Heaven Dou Empire was truly no match for the Spirit Hall.

Countless commoners across the continent have benefited from the Spirit Hall's kindness. Even he himself had his Martial Soul awakened with the help of the Spirit Hall, for free!

If the Pope so desired, he could easily grant himself land and titles, or even establish a kingdom, with a single call to action.

When that time really comes, what can the Heaven Dou Empire do?

There's nothing we can do!

Thinking of this, Pang Qinglong became even more humble. There was nothing he could do; with the country's strength lacking, he, as the foreign minister, couldn't stand up for himself. Politics, in the end, is an art of compromise.

And coincidentally, he is very good at compromising; despite his easygoing and plump appearance, he is actually extremely flexible.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, please forgive me. This is my eldest son, Xue Qinghe. The prince is still young and had no intention of offending Your Majesty!"

"You are certainly a loyal protector, but whether the offense was intentional is for me to decide."

As soon as he finished speaking, the carriage curtain was suddenly lifted. Pang Qinglong reacted quickly, immediately lowering his eyelids and looking down, not daring to look directly at him.

The Heaven Dou Empire has strict rules; subjects are not allowed to look directly at the emperor without permission. The Pope of the Spirit Hall, however, is equal in rank to a king.

In addition, Pang Qinglong already knew that the current Pope was a former saintess, extremely beautiful, and all who looked directly at her were captivated by her beauty.

To avoid being impolite, he simply didn't look at it.

Xue Qinghe, who had followed behind, got a clear look at the other party and was speechless for a moment.

He finally saw the person he could only see in his dreams.

Her skin was as white and flawless as jade, without the slightest imperfection. Her nose was straight and elegant, her lips were rosy red, and her pale purple phoenix eyes were cold as ice, with slightly upturned corners, giving her a sacred and majestic look.

What a stunningly beautiful, sacred, and dignified face this is! It makes one feel ashamed of their own appearance and almost symbolizes the authority of aesthetics!

The officials accompanying Xue Qinghe, lacking both the composure of a prince and the caution of a foreign minister, were stunned by what they saw.

Until a cold snort rang out, the men's vision went black, their heads spun, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Bibi Dong slightly raised her chin. "Xue Qinghe? He does have some youthful spirit, but the rest are nothing but mediocre people."

She glanced at Xue Qinghe briefly without lingering, and soon the carriage curtain was drawn back up.

Let's skip the unnecessary formalities; I'm tired.

"Your Majesty, the King is waiting for your arrival in the palace. You..." Pang Qinglong said hurriedly.

"Tell him to wait!" Bibi Dong's voice was calm, yet it conveyed an undeniable authority.

Pang Qinglong wanted to wipe his sweat again, and could only nod obsequiously, "Understood, Your Majesty understands..."

There's no way around it. Although in terms of rank, the current Heaven Dou King Xue Ye is on par with the Pope, according to the classification of Soul Master levels, Xue Ye is only a Soul Douluo, and his cultivation has been stuck at this level for a long time, with his potential exhausted.

However, Bibi Dong is the youngest Super Douluo on the continent, and the gap between the two is simply immeasurable.

So even though Bibi Dong so blatantly disrespected Xue Ye, which was even somewhat humiliating to the nation's dignity, Pang Qinglong could only accept it with a smile. Not only him, but even Xue Ye had to accept it.

When the Pope travels, she is naturally not the only super strong person. There must be other Titled Douluo in the entourage. Who can understand the psychological pressure that Lao Pang is under at this moment?

He was truly walking on thin ice...