Douluo: Return of the Killing Star, Starting with a Reckoning for Bibi Dong

She was not tall, dressed in a luxurious black robe embroidered with gold patterns, wearing the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown on her head, and holding a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless gemstones.

Her fair skin and near-perfect features made her look truly extraordinary.

In particular, the intangible air of nobility and sanctity radiating from her made one unable to help but feel an urge to bow down in worship.

Grandmaster was seated, and after the woman walked through the main gate, she also came to a halt. Their gazes collided in the air just like that.

There was something more in Yu Xiaogang's indifferent eyes—apology, memories, but even more so, a sense of desolation.

The woman's expression underwent a complex change in an instant. Although she appeared to be only about thirty years old, in reality, she was a year older than Grandmaster and had long since passed the age of fifty.

The scepter in her hand landed on the floor with a soft, crisp clink.

"You've come." Her voice was soft and melodious, easily making one feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.

But Grandmaster's expression grew strained because of this; he pressed his hands against the table in front of him, stood up, and turned to the woman. "Yes, I have come. Are you doing well?"

A faint smile appeared on the woman's face. "Standing above ten thousand people, what could possibly be wrong? As the ruler of the Martial Soul Hall, even the emperors of the two great empires must show me respect when they see me.

Do you think there is anything that could be wrong with me?"

Grandmaster sighed. "Bibi Dong, I know the suffering in your heart."

"Bibi Dong? If you hadn't said it, I would have almost forgotten that name. Please address me as Pope, or call me Your Holiness. I am no longer the naive Bibi Dong from back then."

Yes, this woman who looked so soft and beautiful before him was the current supreme ruler of the Martial Soul Hall, the target of pilgrimage for all spirit masters—the Pope.

She was the youngest Pope in the history of the Martial Soul Hall, having assumed the position before the age of forty.

At first, there were many who expressed doubt.

But as time passed, under her diligent governance, the Martial Soul Hall developed even more rapidly and became even more united.

Many already believed that she would be the most outstanding generation of Pope in the history of the Martial Soul Hall.

"Yes, Your Holiness." Grandmaster's pupils contracted slightly, and a trace of pain flowed from his eyes. He turned around, walked to the seat where he had been sitting, and stood there, holding a cup of tea. He seemed to have fallen entirely into memories of the past.

Watching Grandmaster's back, the indifference in the Pope's eyes vanished. A hint of reluctance flashed through her gaze; she lifted her foot, seemingly wanting to step forward, but she ultimately stopped herself.

"What business do you have coming to see me? It has been twenty years since we last met, hasn't it?" The Pope's voice sounded as calm as ever.

Grandmaster took a deep breath, suppressing the turbulent emotions in his heart. Even he had not expected that seeing Bibi Dong again would make him lose control to such an extent.

When he turned back around, the excess emotion in his eyes had vanished, leaving only his usual indifference.

"Your Holiness, I have come to ask a favor."

"Oh?" The Pope looked at Grandmaster with some surprise. "You have come to ask me for something? That doesn't seem to be your character. It seems time really can change a person. Speak."

"Your Holiness, I wish to know how you overcame the hurdle of the Twin Martial Souls back then."

The Pope's pupils contracted slightly, and she said indifferently, "You don't need to know this. Does it have any meaning for you?"

Grandmaster did not hide his intentions. "I have taken on a disciple who has been cultivating with me for seven or eight years now. Very fortunately, he possesses the same Twin Martial Souls as you.

This child is gifted with extraordinary talent, and I hope to nurture him into a powerhouse of his generation."

"Why should I help you? So that you can nurture a powerhouse to oppose me later?" The Pope's voice suddenly turned cold.

Grandmaster said in a deep voice, "Of course not. If you are willing to tell me how you managed it back then, I can guarantee you that my disciple will never oppose the Martial Soul Hall in his entire life."

A smile appeared at the corner of the Pope's mouth. "So, there are things that even you, the master of theory, do not know. Yu Xiaogang, you are too late. Just a few days ago, I already sent people to intercept the Heaven Dou Empire's competition team on their path. The target is that disciple of yours who hails from the Clear Sky Sect. Therefore, there is no need for you to know the secret of the Twin Martial Souls."

Grandmaster's body shook violently; he whipped around and glared at the Pope. "What did you say?"

The Pope did not hide it, saying indifferently, "Platinum Bishop Salas sent word that a descendant of the Clear Sky Sect has appeared, possessing extraordinary talent.

At such a young age, he has already broken through level forty, possesses Twin Martial Souls, and his fourth spirit ring is of the ten-thousand-year level. He may even possess a spirit bone. He is close to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and the Heaven Dou Empire.

Such a person, if he cannot be used by my Martial Soul Hall, must be eradicated."

"You..." Grandmaster lunged forward a few steps, his hands gripping the Pope's shoulders tightly. His eyes were instantly covered in blood-red. His entire body was trembling violently.

Looking at Grandmaster's ferocious gaze, the Pope was stunned. "Is he really that important to you?"

With her strength, she could naturally have easily thrown Grandmaster off, but she did not do so, letting his burning hands remain firmly gripped on her shoulders.

