The Dismissal of Bibi Dong as Pope, Imprisoned in the Dungeon!

The tip of the sword hummed softly as the lingering chill of countless ice swords receded slowly like a frozen tide.

"Cough, cough... Urgh—!"

A weak, agonized cough suddenly came from the core of the enormous iceberg, mixed with the piercing sound of cracking ice.

Crack! Crack-crack!

Countless spiderweb-like cracks suddenly spread across the iceberg's thick layers. A hand covered in shattered Purple Black Carapace and lined with frostbitten gashes abruptly reached out from deep within the ice.

Its fingers twisted and convulsed, its nails split apart as it clawed desperately at the ice, trying to drag its owner out of this frozen hell.

Then, an utterly bedraggled figure struggled out of the ice hole and crashed heavily onto the mirror-smooth ice.

It was Bibi Dong.

The Purple Gold Papal Robe that symbolized her supreme authority had long since been shredded, barely covering her body.

Her skin was covered in horrifying frostbite marks, mottled blue and purple.

Some wounds were so deep that bone was visible, covered by a thin layer of dim blue Ice Crystal.

The Death Spider Emperor True Body she had been so proud of had been completely shattered. Of her eight Spider Spears, only broken stumps remained at their roots, hanging limp and powerless.

Her once peerless face was now pale as paper, frozen bloodstains and ice fragments clinging to the corners of her mouth.

The overwhelming fury and killing intent in her deep purple eyes had been replaced by abyss-like weakness and incredulous terror.

She struggled to stand, but her legs seemed to have lost all feeling. Every attempt brought the grating sound of bone scraping against ice and searing pain that pierced her heart.

The vast Soul Power within her, once as boundless as the sea, now seemed pinned down by billions of ice needles, circulating with extreme difficulty and sluggishness.

Every breath felt as though she were inhaling ice spikes that pierced her lungs and organs.

She had lost...

Lost so thoroughly, so utterly without the power to resist...

Before the Divine Might of Ye Xian's Myriad Swords Ice Seal, the peak power of her Twin Martial Souls fusion, the Space Tear soul skill she had been so proud of, her dignity and pride as Pope...

Everything had been ruthlessly crushed by that freezing tide.

Bibi Dong raised her head, her purple eyes filled with bloodshot veins and ice crystals fixed fiercely on the cold, godlike figure above the Papal Palace.

A harsh, rasping sound came from her throat, filled with resentment and humiliation...

Ye Xian's gaze fell calmly upon the wretched Bibi Dong.

He slowly raised the Frost King Sword in his hand, its tip pointing toward the struggling figure atop the iceberg.

A faint yet incomparably condensed stream of icy blue light flowed silently across the blade, as though it could erupt at any moment and reduce everything before it to dust.

"Bibi Dong..."

Ye Xian's voice was not loud, yet it was like a frigid wind sweeping across the Ice Plain, piercing the dead silence and ringing clearly in the ears of every soul rendered speechless by shock.

"Twelve years ago, you secretly harmed the former Pope, Qian Xunji, and only then obtained the position of Pope."

"You murdered your master and seized his position, acting against all reason. Your crimes are unforgivable!"

"You are unworthy of the position of Pope!"

His words paused. His icy blue eyes swept over the frozen Papal Palace, over the countless guards below who had been turned into ice sculptures in various poses, before returning to Bibi Dong's face, twisted by humiliation and pain.

"Today, I, Ye Xian, Saint Son of Spirit Hall, hereby announce!"

"Bibi Dong is stripped of her position as Pope!"

His final words were like an invisible hammer of ice, smashing heavily into Bibi Dong's heart and the hearts of everyone who witnessed the scene.

"Pfft—!"

Bibi Dong could no longer suppress it. She spat out a mouthful of foul blood mixed with fragments of organs and ice crystals, her body convulsing violently.

Unworthy?

She was the dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, an unparalleled genius with Twin Martial Souls, yet she had been denounced as "unworthy" before everyone by an ant she could once have crushed with a casual flick of her hand?

And he was even going to strip her of her position as Pope.

Bibi Dong let out a beast-like roar.

"Ye Xian! You... you traitor!"

"You have no right!"

The remnants of Soul Power within her surged madly as she tried to gather them once more. Even if she could only self-destruct, she would drag down the one who had brought her endless humiliation.

Yet the only response was a point of cold starlight suddenly lighting up at the tip of Ye Xian's Frost King Sword.

Bzzzt—!

An extreme chill, far more condensed and terrifying than before, instantly locked onto her.

"Ah—!"

Bibi Dong let out a shriek so agonizing it no longer sounded human, as though billions of ice needles had pierced through her soul at once.

The thread of Soul Power she had just forcibly gathered instantly collapsed.

As though every bone in her body had been removed, she crumpled completely onto the freezing ground, curling into a ball. All that remained were uncontrollable spasms and pained groans.

That freezing power which penetrated deep into her soul completely stripped away her last possibility of resistance.

"Take her away!"

Ye Xian's imposing voice descended at once, as though he were ordering someone to dispose of trash.

"Spirit Hall dungeon, ninth level, Ice Prison."

He would make Bibi Dong suffer the pain he had endured when he fell into that ice cave years ago!

Ye Xian turned his gaze toward the edge of the plaza, where the Red-Robed Bishops and City Guards commanders had already been so terrified by the sight before them that their souls had nearly fled their bodies.

"Y-Yes... yes! We obey... we obey the Saint Son's command!"

A somewhat braver Red-Robed Bishop was the first to react. He practically scrambled out on his hands and knees, his voice trembling beyond recognition as he roared at the equally pale-faced guards behind him.

"What are you standing there for? Hurry and take the Po... take Bibi Dong away! Throw her into the ninth level of the dungeon!"

Several guards approached the iceberg trembling.

The moment they touched the ice radiating bone-deep cold, they could not help but shudder.

They took out heavy, specially made shackles capable of sealing off part of one's Soul Power and clumsily fastened them around Bibi Dong's battered, weakened wrists and ankles.

Throughout the entire process, Bibi Dong did not even have the strength to struggle. She could only stare fixedly at Ye Xian with eyes full of hatred and despair.

Once the heavy shackles locked shut, the guards dragged the once-lofty Pope down from the iceberg with difficulty, heading toward the depths of Spirit Hall, toward the dungeon that symbolized endless darkness and despair.

The entire plaza fell into an even stranger silence.

The sound of shackles scraping across the ice was like the lingering echo of a funeral bell, declaring the end of an era.

At the instant Bibi Dong was dragged out of sight.

Thud! Thud!

A series of dull impacts as knees struck the ground shattered the silence.

Ye Xian looked over and saw Elder Yue Guan, whom he had severely injured earlier, as well as Gui Mei, who had fled!

Yue Guan's face was as gray as a corpse's, yet he used the last of his strength to struggle up from the freezing ground.

Then, without hesitation, he knelt in Ye Xian's direction.

His forehead pressed tightly against the frozen earth, his body shaking violently from pain and fear.

"Saint... Saint Son..."

Yue Guan's voice was hoarse and broken, filled with unprecedented fear and humility.

"This subordinate, Yue Guan, was deceived by Bibi Dong and committed a grave mistake! I deserve ten thousand deaths!"