Long Live Her Holiness the Pope

A peerless empress, her spirit swallowed mountains and rivers, gazing down upon the world.

Though she was not tall, the aura around her seemed to vie with heaven and earth in grandeur.

The furious strike of a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo had failed to shake her in the slightest. Without even taking a single step, she sent him flying.

"Cough, cough, cough. Bibi Dong, cough, cough, I truly underestimated you. If I gave you another three to five years, you might really have been able to kill me. But unfortunately, you do not know how to endure." Qian Daoliu steadied himself and looked at Bibi Dong as he spoke.

Even now, he remained arrogant and confident.

Because he had absolute faith in the god he worshipped.

"Ninth Soul Skill, Angel Descent." With an angry roar, a sacred and ancient aura seemed to descend from antiquity, intent on purifying all evil in the world.

In an instant, that powerful and ancient aura spread throughout the entirety of Spirit City.

Everyone, regardless of their strength, sensed this power.

Ye Han froze, then scooped Ye Qingxin into his arms and instantly appeared by the window, leaning out to look outside.

"Holy shit, is that Angel Descent?"

Ye Han stared at the sky, his gaze narrowing as he muttered under his breath.

Ye Qingxin's beautiful eyes widened, her soft red lips parting slightly as she gazed blankly at the Six-Winged Angel in the sky.

Just then, a massive black figure appeared. Her features were blurred beyond recognition. All they could see was her open her mouth and take a fierce breath toward the angel in the sky. Then, there was nothing else.

The skies cleared, the rain stopped, and the majestic "angel," as imposing as heavenly might itself, turned into a streak of light and was swallowed by her.

All strange phenomena vanished.

"Damn, what a terrifying aura."

Ye Han could not help swallowing as he looked at the stunning woman in his arms. Seeing her pale face and wide-open mouth, like a fish gasping out of water, he immediately stopped moving.

He gently held her in his embrace and turned his gaze toward the window.

Time passed. No more abnormalities appeared, and Ye Qingxin gradually recovered.

Ye Han smiled faintly.

Papal Hall.

Bibi Dong stretched her long legs and slowly descended from the high platform of the Papal Hall.

At this moment, her aura was completely restrained. She seemed like an incomparably elegant beauty, untouched by the dust of the mortal world.

Her crystal heels clicked against the floor, creating a crisp and rhythmic tapping sound.

Qian Daoliu lay on the ground, his eyes unfocused and blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He had lost.

Not only had he lost, but his confidence had been shattered, and his faith trampled beneath another's feet.

"Do you know this person?" Bibi Dong had initially intended to kill Qian Daoliu outright, but then she seemed to recall something, and her cold voice rang out.

Hearing that, Qian Daoliu turned his head to look.

Bibi Dong held an unfurled painting in her hand. Within it was a woman in red, vividly lifelike.

Seeing that familiar yet unfamiliar, incomparably beautiful face, Qian Daoliu's pupils shrank slightly.

"You... how do you know her?"

Qian Daoliu asked weakly.

"Qian Daoliu, I am the one asking questions now. Tell me who she is. Perhaps I will spare you." Bibi Dong said coldly.

For some reason, however, Qian Daoliu sensed a hint of urgency in her voice.

"Her name is Bo Saixi. What, do you have a grudge against her?" Qian Daoliu said.

As he spoke, he struggled to rise.

But upon hearing his words, killing intent almost took tangible form in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Boom!

A violent aura burst from her body like a towering mountain, crushing down fiercely upon Qian Daoliu.

"Where is she?"

Those four words seemed to have been squeezed out through clenched teeth.

Bibi Dong had engraved the name Bo Saixi deeply in her heart. For revenge, she had made another trip to Slaughter City, but unfortunately, those two had long since left.

Now that she had obtained a clue about that woman from Qian Daoliu, Bibi Dong was naturally overjoyed.

"Ha ha ha! Cough, cough, cough. It seems you truly have a grudge against her. Cough, cough. Let me tell you the truth: she is invincible in the ocean. You are still far from her equal." Qian Daoliu was pinned to the ground by Bibi Dong's powerful aura, blood continuously spilling from his mouth, yet he laughed wildly.

Bang!

Bibi Dong frowned. Soul Power burst from her hand and sent the noisy Qian Daoliu flying.

"Invincible in the ocean? Then I will become a god. Bo Saixi, I will make you repay the humiliation I suffered a hundredfold."

Bibi Dong's cold, merciless voice, filled with hatred and killing intent, echoed through the empty hall.

