The Holy Son and Saintess, Mother and Daughter Confront Each Other
Just as Tang San and his friends began their Second Trial.
The Pope's Palace in Spirit City was exceptionally solemn and dignified today.
Bibi Dong, seated on the Pope throne, wore a more formal dress today.
A purple-gold crown was worn upright on his head, and a scepter stood beside him, the gem at the top of the scepter glowing faintly.
She sat there, her face calm, her purple eyes as deep as the sea, revealing no emotion whatsoever.
Standing below were dozens of high-ranking members of the Spirit Hall, including cardinals and Titled Douluo elders who were loyal to the Pope's Palace.
They stood in two rows, with the cardinal on the left and the Titled Douluo elders on the right, each with a solemn expression on their face.
Standing in the center were two people, Zhang San and Hu Liena, who had just emerged from seclusion.
Over the course of more than a year, both of them mastered the control over their murderous aura.
The Divine Slaughter's Domain can now be controlled at will, no longer exuding murderous aura as it did when it first emerged from the Slaughter City.
Zhang San's Soul Power increased by three levels in just over a year, reaching level sixty-four.
Hu Liena also leveled up two levels, reaching level sixty-five.
Such talent is extremely rare even in the Douluo Continent.
Especially Zhang San, who is only in his early twenties.
But when they thought of Tang San and his companions' terrifying strength, even with such heaven-defying talent, they couldn't be happy.
The two stood side by side, their eyes slightly lowered, awaiting the Pope's pronouncement.
Bibi Dong's gaze slowly swept over the two of them, a barely perceptible hint of satisfaction flashing in her eyes, and she nodded slightly.
"You've done very well. After more than a year of quiet contemplation, the Divine Slaughter's Domain has completely merged with your bodies. You've added two more Killing Gods to our Spirit Hall."
Her voice echoed clearly and solemnly in the empty hall.
She paused, then slowly rose from her throne. Her voice suddenly rose. "In the name of the Pope of the Spirit Hall, I hereby formally appoint Zhang San as the Spirit Hall Holy Son, Hu Liena as the Saintess of the Spirit Hall."
Upon hearing this, Zhang San and Hu Liena simultaneously knelt on one knee, placed their right fists on their chests, and bowed their heads slightly.
"From this day forward, you are the rightful heirs to the next Pope of the Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong's voice carried an undeniable authority. "Your names will be etched in the history of the Spirit Hall, and your will will represent the future of the Spirit Hall."
"Thank you, Your His Holiness the Pope!" Zhang San and Hu Liena replied in unison.
The other cardinals and some of the Titled Douluo elders exchanged bewildered glances, clearly somewhat worried about Bibi Dong's move to bypass the Worship Hall and directly appoint the Holy Son and Saintess.
After all, Qian Renxue had just helped the Spirit Hall conquer the Heaven Dou Empire, and she was also the heir to the Angel Clan. Wouldn't this exacerbate the conflict between the Spirit Hall and the Worship Hall?
Furthermore, Zhang San and Hu Liena not only lost the championship of the Soul Master Tournament, causing the Spirit Hall to lose four Soul Bones for nothing, but they also almost died at the hands of the opponent in Death Canyon last time, and the two of them did not make any contribution to the Spirit Hall.
The Worship Hall will certainly be dissatisfied with such an eagerness to establish Holy Son.
But they all knew Bibi Dong's tough methods, so they didn't dare to say anything.
The investiture ceremony was simple and quick, without excessive formalities.
The news spread like wildfire throughout the entire Spirit City.
Everywhere, in the streets and alleys, people were talking about the newly ordained Holy Son and Saintess.
Naturally, the message also reached the Worship Hall.
Inside the main hall of the Worship Hall, Qian Renxue had just completed the Third Trial of the Angel Nine Trials, "Angel Body Tempering."
Angel Body Tempering is similar to the Tidal Body Tempering on Sea God Island; both utilize divine power to repeatedly tear and reshape bones and muscles, increasing the body's limits.
