The Pajama-Clad Pope Gets Humiliated Online, Liu Erlong Laughs Herself Crazy

[All Group Chat members may teleport to the Group Chat's Virtual Combat Space, where the Group Leader will be selected through force.]

[Once the selection begins, the virtual space will livestream the proceedings to the Chat Group in real time.]

[Teleport?]

[Yes] [No]

Li Yifei's eyes instantly lit up as he looked at the updated rules on the light screen.

There were rewards, and they did not sound like a one-time thing.

Now this was interesting.

Meanwhile, inside the Spirit Hall's bedchamber.

Bibi Dong looked at the insults directed at her on the screen, then at the words "select the Group Leader through force." An icy curve appeared on her breathtakingly beautiful face.

"Heh."

A disdainful sneer echoed through the empty bedchamber.

Force?

In this world, aside from those few old monsters who had hidden themselves away, who would dare talk about force in front of her?

Without the slightest hesitation, she made her choice with a thought: [Yes].

In an instant, an irresistible pull seized her, and her figure vanished from the soft lounge chair.

The next second, her vision cleared.

Bibi Dong found herself standing on a vast, boundless circular platform of pure white.

The platform was made of some unknown, glossy material. Around it stretched a deep, endless void, dotted with distant stars, as though this place were the center of the universe.

She examined her body. Her Soul Power was abundant, her mind clear, and she did not feel the slightest suppression.

That put her completely at ease.

Her gaze swept across the empty platform, and the contempt in Bibi Dong's eyes grew even stronger.

With a thought, she sent a message directly into the Group Chat.

[Bibi Dong: A pack of rats that only dare to shriek from dark corners.]

[Bibi Dong: @Is Jade Not Jade, weren't you going to take my head? I'm right here. Come!]

[Bibi Dong: @Bunny Is So Cute, you want to avenge your mother? I'll give you the chance. Come kill me!]

Her words were blades, precisely stabbing at everyone who had provoked her, filled with lofty, overbearing defiance.

The Chat Group instantly exploded.

Blue Tyrant Academy, inside an elegant bedroom.

"Bang!"

Liu Erlong slammed her palm onto the mahogany table beside her, and cracks instantly spread across the hard tabletop.

"That damned old hag!"

Her eyes nearly spat fire, her chest heaving violently. She was clearly furious.

[Is Jade Not Jade: Bibi Dong! Just you wait! I, Liu Erlong, will remember today's humiliation! Once my cultivation succeeds, I will grind your bones to dust!]

Nuoding Academy, inside Xiao Wu's dormitory.

"Argh! I'm so mad!"

Xiao Wu grabbed her scorpion braid and stomped furiously on the spot.

[Bunny Is So Cute: Bad woman! Don't get cocky! I'll definitely kill you!]

Despite their rage, neither of them was foolish.

The Group Chat's prompt was perfectly clear. No one would truly die in the virtual space, but the enormous gap in their real strength meant that if they entered, they would only suffer a one-sided beating.

They did not want to endure that helpless humiliation of being unable to fight back.

[World's Number One Princess: My, my, His Holiness the Pope sure has quite a temper.]

Ning Rongrong crossed her legs, munching on fruit as she watched the show with great interest.

Meanwhile, atop a ruined high-rise in Australia.

Li Yifei stroked his chin as he watched the livestream. Looking at the stunningly beautiful Pope in purple pajamas, radiating endless majesty, he gave an objective assessment.

"Pretty face, incredible figure, and a full-on queenly aura. High score."

Still, what he cared about more was the "Group Leader reward."

"Finally, something worthwhile."

He stood up and stretched his body, which was covered by Black God Battle Armor. It gave off a series of soft cracking sounds.

His hope of breaking through to Planetary level might lie in this miraculous Chat Group.

Since there were rewards, he was definitely taking this position of Group Leader.

At Li Yifei's side, twelve silver metal shards, each as thin as cicada wings and shaped like Crescent Moon Wheel Blades, floated silently in the air.

This was his Psychic weapon—the [Moonlight Wheel].

A genuine third-tier Psychic weapon.

Li Yifei had paid no small price to obtain it.

He had accepted the invitation of Earth's strongest expert, Hong, and promised to join Limit Martial Hall as a core member.

Only then had he gained the qualification to exchange for this weapon set from the internal treasury at Limit Martial Hall's global headquarters.

Even so, it had cost him every contribution point he had accumulated over the past several years.

But it had all been worth it.

Compared to standard throwing knives, a true Psychic weapon's enhancement to Mental power and its variety of attacks were on an entirely different level.

After checking the SS-class battle saber on his back and confirming that his equipment was complete,

Li Yifei no longer hesitated and chose [Yes].

A flash of white light.

A tall, upright figure clad in sleek black battle armor appeared out of thin air before Bibi Dong.

The twelve silver [Moonlight Wheels] slowly revolved around his body like loyal satellites, leaving trails of afterimages. They carried the beauty of science fiction and power.

"Hmm?"

Bibi Dong looked at the man who had suddenly appeared before her, and a trace of deep surprise flashed through her violet eyes.

This strange armor, along with those bizarre flying metal shards circling him, all lay beyond her understanding.

More importantly, he was a man.

"You are... Li Yifei?"

His nickname did not have any flashy prefixes, so she remembered it clearly.

"That's right."

A calm male voice came from within the cold armor.

"You really are a man?" Bibi Dong's brows furrowed even deeper. "But isn't this the Stunning Chat Group?"

The moment she finished speaking, the livestream's comments flooded the screen. Dense lines of text nearly blocked out the entire image.

[World's Number One Princess: Aahhh! So handsome! That armor is so handsome too! Who is he?! I want all his information within three seconds!]

Ning Rongrong leaped up from her chair in excitement, her eyes shining.

[Ghost Cat: He is indeed handsome. His proportions are also very good. He is the most outstanding male I have ever seen.]

Zhu Zhuqing's assessment was as objective as ever, though her cheeks had faintly reddened without her noticing.

[Is Jade Not Jade: Tsk! That old woman is shameless!]

Looking at the livestream image of a lone man and woman together, especially Bibi Dong's sexy outfit, Liu Erlong could not resist mocking her.

[Is Jade Not Jade: Dressed like that while still putting on such a lofty act—are you trying to seduce this handsome little guy and pull an old cow eating tender grass?!]

What?!

Dressed like this?

Bibi Dong froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

Her gaze stiffly lowered to the form-fitting purple silk pajamas on her body.

Because of the smooth fabric, they tightly outlined her breathtaking curves.

Earlier, those juniors had angered her so badly that she had been filled with killing intent and contempt, completely overlooking what she was wearing.