Bibi Dong: I'm Not the Royal Consort! Say That Again and I'll Kill You!

"You're next, Di Tian!"

Chi Xiu walked step by step toward the enormous black dragon, a hundred meters long.

The Dragon God Phantom behind him grew increasingly distinct. The nobility and supremacy of its bloodline suppressed Di Tian so severely that he could barely breathe.

One had to know that the purity of his bloodline had always been Di Tian's greatest source of pride, yet today he had encountered the progenitor of the Dragon Clan's bloodline!

The massive black dragon's body kept twisting. Its four dragon claws nervously scratched at the ground, its tail drooped low, and in the blink of an eye, it no longer had the strength even to raise it.

Other than the Soul Beasts present, no one knew what kind of martial soul Chi Xiu had awakened.

But the shock brought by that martial soul was plain for all to see.

More than ten thousand Soul Beasts had knelt in unison. Who had ever seen such a scene?

Having lived for so many years, Chen Xin was speechless with shock for the first time in his life.

Chi Xiu had merely awakened his second martial soul, yet he already seemed to possess the majesty to command the world!

At this moment, he could no longer see through this child at all.

Even standing there himself, Chen Xin felt a trace of fear as he stared at Chi Xiu's back.

Bibi Dong stared blankly at Chi Xiu's back, her beautiful eyes shimmering.

Those words—"Don't be afraid. Stand behind me"—had left her mind in a daze from the start until now, unable to recover.

She somehow felt that Chi Xiu's figure could overlap with another person she had long kept in her heart.

Though she knew Chi Xiu was not that person.

No matter what, Bibi Dong could not believe that she had once again felt an unprecedented sense of security from a child...

Though she was the revered Pope, she had always lacked a sense of security.

"Di Tian!"

Chi Xiu shouted again.

The blood throughout the black dragon's body seemed to boil. The suppression of his bloodline nearly turned him into a cripple.

At last, the black dragon twisted and shrank, transforming into a tall adult man.

"M-Master! Spare me! Spare me!"

Di Tian knelt on the ground, bowing so low that his body was nearly pressed against it. Looking utterly terrified, he kept shuffling backward.

He could sense the purity of Chi Xiu's bloodline. It was even purer than that of the Silver Dragon King. At this moment, even if Chi Xiu's strength was low, so long as the bloodline pressure remained, Di Tian could not possibly harbor any disloyal thoughts.

The only thing he could do now was seek Chi Xiu's forgiveness—forgive his ignorance!

"Spare you? Where did that arrogance from before go?"

Chi Xiu demanded.

Di Tian looked up, completely panicked. After thinking for a moment, he decisively raised both hands and began slapping himself across the face again and again.

"This guilty subject knows his mistake! This guilty subject knows his mistake! This guilty subject knows his mistake!..."

To be honest, Di Tian's display of fear startled even Chi Xiu. Having read Douluo Continent, he naturally knew that the Dragon Clan placed immense importance on bloodlines, but he had not expected them to value them to this extent.

If Di Tian attacked him with all his strength, Chi Xiu would likewise have no power to resist.

What Chi Xiu did not know, however, was that so long as he, possessing such a noble bloodline, remained hostile toward Di Tian, Di Tian, whose bloodline was comparatively inferior, would be incapable of any resistance and could only let Chi Xiu slaughter him as he pleased.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

Chi Xiu turned back to look at the peerless woman sitting on the ground.

Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment before realizing Chi Xiu was calling her. Yet hearing him address her so respectfully in his current state felt rather strange.

She stood up and walked toward Chi Xiu, her long legs moving beneath her dress.

Di Tian looked up at Bibi Dong, not knowing what Chi Xiu intended to do.

"Little... why did you call me..."

Bibi Dong had originally wanted to call him little fellow, but it no longer seemed appropriate, so she hurriedly changed her wording.

"Hit him. However he attacked you just now, hit him back the same way."

Chi Xiu spoke calmly.

"Ah?"