She faced the Angel God Statue, her hands clasped in front of her, her long golden hair cascading over her shoulders.
Qian Renxue's Soul Power is also steadily increasing. Now her Soul Power has reached level 89, and she is only one step away from becoming a Level 90 Titled Douluo.
With a little more training, she will become the youngest Titled Douluo on the continent.
But at this moment, there was no joy in Qian Renxue's eyes.
A White-Clothed Deacon from the Worship Hall stood below the platform and softly reported to her, "Young Master, news has just arrived. His Holiness the Pope has officially conferred the titles of Holy Son and Saintess upon them in the Pope's Palace; they are Zhang San and Hu Liena, respectively."
Qian Renxue's body stiffened slightly.
Her fingers clenched unconsciously, and the light in her golden eyes suddenly turned cold.
That was originally her spot.
She is the daughter of the former Pope, the sole heir of the Angel Clan, and the most qualified person in the Spirit Hall to succeed as Pope.
She infiltrated the Heaven Dou Empire for over a decade, making immense contributions to the Spirit Hall.
Why was Bibi Dong so eager to give this position to two outsiders?
Qian Renxue slowly turned around, her golden eyes burning with barely suppressed rage.
Without even informing Qian Daoliu, she hurriedly left the Worship Hall and headed straight for the Pope's Palace.
The doors of the Pope's Palace slowly opened before her.
Qian Renxue stepped inside, her golden eyes fixed on Bibi Dong, who sat high on the throne.
The atmosphere inside the hall froze instantly.
The cardinals who were reporting to Bibi Dong exchanged bewildered glances as they sensed the sharp aura emanating from Qian Renxue.
They unconsciously took a few steps back, then lowered their heads and quickly left the main hall.
The heavy palace doors slowly closed behind us.
Only the two of them remained in the main hall.
Bibi Dong raised her eyelids and glanced at Qian Renxue. There was no surprise in her purple eyes, as if she had expected her to come.
She remained leaning back on the throne, composed, her fingers casually stroking the armrest, her voice neither warm nor cold. "What brings you to my Pope's Palace?"
"You have appointed Holy Son Saintess?"
Qian Renxue's voice wasn't loud, but it carried an arrogance and anger that came from the bottom of her bones.
"Yes." Bibi Dong's answer was brief and direct, without any explanation.
Qian Renxue's expression grew even colder, her voice icy. "Appointing two good-for-nothings as Holy Son and Saintess, don't you think you've utterly disgraced the Spirit Hall? I am the heir of the Angel Clan. Without the consent of our Worship Hall, do you think you can decide the successor to the Pope of the Spirit Hall?"
Bibi Dong snorted coldly, her gaze sharpening. "Times have changed. Xiao San and Nana fought bloody battles in the Slaughter City, obtaining the Divine Slaughter's Domain. Their talent and strength are worthy of the status of Holy Son and Saintess."
Qian Renxue's eyes blazed with even greater fury. "Trash is trash. They think they're invincible just because they obtained a Divine Slaughter's Domain? Compared to Tang San, they're nothing!"
Bibi Dong slowly stood up, a cold glint flashing in her purple eyes.
She looked down at Qian Renxue and said, "So what? I am the Pope, and choosing my successor is my own business."
She sneered, her gaze growing even more intense. "You think that just because you're a descendant of the Angel Clan, you're entitled to inherit everything? Nothing on this continent is ever a given."
Qian Renxue clenched her fists, staring intently at Bibi Dong: "You forced me to do this."
Bibi Dong tilted her head slightly, a hint of scrutiny in her eyes. "Forcing you? What do you want to do?"
"The Worship Hall will not recognize Zhang San and Hu Liena's status as Holy Son Saintess." Qian Renxue's voice was icy cold. "The Spirit Hall values strength above all else. I will prove in my own way who the true masters of the Spirit Hall are. The pride of the Angel Clan cannot be trampled upon by those two pieces of trash."
After saying that, she turned and walked out of the hall.
"Stop." Bibi Dong's voice came from behind.