Watching the Pope Humiliate Herself, Liu Erlong Laughs: You're an Idiot Too!

A nameless fury surged wildly from the depths of her heart, nearly burning away her reason.

Before she could erupt, Li Yifei's next words precisely aimed every spearhead at her.

[Li Yifei: Want to know why?]

[Li Yifei: Just look at how Bibi Dong treated Yu Xiaogang earlier, and won't you understand?]

[Li Yifei: If she would desperately defend even a plagiarist who was "Triple Trash," what iron-handed methods could you possibly expect from her?]

At once, the entire Chat Group exploded.

Everyone's gaze instantly shifted from that illusory "storybook" and focused on the woman seated upon the Pope's Throne in reality.

Li Yifei's words were like a key, unlocking every unreasonable detail.

Why did a Soul Grandmaster barely over level thirty dare to cause trouble at Spirit Hall?

Why had he still managed to leave unharmed after causing that trouble?

Because...

Because Bibi Dong had been the Pope at the time!

Because she had still deeply loved that man back then!

Because her personal feelings had indulged his arrogance!

Because her stupidity had allowed the dignity of all Spirit Hall to be trampled beneath the feet of a piece of trash!

[Little Fox Demon: T... Teacher...]

Hu Liena's thoughts trembled. She could not believe this conclusion.

[A Little Goose: So... that's how it was...]

[World's Number One Princess: Wow~ A Pope who neglected public duty for personal feelings and got love-brained? This is much more exciting than the storybook!]

Ning Rongrong's remark held no attempt at concealment, brimming with the excitement of discovering fresh entertainment.

Those discussions and those gazes were like countless blades, carving away at Bibi Dong's dignity again and again.

Li Yifei had just shattered her with logic, causing her convictions to collapse.

And now, he had exposed her most unbearable "future," nailing her to the pillar of shame as a "love-brain," a "soft touch," and someone who "neglected public duty for personal feelings."

"Pfft—"

Bibi Dong spat out another mouthful of blood, even more violently than before.

Her face was deathly pale, devoid of the slightest trace of color. Her body swayed, and she nearly fell from the throne.

She gripped the armrest, her nails digging deeply into the gold with a grating screech.

She stared fixedly at the virtual screen, at Li Yifei's name.

This man...

He was not telling a story.

He was... killing her!

Using the most vicious words to execute her heart!

Just as Bibi Dong stood on the brink of collapse, a cold thought filled with intense mockery sounded in the Group Chat.

It was Liu Erlong.

She had finally crawled out of that dead silence and despair.

Yet the one who crawled out was no longer the woman who had once loved madly.

She looked at Bibi Dong's profile picture, her thoughts filled with delight and derision.

[Is Jade Not Jade: Oh? Isn't this our lofty His Holiness the Pope?]

[Is Jade Not Jade: What's wrong? Someone exposed your dirty secrets, and now you don't feel so good?]

[Is Jade Not Jade: For a man, you even threw away Spirit Hall's dignity. Bibi Dong, you truly... have opened my eyes!]

Liu Erlong's voice was like an ice pick dipped in poison, sharp and cold.

She no longer defended Yu Xiaogang.

After Li Yifei had thoroughly torn that man apart and reduced him to a joke, the love she had carried for decades transformed into the most intense hatred.

She hated his deception.

She hated his incompetence.

More than that, she hated her own stupidity for misjudging him.

And now, she had found the perfect target for venting that hatred.

Bibi Dong.

That equally foolish woman.

Why should you stand so high above everyone else?

Why should you command Spirit Hall?

In the end, weren't you just like me, an idiot completely fooled by a man?

[Is Jade Not Jade: Why aren't you saying anything, my dear His Holiness the Pope?]

[Is Jade Not Jade: Weren't you so capable? You even dared to contradict Mr. Li just to defend your "Xiao Gang."]

[Is Jade Not Jade: Why aren't you defending him now? Have you finally realized that the one you defended was a complete and utter piece of trash? A joke?]

Every word from Liu Erlong landed precisely on Bibi Dong's most painful wounds.

She returned every humiliation she had just suffered to Bibi Dong twofold.

Inside Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong slowly straightened.

She wiped the blood from the corner of her lips, her movements slow and elegant, as though she were polishing a work of art.

Yet within those Phoenix Eyes, all emptiness, confusion, and pain had vanished.

In their place was a bottomless darkness and coldness, enough to freeze the soul.

She did not respond to Liu Erlong's provocation in the Chat Group.

Because Liu Erlong was not worthy.

The barking of a defeated dog was not worth even the slightest fragment of her thoughts.

Her gaze locked firmly onto Li Yifei's name.

This man had destroyed decades of her convictions with only a few sentences.

This man had used one "future" to grind her dignity into dust.

But at the same time...

It was like the loudest slap across her face, thoroughly awakening her from that absurd dream called "love" that had lasted for decades.

That was right.

Who was Bibi Dong?

She was heaven's favored daughter, the possessor of Twin Martial Souls, the God of Slaughter of the City of Slaughter, the supreme Pope of Spirit Hall!

Why should she debase herself for a man, a liar already proven to be worthless trash?

Why should she decide that she was a weak and incompetent "love-brain" merely because of some illusory "future"?

An unprecedented violence and killing intent began to breed wildly from the depths of her soul.

The young girls in the Chat Group all held their breaths.

They could sense that, beyond the screen, the being named "Bibi Dong" was undergoing some terrifying transformation.

That icy pressure was purer and deadlier than ever before.

Liu Erlong's mockery also stopped.

She, too, sensed that suffocating aura, as though an invisible hand had seized her throat.

Amid that dead silence, Bibi Dong's thoughts finally appeared in the Chat Group once more.

There was no furious roar, nor any feeble, blustering defense.

There was only one line of words, cold to the extreme.

[Bibi Dong: Li Yifei.]

She addressed him by name.

[Bibi Dong: The future you spoke of is quite interesting.]

Her tone was terrifyingly calm.

[Bibi Dong: However, that is only a false future from a "storybook."]

[Bibi Dong: It will not happen.]

Everyone in the Chat Group was stunned.

Was she... declaring war on Li Yifei? Or was she... hypnotizing herself?

Li Yifei's thoughts remained as calm and unruffled as ever.

[Li Yifei: Oh? Is that so?]

[Li Yifei: What makes you so certain?]

[Li Yifei: Your old feelings for him?]

That question once again stabbed into Bibi Dong's heart like a sharp blade.