A trace of bewilderment appeared on Bibi Dong's exquisite face.

Chi Xiu's thoughts were actually very simple. Regardless of Bibi Dong's position, based solely on how she had cared for and protected him just now, he had to help this woman vent her anger!

Whoever treated him well, he would treat them well. It was a very simple principle.

After Di Tian understood Chi Xiu's intention, not only was he not afraid, heartfelt joy appeared on his face instead, as though he had received Chi Xiu's forgiveness.

Kneeling on the ground and facing Bibi Dong, he said, "I'm sorry! Respected human Pope, I spoke insolently just now! I failed to recognize greatness when I saw it!"

"You must be the consort Master selected among humans! I'm sorry! Please hit me! Please use your strongest ability and hit me as hard as you can!"

Di Tian happily stepped forward and grabbed Bibi Dong's hand. Chi Xiu immediately kicked him. "Keep your hands to yourself!"

...Consort?!

Bibi Dong's eyes widened after hearing that. What the hell?

But this child did not deny it at all... Bibi Dong was instantly so embarrassed that she wished she could disappear. She awkwardly glanced at the many Soul Masters around her, who were already dumbfounded, and stood there breathing rapidly, her face red as an apple.

"I never expected His Holiness the Pope to look quite... quite cute when she's shy..."

Ghost Douluo could not help touching his chest, only to receive a sharp knock on the head from Chrysanthemum Douluo.

"Don't fucking talk nonsense!"

"Aren't you angry?"

Chi Xiu looked at Bibi Dong curiously.

"Of course I'm angry!"

Bibi Dong looked at Chi Xiu with shame and annoyance, a blush covering her fair cheeks.

Di Tian read the situation and hurriedly knelt down, shouting loudly.

"This guilty subject, Di Tian, begs the Royal Consort to punish him!"

"Pfft!" Chi Xiu held back a laugh.

Bibi Dong trembled with anger. Gritting her teeth and clenching her delicate fists, she was so embarrassed that she directly raised a long leg from beneath her skirt and kicked Di Tian in the face.

"I'm not the Royal Consort! Say that again and I'll kill you!"

"Th-Thank you... for your reward, Royal Consort!"

"You!"

Bibi Dong glared at Di Tian, then turned to glance at Chi Xiu. Chi Xiu could only awkwardly look away. Bibi Dong was so angry that her chest heaved violently, yet there was nothing she could do.

This was so humiliating!

Meanwhile, Di Tian gratefully kowtowed to Bibi Dong. After knocking his head on the ground dozens of times, he looked at Chi Xiu again and carefully observed his expression. Seeing that Chi Xiu's anger seemed to have subsided considerably, he immediately felt a burst of relief.

Bibi Dong picked up her scepter in embarrassment and anger, walking toward the people of Spirit Hall. Halfway there, she seemed to remember something and turned back to look at Chi Xiu.

"You... what's your name?"

"My name is Chi Xiu."

"Chi Xiu..."

Bibi Dong silently repeated those two words. Finally, she gave Chi Xiu a complicated look before turning away coldly.

"All members of Spirit Hall, heed my command. Withdraw!"

"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Watching the people of Spirit Hall leave, Chi Xiu stared at Di Tian and said coldly, "Di Tian."

"This guilty subject is here! This guilty subject is here!"

Di Tian hurriedly shuffled over on his knees to Chi Xiu.

"From now on, you are not allowed to cause trouble for any of the humans who appeared here today. Understand?"

"This guilty subject obeys!"

Chi Xiu dismissed his martial soul at the right moment, then turned to Chen Xin and the others, giving them a look as he prepared to leave.

Unexpectedly, an excited, clear, and pleasant voice rang out then.

"Please wait!"

Chi Xiu looked over and saw a girl in a white dress slowly walking out from among the Soul Beasts.

White hair, purple eyes—Gu Yuena!

Tears glistened in Gu Yuena's eyes as she spoke in a pitiful, tearful voice, "Master, don't go. Don't leave Na'er behind..."