Li Bai Drove Bibi Dong Away! River Sword from Heaven!

Rumble—!

A massive roar erupted out of nowhere, like thunder from the nine heavens roaring in unison, making the entire wine house tremble slightly.

Before Bibi Dong and Hu Liena could figure out what had happened, they discovered in horror that the space above their heads seemed to have split open into a gigantic rift.

Then—

Endless murky waves, carrying a vast and irresistible Momentum, actually came pouring down from the heavens!

This was not an ordinary manifestation of Soul Power, but a towering tidal wave that seemed truly real.

"Rushing Torrent to the Sea Never Returns!"

Li Bai's second line of poetry fell.

The Yellow River water filling the sky instantly transformed into a roaring, furious dragon, surging straight toward Bibi Dong and Hu Liena with crushing force.

"What?!"

Chen Xin, who had been seated across from Li Bai, abruptly rose to his feet, crushing the wine cup in his hand into powder.

"This is... the Power of Heaven and Earth?"

"Words Follow Law?"

Chen Xin was horrified. This ability to invoke a heavenly phenomenon completely surpassed his understanding of soul skills.

Bibi Dong, who bore the brunt of it, was even more pale-faced.

The terrifying pressure rushing toward her made the Rakshasa Divine Power within her tremble wildly in warning.

She had never imagined that she had come in utmost sincerity, only to receive such a thunderous strike in return.

"Sword Immortal Li! It's me!"

As Bibi Dong circulated her Soul Power to resist the immense force, she shouted anxiously.

"I'm Bibi Dong! Bibi Dong, Pope of Spirit Hall!"

"We've worked together before. Have you forgotten?"

She could not understand. She was bewildered.

Although Wonderful Sound Pavilion and Spirit Hall had not been especially close before, they had still done business together, and Li Bai had always treated her courteously.

Why had he attacked without a word the moment they met today?

Yet Li Bai still did not turn around.

He merely flicked his sleeve, his tone as indifferent as though he were driving away a fly.

"Leave the wine house."

Four simple words.

Yet they carried the authority of heavenly law.

Boom!

The Yellow River water instantly accelerated, and its immense pushing force surged severalfold.

Bibi Dong felt her chest tighten, and the injuries she had only just suppressed nearly flared up again.

She understood that if she did not retreat, the flood would truly crush her without mercy.

"Go!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, grabbed Hu Liena, who had already been frightened senseless, and rapidly retreated.

The two looked utterly bedraggled as the current practically "sent" them out through the doors of the Green Lotus Wine House. They were forced all the way back to the middle of the street before the phenomenon slowly faded.

Whoosh—!

The commoners and soul masters who had already been watching from the street immediately erupted into an uproar upon seeing this scene.

"Was that... His Holiness the Pope?"

"My heavens, the Pope of Spirit Hall was actually driven out of a wine house?"

"Who is that man in white? He's insanely powerful!"

Countless gazes focused on Bibi Dong, filled with curiosity, shock, and a faint hint of schadenfreude.

Standing in the middle of the street, Bibi Dong felt her face burn with humiliation.

As the Pope of Spirit Hall, when had she ever suffered such disgrace?

She had been driven out in full view of everyone, as if she were being swept out the door.

She clenched the scepter in her hand so tightly that her knuckles turned white, nearly biting her lips until they bled.

She suddenly raised her head and stared at the figure still drinking on the second floor, her voice brimming with suppressed fury.

"Li Bai! What do you mean by this?"

"I, Bibi Dong, have never offended you. Why are you humiliating me like this?"

Chen Xin was now standing by the window as well. He looked down at Bibi Dong, then at Li Bai, his eyes full of confusion.

That was the Pope of Spirit Hall. Was Li Bai really giving her no face at all?

Faced with Bibi Dong's questioning—

Li Bai finally put down his wine cup.

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly traveled down the entire street and into everyone's ears.

"Bibi Dong is not permitted inside."

Bibi Dong trembled with rage, her chest heaving violently.

"Give me a reason!"

Li Bai turned his head. For the first time, a faint ripple appeared in those deep eyes.

But it was only a trace of indifference.

"Bibi Dong, you offended our Dean."

"Step back."

The entire scene fell deathly silent.

Bibi Dong froze.

Chen Xin froze as well.

Dean?

What Dean?

Bibi Dong was utterly confused, her face full of astonishment and incomprehension.

"Dean? Aren't you the Pavilion Master of Wonderful Sound Pavilion?"

"Who in this world could possibly be your Dean?"

Li Bai was already an unparalleled expert ranked seventh on the Spirit Ranking. His strength was unfathomable, and he possessed twin God-level Spirits.

A figure like him should have been the overlord of a region. He could even have founded his own sect and become a revered patriarch.

How could he possibly serve beneath another?

Moreover, judging from Li Bai's tone, he held this so-called "Dean" in the highest esteem. Bibi Dong had merely offended that "Dean," and Li Bai would not even allow her through the door.

It was simply inconceivable!

"Li Bai, have you made a mistake?"

Bibi Dong still tried to argue.

"I've been handling sect affairs these past few days. When have I ever met any Dean?"

But Li Bai no longer paid her any attention.

The curtains by the window descended under an invisible burst of force, cutting off every gaze.

Only a faint sentence remained, echoing in the wind.

"There is no use saying more. Please leave."

Bibi Dong stood where she was, her complexion shifting between green and white before finally darkening into a deep gloom.

"Dean..."

She repeatedly turned the two words over in her mind, and a trace of wariness flashed through her eyes.

If someone could make a figure like Li Bai bow his head in service—

How terrifying must that mysterious "Dean" truly be?

Deep within the imperial palace of the Great Tang Empire.

Inside an incomparably luxurious bedchamber.

Sunlight filtered through pale golden gauze curtains, spilling across the broad, soft Dragon Bed.

Qian Yu felt as if his head were splitting apart, as though someone had smashed him hard with a club.

He opened his eyes groggily, only to see the familiar bright-yellow bed curtains.

And the elegant scent in the air, a unique blend of Dragon Saliva Incense and some precious floral fragrance.

This was not his room.

Qian Yu jolted awake and instinctively tried to sit up.

However, an arm as delicate as white jade lay across his chest, carrying a languid weight.

He turned his head.

There, lying defenselessly at his side, was Wu Zetian, the Great Tang Empress who usually ruled the world with majesty and killed with ruthless decisiveness.

Her cloudlike hair was casually scattered across the pillow. Her exquisitely beautiful face still bore a faint flush that had yet to fade, while a satisfied and serene smile curved her lips.

Most fatal of all—

The Imperial Robe she should have been properly dressed in was nowhere to be seen.

Beneath the brocade quilt, large stretches of snow-white skin appeared and disappeared from view.

Especially those long, smooth jade-like legs, which were brazenly draped over his own. Where their skin touched, he felt a delicate, warm sensation.

This is bad...