Snow Empress VS Bibi Dong! Yu Xiaogang, a Stray Dog!

Dead silence.

The entire venue was silent as death.

Even Xue Qinghe's eyes widened as he stared at Lu Ming like he had seen a ghost.

What was he saying?

He called the Pope... old?

Was he tired of living?

Bibi Dong's stunningly beautiful face twisted instantly.

For a woman—especially one of high status who cared deeply about her appearance—

the word "old" was absolutely the greatest taboo.

"You're courting death!!"

Bibi Dong erupted completely.

She no longer cared about her status or the consequences.

Right now, she only wanted to tear this ignorant bastard before her into ten thousand pieces!

Boom!

Two yellow, two purple, four black, one red!

Nine Spirit Rings rose from beneath Bibi Dong's feet in an instant.

That scarlet Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring radiated a suffocatingly bloody aura.

At the same time.

The phantom of a savage, terrifying Death Spider Emperor appeared behind her.

"Second Soul Skill, Death Spider Armor!"

Bibi Dong showed no mercy whatsoever.

She began with Martial Soul Possession and even drew upon the power of her Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring.

Purple-black poisonous mist instantly spread through the air.

The killing intent of a top-tier powerhouse made the surrounding commoners roll their eyes back and faint on the spot.

Even a Soul Elder like Dai Mubai was crushed flat against the ground, unable to move.

"Die!"

The scepter in Bibi Dong's hand transformed into a spear and shot toward Lu Ming's throat with world-destroying force.

This strike.

Was enough to instantly kill any powerhouse below the rank of Titled Douluo.

Xue Qinghe wanted to intervene, but under that oppressive pressure, even moving a finger was difficult.

Was Lu Ming about to die here?

Just as the deadly spear was about to pierce Lu Ming.

A hand, white as jade.

Suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

It lightly grasped the spear filled with terrifying Soul Power.

There was no earth-shattering explosion.

Nor was there any clash of energy.

It was as effortless as pinching a straw.

"Before me."

"You dare lay a hand on him?"

The cold voice was like a divine decree descending from the nine heavens.

At some point.

The woman in white, who had been quietly standing beside Lu Ming, had stepped in front of him.

Snow Empress.

She had not even summoned her Martial Soul.

With only that slender hand, she had blocked Bibi Dong's furious attack.

Bibi Dong's pupils shrank to pinpoints.

How was this possible?!

Even that old fossil Qian Daoliu could not have taken this strike so easily!

Who was this woman?!

"Scram."

The Snow Empress parted her red lips slightly.

And uttered a single word.

The next moment.

An indescribably frigid aura erupted from her without warning.

It was not ordinary cold.

It was absolute zero, capable of freezing even souls and space-time!

Emperor's Palm, Great Cold Without Snow!

Crack, crack—

The Death Spider Armor on Bibi Dong's body was instantly covered in cracks.

The purple-black poisonous mist froze directly into ice crystals, falling to the ground and shattering into powder.

"Pfft!"

Bibi Dong felt an irresistible force crash into her.

Like a kite with its string severed, she was sent flying hundreds of meters away.

She slammed viciously into a high-rise at the end of the street.

Boom!

The building collapsed instantly, turning into a pile of ruins.

Dust billowed everywhere.

Yet it was swiftly frozen as well, drifting down in scattered flakes.

The entirety of Vermilion Bird Street had become a world of ice and snow.

A thick layer of ice covered the ground.

Every building was draped in icicles.

The Snow Empress withdrew her hand and lightly dusted off nonexistent dirt.

Her expression was as though she had just swatted a fly to death.

"A mere spider."

"And you dare bare your fangs and claws in this frozen land?"

The entire scene.

Once again fell into deathly silence.

Everyone's mouths hung open, so stunned they did not even notice their jaws had nearly dropped.

Xue Qinghe was completely dumbfounded.

He stared at that white figure standing amid the wind and snow like a deity.

His mind was utterly blank.

That was Bibi Dong!

The Pope with Twin Martial Souls!

Someone even his grandfather, Qian Daoliu, feared to some extent!

And yet...

She had been sent flying with a single slap?

What kind of monster... was this woman?

Was this the foundation of Jixia Academy?

Was this Lu Ming's...

Meanwhile, Yu Xiaogang, not far away.

Still maintained his straight-backed posture.

But his face had twisted completely from extreme terror.

The backing he had always been so proud of.

The strongest woman in his heart.

Had actually been swatted away like a fly?

"Th-This is impossible..."

Yu Xiaogang's legs gave out, and he dropped to his knees on the ice with a thud.

The bone-piercing chill seeped from his knees into his marrow.

But he could no longer feel the pain.

Because his entire worldview had completely collapsed at that moment.

Watching this scene, Lu Ming shook his head helplessly.

He walked over to Snow Empress and reached out to smooth her slightly disheveled bangs.

"Didn't we agree we were just going shopping?"

"Why did you start fighting again?"

Snow Empress raised her chin slightly, a trace of haughty pride flashing through her cool eyes.

"She wanted to kill you."

"Not killing her was already me giving that blonde girl some face."

As she spoke, she gave Xue Qinghe a meaningful glance.

Xue Qinghe shuddered all over.

She knew Snow Empress was saying it for her to hear.

If she had not been present, Bibi Dong would likely have become an ice sculpture by now.

Lu Ming smiled and turned around.

He looked at the disheveled figure struggling to get up amid the ruins.

"Your Eminence the Pope."

"Young people these days shouldn't be so hot-tempered."

"It's easy to... catch a chill."

A blow that killed the heart.

Upon hearing those words, Bibi Dong, amid the ruins, spat out another mouthful of blood.

Partly from rage.

And partly from fright.

She stared fixedly at Snow Empress.

The venom in her eyes had vanished, replaced by deep wariness and fear.

A cold wind swept across Vermilion Bird Street. The once bustling tea stall was now left with only glittering shards of ice scattered across the ground and a deathly silence.

Yu Xiaogang knelt on both knees on the ice. The bone-piercing chill had long seeped through his trousers, yet he seemed completely numb to it.

His vacant gaze remained fixed on the distant pile of rubble—the direction Bibi Dong had been sent flying, and the place where the last straw he had to cling to had snapped in his heart.

That woman, once omnipotent in his eyes, who had even been willing to stand against the entire world for him, could not even withstand a single slap from the other party's maid.

Fear surged into his heart like a tide, instantly drowning what little pathetic pride Yu Xiaogang had left.

His entire body began trembling uncontrollably, his teeth chattering with a clacking sound.

If he didn't run, he would die.

Once that thought appeared, it grew wildly through his mind like weeds.

Yu Xiaogang did not even dare look at Lu Ming again. Using both hands and feet, he scrambled up from the ground, looking as pathetic as a stray dog.

"Teacher?"

Dai Mubai was still lying on the ground. He struggled to lift his head, only to see Yu Xiaogang's fleeing figure.