Excessive?

"You said A'an went to Tang Yuehua's residence early this morning and even killed someone for her?!"

Upon hearing her subordinate's report, Bibi Dong ground her Silver Teeth together, the jealousy in her words and expression nearly overflowing.

The woman giving the report could not help feeling somewhat embarrassed at Bibi Dong's response.

Wasn't this wrong? Shouldn't the main point be that the Pope had killed the Son of Bishop for someone from the Clear Sky Sect?

If this matter was not handled properly, it might even affect the Pope's position.

After all, the one who had died was the Son of Bishop. Shouldn't that have been the focus?

Why did Lady Bibi Dong seem more concerned that the Pope had killed someone for another woman?

"Lady Bibi Dong, shouldn't we do something?"

Bibi Dong's eyes lit up as she stood. "That's right. We must do something. We absolutely cannot just sit here and wait for death!"

Exactly, that was the proper reaction.

They should have been considering how to minimize the impact of this incident for the Pope!

However, Bibi Dong's next words left her completely dumbfounded.

"That's right. I absolutely cannot let that woman Tang Yuehua steal A'an away from me!"

Exhausting.

The woman helplessly reminded her, "Lady Bibi Dong, shouldn't we first think of how to reduce the impact of this matter?"

Hearing that, Bibi Dong shot her a strange glance. "Reduce the impact? Why should we reduce the impact?"

The woman answered matter-of-factly, "Because the one the Pope killed was a Son of Bishop. His status was far from ordinary."

"The Pope rose to prominence too suddenly, and many people in the hall were already dissatisfied. Now that something like this has happened, they will certainly use it as an excuse to cause trouble for the Pope!"

In her view, finding a way to lessen the consequences was the correct choice.

"You don't understand A'an." Bibi Dong shook her head with a light smile.

Her relationship with Pei An was the closest, and she was also the person who knew him best.

Even Golden Crocodile Douluo, Pei An's Teacher, could not compare to her in this regard.

Bibi Dong saw through Pei An's intentions at a glance.

"A'an wants to make this matter bigger!"

"Why?" the woman asked in confusion.

"Because A'an wants everyone to see his attitude—his attitude toward that sort of despicable behavior." Bibi Dong accurately guessed Pei An's thoughts.

"But that was the son of a Red-clothed Bishop!"

A Red-clothed Bishop could be considered High-Level within the entire Spirit Hall.

"So what?" Bibi Dong merely smiled in disdain.

So what if he was a Red-clothed Bishop?

Such a status might seem noble to others, but to Bibi Dong and Pei An, it was nothing much.

At most, he was merely a suitable chicken.

Neither Bibi Dong nor Pei An cared how that so-called Red-clothed Bishop would react.

What they cared about more was the big fish that could be lured out.

Pei An wanted to declare his attitude, but he also wanted to use this opportunity to draw out those restless people and thoroughly reshuffle the deck.

Bibi Dong understood this perfectly, so naturally, she would not suppress the matter.

What she cared about more was that Pei An had gone to find that woman Tang Yuehua early in the morning.

"It's good that you have such intentions, but you still don't understand A'an well enough..."

Bibi Dong patted the woman on the shoulder and strode away.

Pope's Palace

Many Spirit Hall High-Level members had already gathered in the hall, all having come after hearing about what had just happened.

One of them wore red bishop's robes, his face filled with grief.

His name was Lancaster, the Red-clothed Bishop father of the man Pei An had killed with a single palm strike.

He had never imagined that after merely one day apart, he would receive news of his son's death.

As a man with only one son, he was heartbroken beyond measure.

Though the others spoke words of sympathy and consolation, few truly felt any sympathy for him.

Most of them had come here for the new Pope.

The arrival of a tall, slender figure dressed in white instantly drew everyone's attention in the hall.

The protagonist had arrived.

Ignoring the gazes filled with hidden thoughts, Pei An slowly walked forward and calmly took his seat upon the Pope's throne.

"Quite lively. May I ask why everyone has gathered in my Pope's Palace?"

Pei An leaned halfway against the throne, propping up his face with one hand. His Lapis Lazuli Eyes narrowed slightly with interest.

It seemed there were quite a few people in Spirit Hall who harbored other thoughts about him, the Pope...

That was normal. Though his battle with Sword Douluo had displayed his strength, it was not enough to eliminate everyone's improper thoughts.

Lancaster, the Red-clothed Bishop who had lost his son, was the first to speak.

He looked at Pei An, seated high above with an indifferent expression as though nothing had happened, his eyes filled with grief and hatred.

"Pope, may I ask how my Son offended you, that you would strike him down so mercilessly?"

He called him Pope with every sentence, yet his tone was filled with venom.

Pei An seemed to suddenly recall something and feigned surprise. "Oh~ So you're that idiot's father."

Hearing his deceased son repeatedly called an idiot by Pei An, Lancaster became even more agitated.

At this point, he no longer called him Pope. He pointed directly at Pei An and angrily demanded, "Pei An, how exactly did my son offend you that you had to kill him so ruthlessly?!"

Before his words had even faded, a flash of silver streaked past.

A cylindrical object fell to the ground.

Lancaster clutched his index finger, his features slightly twisted in pain as blood seeped through the gaps between his fingers.

The Sword of the Living Judgement hovered silently beside Pei An.

Pei An's expression remained calm, as though nothing had happened.

"This Seat does not like being pointed at. Be careful next time."

Seeing this, someone could no longer remain seated.

Ghost Leopard Douluo stepped forward and looked at Pei An. "Pope, wasn't that somewhat excessive?"

"Lancaster was merely overcome with grief at losing his son and accidentally offended you. For the Pope to sever one of his fingers, I'm afraid that was inappropriate, wasn't it?"

Pei An's thin lips curled slightly. "It seems Ghost Leopard Douluo is rather dissatisfied with This Seat?"

"The Pope worries too much. I am merely discussing the matter at hand," Ghost Leopard Douluo said evenly.

Though he said so, everyone present knew that Ghost Leopard Douluo was merely using this matter to challenge the authority of this Pope.

If Pei An did not handle things properly today, then his words as Pope would likely carry little weight in Spirit Hall from now on.

"Oh, is that so?"

"It seems Elder Ghost Leopard is also a reasonable person~"

"But This Seat does not think it was excessive~"

Pei An's fingers moved slightly.

Under Ghost Leopard Douluo's disbelieving gaze, the Sword of the Living Judgement traced a beautiful arc.

The next moment, Lancaster's head separated from his body, blood gushing forth like a pillar.

A "gentle" smile spread across Pei An's Handsome, otherworldly face.

"Elder Ghost Leopard, what do you think?"