Rotten White Moonlight, Bibi Dong Utterly Disappointed

At her words, Bibi Dong froze, her mind briefly short-circuiting.

If she remembered correctly, Jade Little Sword was a twenty-ninth-level Soul Grand Master.

With strength like that, where did he get the nerve to spout such nonsense? Was he relying on her feelings for him to make such wild claims?

"Destroy Martial Soul Hall?"

"What a boast. Relying on your Luo San Pao, the one who only knows how to fart?"

Bibi Dong's sharp tongue was like poison; with just one sentence, she left Jade Little Sword speechless.

Since he wouldn't spare her face, then she, Bibi Dong, wouldn't hold back either.

That sentence cut like a blade, stabbing straight into Jade Little Sword's heart.

"What's going on? Isn't this foolish woman Bibi Dong supposed to admire me?"

"Why is she hurling insults at me? Damn it, I knew it—Bibi Dong was never a good woman, or she wouldn't have heartlessly abandoned me back then."

Jade Little Sword slowly clenched his fists, seething with resentment toward Bibi Dong, along with a bitter grudge against the unfairness of fate.

Why? Why did everyone in the world look down on his spirit and strength? And now even Bibi Dong, his so-called ex-ex-girlfriend, was mocking him for it.

But he had no comeback. His Luo San Pao really did only know how to fart.

Even if his San Pao went on a rampage in Martial Soul Hall, all it would do is stink the place up.

"Hmph, Bibi Dong, don't underestimate me."

"Don't forget my talent. My theories can forge countless geniuses. If I want, I can raise endless soul master prodigies and make you regret what you've done today."

As if recalling his own brilliance, Jade Little Sword continued threatening Bibi Dong.

That's right—he, Jade Little Sword, had no talent, no strength, but he had dazzling intellect, and his theoretical knowledge was unmatched across the continent.

On the Douluo Continent, he even held the title of Master.

A wise man like him—even Martial Soul Hall wouldn't dare to dismiss him, would they?

Otherwise, with his theoretical knowledge, he could cause immense trouble for Martial Soul Hall.

"Theoretical knowledge? Is that really your own talent?"

Bibi Dong murmured inwardly, recalling the contents of Lin Chen's diary and how Jade Little Sword had once pored over the soul master theories Martial Soul Hall had treasured for centuries.

Now, she had to admit—Jade Little Sword's theoretical knowledge was entirely plagiarized.

Moreover, thinking about the Ten Theories he had published, Bibi Dong realized upon closer inspection that they were riddled with flaws.

Jade Little Sword wasn't satisfied with merely stealing the theories Martial Soul Hall had hoarded for a thousand years. His ambition was vast—he wanted to claim them as his own and forge a new school of thought.

That way, his name, Jade Little Sword, would be remembered for eternity. From then on, the soul master world would look up to his genius—what glory that would be.

But he overestimated his own ability. After plagiarizing Martial Soul Hall's theories, he cobbled them together into a mess that resembled nothing.

Once she understood this, Bibi Dong looked at Jade Little Sword again and found her heart as calm as still water.

Meeting him again after so many years, Bibi Dong realized that her white moonlight had rotted through.

Now, all she saw was the ugly soul hidden beneath—false, arrogant, ungrateful, and despicable.

It truly disgusted her.

"Enough. My goal now is only to achieve my grand ambition, become a deity, and roam the world."

Having cleared her mind, Bibi Dong steeled herself. She would be a woman who built her empire, not a small-minded girl obsessed with romance.

"Jade Little Sword, your disciple Tang San—I, Bibi Dong, will kill him for sure. Let's see how you destroy my Martial Soul Hall."

"And next time you see me, mind your manners."

Bibi Dong shot a contemptuous glance at Jade Little Sword's soaked lower half.

A mere eunuch, daring to bark in her presence. If not for her past feelings, she would have slain him on the spot.

"Bibi Dong, you—!"

Jade Little Sword's eyes bulged with rage, his finger trembling as he pointed at her.

"Jade Little Sword, address me as Your Majesty the Pope!"

Bibi Dong gripped her papal scepter, her face haughty as she looked down at him from on high.

At the same time.

She released a faint pressure of her Super Douluo soul power, instantly forcing Jade Little Sword, who had been standing straight and tall, to collapse to his knees again.

"If there's a next time, Severe Punishment awaits!"

With that, Bibi Dong left the spot, continuing her search for Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son.

Leaving behind only Jade Little Sword, his face twisted with unwillingness, screaming in anguish:

"Bibi Dong, one day, I'll make you regret this!"

A long time passed.

Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, and Ghost Douluo gathered above Notting Academy.

"Your Eminence, Tang Hao's escape ability is too strong. Ghost Douluo and I have found no trace of Tang Hao and Tang San, father and son." Yue Guan stood midair, bowing slightly to Bibi Dong, his expression somewhat flustered.

Tang Hao was an Attack System Titled Douluo, and his spirit power level was even below theirs. Logically, he shouldn't be skilled at fleeing. But Tang Hao was different—the esteemed Haotian Douluo ran with remarkable speed. Even with Ghost Douluo and him pursuing at full force, they found no trace of Tang Hao's escape. The technique was unexpectedly practiced, leaving him at a loss.

The moment Yue Guan finished speaking, a powerful spirit pressure descended upon him. Yue Guan grunted and dared not speak further. But soon, the pressure dissipated—coming and going in an instant.

"Today's operation ends here. You two return to the Spirit Hall. Since we failed to kill Tang Hao and Tang San today, they will be extremely cautious from now on, making elimination very difficult." As Bibi Dong finished speaking, she seemed to recall something and added, "By the way, increase the bounty on Tang Hao. As for Tang San, send someone to Notting Academy to find out his appearance. Then issue the highest wanted order. Anyone who discovers Tang San's whereabouts will be rewarded."

Even now, Bibi Dong had no idea what Tang San, this potential threat, looked like.

"Yes, Your Eminence the Pope." Receiving Bibi Dong's orders, Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo nodded slightly, then their figures gradually faded from the spot.

"Lin Chen, I'll meet you today. Every time you slander me in your diary as a foolish woman or a madwoman. Let's see if I don't scare you today and leave a deep impression." Bibi Dong looked down at Notting Academy, wanting to meet this diary's owner, Lin Chen. Wasn't this Lin Chen arrogant when writing his diary? He didn't put her, Bibi Dong, in his eyes at all, calling her a foolish woman over and over. Now, she wanted to see how Lin Chen would react when he truly met her, Bibi Dong, in person. Although she couldn't harm Lin Chen, scaring him a little shouldn't be a problem.