Grandmaster's breathing became heavy, and he said, word by word, "Bibi Dong, listen to me clearly. If anything happens to Tang San, I will destroy the Martial Soul Hall at any cost. I have no children of my own; he is like a son to me."

Bibi Dong looked at Grandmaster with icy eyes. "Yu Xiaogang, do you still remember how you treated me back then?"

Judgment Hall.

At this moment, Qian Xun'an was still searching for information regarding the murder of his older brother.

He began to check through the files one by one, fearing he might miss any details.

Just then, a Soul Douluo wearing a bamboo hat appeared within the Judgment Hall.

They were the Shadow Guard established by Qian Xun'an in the Judgment Hall. These Shadow Guards were arranged by Qian Xun'an in various parts of the Martial Soul Hall to monitor every aspect of the organization.

Since the Judgment Hall was responsible for judging all illegal activities within the Martial Soul Hall, Qian Xun'an naturally had to keep a close watch on the entire Martial Soul Hall.

The Shadow Guard came before Qian Xun'an and immediately knelt on one knee. "Hall Master, I was monitoring the Pope Hall and saw someone arrive at the Pope Hall to meet with the Pope."

"What kind of person is meeting the Pope that warrants you coming to see me?" Qian Xun'an asked calmly.

The Shadow Guard immediately replied, "That trash elder who was driven away by Pope Qian Xunji back then—Yu Xiaogang!"

Upon hearing this, Qian Xun'an narrowed his eyes and muttered, "So it is true. I must see what exactly this pair of scoundrels is planning!"

Inside the Pope Hall.

Grandmaster held Bibi Dong's hands, looked at her, and then said angrily, "It wasn't that I wanted to leave you back then; it was Qian Xunji who forcibly tore us apart!"

Feeling the breath from Grandmaster, a flush appeared on the Pope's face, and she said with somewhat rapid breathing, "And what about later? After Qian Xunji died, I went to find you. Why wouldn't you accept me?"

For the sake of your own cousin, how laughable, truly laughable.

You actually refused to accept me for the sake of your cousin. I may have become the Pope thanks to you, but I hate you; you are the person I have hated most in my entire life.

I want you to suffer. I will not only kill your disciple, but I will also kill Liu Erlong. No, I won't kill her; I will torture her to make you suffer."

The Pope's emotions clearly became agitated, her eyes as cold as a viper's.

Grandmaster looked at Bibi Dong and spoke again, "Do you know how disheartened I was after I left Martial Soul Hall?"

"You were already engaged to the Pope. My rival was the Pope, the Pope! I was nothing but a piece of trash who hadn't even reached level thirty. What did you expect me to use to compete with the Pope?"

"During my lowest point, I met Erlong. It was then that I understood what true love was."

"When I realized I could never compete with Qian Xunji, I gave up. I gave up on you, gave up on our past, and gave up on everything between us."

"By the time you found me, I was already with Erlong. It was already impossible for us."

Grandmaster looked at Bibi Dong, speaking with tears streaming down his face.

At this moment, Bibi Dong burst into laughter.

"Hahahaha..."

Bibi Dong stood before Grandmaster, laughing maniacally, laughing desolately...

She was like a madwoman, laughing wildly.

"Bibi Dong, you..." Grandmaster looked at Bibi Dong, somewhat confused.

At this moment, tears flowed from Bibi Dong's eyes. She pointed at Grandmaster and said, "You don't know, you have no idea!"

"You have no idea how much I sacrificed for you!"

"Hehehehe... You think Qian Xunji was really killed by Tang Hao? You are wrong. After he was wounded by Tang Hao, although his injuries were severe, they were not fatal."

"It was me. It was me in the secret chamber... who killed him with my own hands!"

Upon hearing this, a look of utter horror appeared in Yu Xiaogang's eyes; he simply could not believe it.

"I killed the Pope for you, became the number one person in this Martial Soul Hall for you, and cleared away every obstacle between us for you. But what about you?"

"When I went to find you, you were already with your own cousin. You piece of trash, I'll kill you right now!"

At this, Bibi Dong flew into a rage, instantly grabbing Yu Xiaogang by the throat and lifting him up.

Yu Xiaogang was held in the air by Bibi Dong.

Yu Xiaogang looked at Bibi Dong and said, "Dong'er, if you want to kill me, then do it. This is... what I owe you!"

Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang and roared, "Yu Xiaogang, do you really think I don't dare to kill you?"

Just then, a light knocking sound came from outside.

"Get lost! Didn't I say that no one is to disturb me without my orders?" the Pope roared.

The person outside seemed not to have expected the usually approachable Pope to have such a temper. "Your Holiness, the two elders have sent back a message. They failed their mission and are awaiting your instructions."

"What? They failed the mission?" The Pope's expression changed, and she looked sharply at Grandmaster. "Your disciple seems to have very good luck."

As she spoke, Bibi Dong set Yu Xiaogang down.

Grandmaster coughed twice, then looked at the Pope and said:

"You sent people to kill Tang San, and I suspect it isn't just because of his talent, is it? With the strength of Martial Soul Hall, would you really fear a single Spirit Master? If I'm not mistaken, it's because of his father, isn't it?"