Step by step, Bibi Dong walked toward her throne. With a sweep of her arm, she spun gracefully, and the hem of her luxurious ceremonial gown bloomed like a flower as she descended onto the throne. Then an unfathomable, vast pressure erupted from her body and directly enveloped the Worship Hall.

"All offerings, report to the Papal Hall immediately for deliberation." Bibi Dong imitated Qian Daoliu's voice and spoke coldly.

Before long, eight tall figures arrived together.

The moment they entered the Papal Hall, they saw Qian Daoliu lying on the ground, barely clinging to life.

The eight offerings all sucked in a breath, their eyes full of disbelief as they looked toward the beautiful woman seated upon the throne.

"Th-this, Pope... who injured the Chief Offering so badly?" Golden Alligator Douluo, a level ninety-eight Douluo, swallowed hard and cautiously asked the woman on the throne.

Bibi Dong said nothing.

Her perfect body, wrapped in golden ceremonial robes, slowly rose. One Soul Ring appeared—red. Then two Soul Rings appeared—red.

Gulp!~

A chorus of swallowing echoed through the hall.

The eight offerings stared dumbfoundedly at the nine red Soul Rings pulsing around Bibi Dong, all wearing expressions as though they had seen a ghost.

"From today onward, the Worship Hall will be dismantled."

Bibi Dong's voice rang out.

The eight offerings listened blankly, their faces devoid of expression.

"Who agrees? Who opposes?"

Those cold, merciless words were like an icy wind from the depths of hell, brushing across their bodies and making them all shudder.

When they looked at Bibi Dong again, each of their pupils contracted.

They discovered that the woman's figure had vanished, replaced by a black hole capable of devouring all things. It was terrifying and mysterious, radiating a heart-palpitating power.

"I... agree."

The Third Offering immediately dropped to his knees.

Once someone took the lead, others naturally followed.

In the blink of an eye, the only people still standing in the entire hall were Golden Alligator Douluo and Bibi Dong.

"Seems you do not agree with my proposal." Bibi Dong said.

Her voice sounded calm, yet it sent chills down one's spine.

As soon as she finished speaking, she extended a jade-like hand, which transformed into a massive black python that lunged directly at Golden Alligator Douluo.

Golden Alligator's face changed drastically. He discovered that his Soul Power was rapidly draining away, while the surrounding space had been completely sealed. He could neither escape nor evade.

Bang!

At the very last instant, Golden Alligator bent his knees and dropped to the ground, shouting, "Long live Her Holiness the Pope! Long live Her Holiness the Pope! Long, long live Her Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong's lips twitched. Golden Alligator's spineless behavior nearly made her laugh.

Suppressing the delight in her heart, she swept her arm. The black python moved as naturally as an extension of her arm, shifting with her gesture. Its intangible body became solid as it slammed into Golden Alligator, swatting him away as though he were a fly.

Golden Alligator rolled far away, then quickly scrambled back up. With the joy of having survived a disaster on his face, he knelt down in terror and said, "Thank you, Your Holiness, for sparing my life."

"Mm. Swallow these."

With a flick of her hand, nine pills covered in spiderweb-like patterns landed before them.

"Your Holiness, th-this is?" Thousand Jun Douluo, the Sixth Offering, picked up one of the pills from the floor and asked hesitantly.

"Good stuff."

Bibi Dong replied indifferently, impatience already appearing in her eyes as killing intent flickered around her.

Good stuff!

Like hell we believe that!

The eight of them cursed inwardly.

However, Bibi Dong's state gave them a fright, and they did not dare hesitate any longer.

Though unwilling and filled with fear of the unknown, they swallowed the pills one after another.

Only then did Bibi Dong nod in satisfaction. "Give that last one to Qian Daoliu."

Golden Alligator picked up the pill and walked toward the unconscious Qian Daoliu. Then he heard Bibi Dong speak in an alluring tone, "As long as you obey my orders, that pill will not only do you no harm, but it will also help increase the speed at which you cultivate Soul Power. But if any of you harbor ulterior motives, does anyone wish to test the consequences?"

Everyone remained silent. Golden Alligator immediately stuffed the pill into Qian Daoliu's mouth.

Better to suffer together than alone. Blessings and hardships should be shared. They were all brothers, so whatever consequences came, they would bear them together.

Though Bibi Dong was a woman, her methods were iron-blooded and overwhelmingly domineering.

From this moment onward, Spirit Hall was truly unified.

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