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

The Pope's gaze froze. "You are still as clever as ever. Go now; I do not wish to see you again."

Grandmaster nodded silently and walked toward the main gate. When he reached it and gripped the handle, he suddenly paused and said faintly:

"It has been twenty years, Bibi Dong. You are still as beautiful as ever, but I have grown old. If it were you whose life was threatened today, I would have the same reaction. After all, you were the first person I ever loved."

"Bullshit." The Pope's body trembled violently. "You are capable of love? You are not worthy of that word. If you loved me, would you have left me? Would you have chosen to be with your own cousin? You bastard, get out of my sight."

"Think what you will, but I stand by my words: if Tang San dies at the hands of Martial Soul Hall, then I will seek revenge at any cost. Bibi Dong, this is the last time I will call you by that name. If you send people to strike at Tang San, the bond between us ends here."

He yanked the door open and strode away.

Pope Bibi Dong's body swayed violently; it seemed that if she were not leaning on her scepter, she would have collapsed.

She hated Grandmaster—she had hated him for a full twenty years. What it meant to sustain such hatred for so long was that her love for him had once been just as profound.

The words Grandmaster spoke before leaving caused a crack to appear in the hatred within her heart.

Recalling everything the previous Pope had taught her, along with all the events of the past, the truth that had been obscured by hatred gradually began to surface in her mind.

The scenery before her eyes grew hazy, and the hand gripping her scepter turned white from the force. "Is this fate playing tricks on me? Xiaogang, the bond between us, the bond between us..."

The Pope rushed to the spot where Grandmaster had sat, picked up the tea that still held a trace of warmth, and drank it down in large gulps.

Immediately, Pope Bibi Dong gradually calmed herself.

She looked toward the door and said, "Enter!"

At that moment, the Martial Soul Hall guard who had just delivered the intelligence walked into the great hall.

The guard was a Soul Emperor. Seeing Bibi Dong, he immediately bowed and said, "Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong looked at the Soul Emperor and asked, "What did you hear just now?"

The Soul Emperor immediately shook his head. "Reporting to Your Holiness, this subordinate heard nothing just now."

"Is that so?"

Bibi Dong's gaze turned cold.

The Soul Emperor immediately knelt before Bibi Dong, kowtowing repeatedly. "Your Holiness, this subordinate truly heard nothing. I saw nothing and know nothing. I beg Your Holiness to show mercy and spare this subordinate!"

At this moment, a smile appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth. She sat down gently, extended a finger, and hooked the Soul Emperor's chin.

The Soul Emperor looked up, staring at Bibi Dong in absolute terror.

Bibi Dong then revealed a demonic smile. "Do you know? In this world, only the dead can keep secrets!"

As she spoke, the Soul Emperor was instantly struck by Bibi Dong's Spider Poison. His pupils gradually dilated, and in the next moment, his entire face turned green. Without even a word, he breathed his last!

Martial Soul City.

Soul masters from various factions began to arrive in Martial Soul City one after another.

First to arrive were the soul masters from the Star Luo Empire, followed by those from the Heaven Dou Empire, who also made their way to Martial Soul City in succession.

Meanwhile, Martial Soul Hall was also making preparations for the Soul Master Tournament.

Martial Soul Hall held another meeting, this time to discuss the various matters concerning the Soul Master Tournament.

Qian Xun'an, as the head of the Judgment Hall, naturally attended the meeting.

Qian Xun'an walked into the conference room, and at that moment, his gaze met Bibi Dong's.

Although he already knew about the scandalous affair between Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang, Qian Xun'an did not directly confront Bibi Dong this time.

Qian Xun'an had his own considerations; now that all the various factions had entered Martial Soul Hall, Bibi Dong was, after all, the Pope of Martial Soul Hall. If he were to hold her accountable now, wouldn't that make Martial Soul Hall a laughingstock to outsiders?

Qian Xun'an only wanted to target Bibi Dong; as for Martial Soul Hall, he naturally had to maintain its image.

Therefore, internal matters would have to wait until after the Soul Master Tournament, to be resolved slowly behind closed doors.

This meeting was presided over by Bibi Dong, who had summoned the elders of the Pope Hall and invited Qian Xun'an to attend.

As for the people from the Worship Hall, those titled elders did not concern themselves with such mundane affairs and naturally did not intervene.

