Bibi Dong, the Rejected One

"Is the person who proposed this plan brain-damaged?"

Under the watchful eyes of more than half of Spirit Hall's upper echelon, the boy casually uttered those words.

The entire hall fell deathly silent!

Whether elders or worshippers, everyone present stared in shock with their mouths agape. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo even sucked in sharp breaths.

Even Bibi Dong, seated upon the Pontiff's Throne, could not help but tremble as her beautiful eyes widened.

This brat, this brat!

He actually said Guang Ling Douluo was brain-damaged to his face??

This had to be a joke, right?

Even the former Pope had treated this man with courtesy.

He was Spirit Hall's Fourth Worshipper, one of the strongest beings on the continent!

The smile on Guang Ling Douluo's face gradually stiffened.

For a moment, he wondered whether he had misheard.

Had he just been insulted?

How many years—how many ages had passed since anyone dared insult him to his face?

And now, a six-year-old child had called him brain-damaged?

"B-boy, you had better... better have a reason that satisfies me. Otherwise..."

Guang Ling Douluo suppressed the killing intent in his heart. The ice crystals over his eye began to tremble and fall as he coldly stared at the innocent-looking boy.

He would have his subordinates go all out later.

This brat would spend his next life confined to a bed!!

"My lord, can't even you see it? I thought you were a smart man."

The white-haired boy spread his hands helplessly, pity in his gaze as he looked at Guang Ling Douluo.

Hiss—

Everyone present drew in a sharp breath. Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo's hearts trembled, and they practically wanted to rush over and cover Su Chen's mouth.

Hey, white-haired brat, this wasn't part of the plan!

Was tugging the tiger's whiskers once not enough? Now you were standing on his head and plucking out his fur?

There were better ways to court death!!

"Good, good, good. Boy, you're something else. I'd like to hear what insight you have. If you can't explain yourself..."

Guang Ling Douluo laughed in extreme anger, saying "good" three times in succession. The handsome youth's face was clouded with icy gloom.

Even with his self-restraint, he could not endure being looked down upon with pity by a child.

He had already decided that the boy would die later!

"Insight would be overstating it. Just a few thoughts."

Su Chen shrugged, his black eyes sweeping across the crowd. "May I ask, my lords: if a nation had, since ancient times, stood first among all nations, receiving the worship and tribute of those around it while its might shook the world..."

"Then when a small nation offended it, what should that nation do?"

An elder spoke dismissively. "Naturally, strike with thunderous force and destroy it."

But the instant the words left his mouth, he remembered something and hurriedly fell silent.

"Excellent. This lord is quite clever."

But Su Chen had no intention of letting him off so easily.

The white-haired boy smiled at him. "Then what if that small nation had also killed the king of that nation?"

By then, how could anyone fail to understand? The nation he referred to was Spirit Hall.

And that small nation was naturally the Clear Sky Sect.

"I-I think... it should... it should be destroyed..."

The speaking elder's face went pale, his lips trembling as he could not force out another word.

Because directly opposite him, an incomparably cold single eye was staring at him.

"Excellent, excellent. As expected of an elder of Spirit Hall."

Su Chen nodded in satisfaction, then looked toward the others.

"Look, you know it, I know it, and every other small nation knows it. They are all waiting for this nation to use overwhelming force to eliminate every unstable factor that dares offend it, especially after such a blood feud."

"Under such circumstances, if the nation not only fails to act swiftly but instead seeks to win over other small nations as allies, then... what does that represent?"

The boy's voice was soft, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.

What did it represent?

It represented that you no longer had the strength to remain the overlord!

You would become prey for other nations to tear apart.

"Perhaps bowing one's head can spare many Soul Masters the risk of death, but it will also plant endless future disasters. Countless challengers will come to challenge the overlord's authority!"

The boy's voice was clear and bright, yet it boomed like spring thunder from his tongue. Everyone was drenched in cold sweat, struggling to breathe, yet abruptly enlightened.

Seeing that no one spoke, the boy looked again at the livid Guang Ling Douluo and blinked. "My lord, you still haven't told me who proposed this foolish plan."

"Something even a six-year-old child like me can see, yet he cannot? His intentions are deserving of condemnation!"

"So, I suggest that whoever said this be expelled from Spirit Hall. Otherwise, who knows when Spirit Hall might one day be dragged into an abyss by some foolish decision."

"Wouldn't you agree?"

Holy shit!

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo nearly had their legs go weak with fright.

It was one thing to insult him to his face, but what was this supposed to mean?

You were not just killing him—you were attacking his heart too?

Were you really not afraid that he would kill you with one palm strike?!

There was no way they could save him in time!!!

Upon the Pontiff's Throne, Bibi Dong leaned forward, clenching her delicate fists in excitement. Her beautiful eyes shone as she stared unblinkingly at the white-haired boy amid the crowd.

Su Chen's words had spoken directly to her heart.

And seeing Guang Ling's livid expression, His Holiness the Pope felt as delighted and refreshed as Natsuhi drinking an iced beverage. Her long legs crossed as a captivating smile bloomed across her exquisitely beautiful face.

She felt incomparably delighted.

No matter what, she was determined to claim this child—and protect him.

Even if she had to make a scene at Qian Daoliu's place, she would not hesitate!

Guang Ling Douluo's chest rose and fell violently. The muscles in his face twitched, and his expression twisted grotesquely, leaving none of his former handsome appearance.

Chrysanthemum Douluo had been right. Guang Ling truly wanted to kill this little brat himself.

But that was no longer possible.

Not to mention that, from just now, more than four auras had locked onto him.

Guang Ling had a premonition that if he made even the slightest unusual move—even releasing a trace of oppressive aura—someone would intervene.

Moreover, if he truly killed Spirit Hall's future genius in full view of everyone, and did so out of humiliation and rage, then Spirit Hall would likely have no place left for him.

"Huff..."

After calming down slightly, Guang Ling Douluo restrained his killing intent, only to feel utterly stifled.

Being cursed to his face was one thing, but the key was that he had no way to refute it.

No matter how unwilling he was, he understood that his approach would indeed bring calamity upon Spirit Hall.

But being lectured by a six-year-old child—even if the brat was a genius—had utterly ruined his dignity.

He could practically see the trembling figures around him.

Were they lowering their heads to laugh at him?

These damned bastards!

"Hmph. Boy, don't forget the main matter. I hope your strength is as sharp as your tongue!"

Guang Ling coldly watched the white-haired, black-eyed boy, a cruel smile flickering across his lips.

"I hope you can still be this smug later."

It was inconvenient for him to act, but that did not mean others could not.

Everyone's hearts tightened at his words.

That was right. No matter how eloquent he was, strength remained the highest priority.

Whether he was truly as monstrous as Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo had described would be the main event.

"Then let us proceed to the plaza. Whether he is a dragon or a snake, we shall know at a glance."

A peerlessly cool voice descended from above. His Holiness the Pope slowly rose, her graceful figure perfectly outlined beneath her papal robes. Her jade-like hand lightly gripped her scepter as she took elegant steps forward, her figure swaying as she approached.

Wherever she passed, everyone lowered their heads and made way.

When she passed Su Chen, she slowly stopped and bent down, a breathtaking smile appearing on her lovely face.

"Little one, once this test is over, come see me alone. I can grant you one request."

"If you win, there will be a reward as well."

A refreshing fragrance washed over him. The boy could even feel the sweet breath between those crimson lips and pearly teeth brushing against his face.

Su Chen frowned slightly and took half a step back, putting some distance between himself and Bibi Dong. He cupped his hands lightly. "Thank you, Your Holiness the Pope. I will not disappoint you."

If she wanted to speak, she could speak. Why did this woman have to get so close?

Bibi Dong's breathing hitched.

Clearly, the boy's reaction had completely exceeded her expectations.

Had she... been rejected?

His Holiness the Pope was somewhat stunned.

Among the young men and women of Spirit Hall, which one did not flock to her? Setting aside her status and strength, in terms of appearance alone, there could not possibly be anyone in the world capable of ignoring her.

Bibi Dong had that confidence.

Yet the boy's half-step retreat and frown were not an act. From the bottom of his heart, he truly did not wish to get close to her.

"This truly is... a first."

The corners of His Holiness the Pope's lips curved upward slightly. She found Su Chen even more interesting now.