At this moment, Bibi Dong sat in the main seat, while the others present were all Titled Douluo—the elders of Martial Soul Hall.

"Everyone, as the hosts of this Soul Master Tournament, we must ensure the event is run perfectly so as not to let others mock us," Bibi Dong said from the main seat.

"Naturally. This is a grand event hosted by our Martial Soul Hall. Not only must we run the competition well, but we must also secure the championship title," an elder immediately replied.

At this, Chrysanthemum Douluo, who was standing to the side, spoke up: "Everyone can rest assured regarding the championship. After all, those representing Martial Soul Hall this time are the geniuses of our Golden Generation. Their strength is undoubtedly the best among the young generation on the continent. The champion of this Soul Master Tournament will certainly be ours."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly. "Well said. Representing Martial Soul Hall this time is my disciple, Hu Liena. I am very confident in her strength."

Qian Xun'an, sitting below, frowned as he listened to the elders' discussion.

He was still somewhat worried about this competition.

He had seen Hu Liena's strength, and to be honest, while her strength could be considered excellent, if one were to insist on calling her a genius, then this "genius" was far too cheap.

He did not know how their opponents would fare; if the opposition were strong, he feared that Martial Soul Hall taking the championship might still be a bit risky.

Just as Qian Xun'an was lost in thought, Bibi Dong suddenly spoke up: "Next, let us consider the matter of the referees!"

Bibi Dong's gaze immediately shifted toward Qian Xun'an.

She then revealed a smile and looked at Qian Xun'an, saying, "That's right, previous Soul Master Tournaments were always held by our Pope Hall. Since the Hall Master of Judgment has returned and we have newly established the Judgment Hall, I think it would be best if the Hall Master of Judgment took full responsibility for this Soul Master Tournament."

Qian Xun'an met Bibi Dong's gaze; he was very clear about what she wanted to do.

After all, he had just returned and had not managed the affairs of Martial Soul Hall, so Bibi Dong was intentionally trying to dump the responsibilities of the Soul Master Tournament onto him.

She wanted to use this opportunity to assert her sovereignty and tell him that the affairs of Martial Soul Hall were not something just anyone could take over.

However, what did he, Qian Xun'an, have to fear?

Qian Xun'an raised his head, looked at Bibi Dong, and said, "Fine, I have no objections."

A trace of a smile appeared on the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth as she looked at Qian Xun'an and said, "Then, if the Hall Master of Judgment encounters any difficulties, feel free to come to us at any time!"

Qian Xun'an did not say much more; he looked at Bibi Dong and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Bibi Dong replied calmly, "As for the rest, we will naturally handle it well."

Qian Xun'an left the conference room directly.

When evening arrived, Qian Daoliu had Qian Xun'an come to see him.

Qian Xun'an immediately arrived at the Worship Hall.

At this moment, standing inside the Worship Hall was an extremely beautiful woman. She had long golden hair, skin as fair as snow, a straight bridge of the nose, and slightly slender phoenix eyes, giving her a peerless face that carried a hint of majesty.

She wore a golden palace dress; the long dress was one-piece and seemed to be woven from gold thread. It lacked excessive decorative patterns, with a style that was simple yet elegant, and a golden stand-up collar protected her snow-white, slender neck.

The woman's figure was curvaceous and exquisite, and her chest was peerlessly proud. In particular, the cold and noble temperament on her face made her entire being filled with allure.

"You've come?"

Qian Xun'an pushed the door open and walked in, while Qian Daoliu still stood by the window with his hands behind his back, wondering what he was thinking about.

At this moment, his figure was imposing and tall, standing there like a mountain.

Qian Xun'an nodded and said, "I have arrived."

Qian Daoliu immediately looked at Qian Xun'an and said, "Xun'an, come over quickly. Let me introduce you; this is your eldest brother's daughter, your niece, Qian Renxue."

Qian Xun'an walked over, looked at Qian Renxue, and then revealed a faint smile: "Xiao Xue, hello, I am your uncle!"

At this moment, Qian Renxue looked at Qian Xun'an in surprise and said, "Uncle... are you the uncle, the number one genius of Martial Soul Hall, whom Father told me about back then?"

"You still remember?" Qian Xun'an asked, looking at Qian Renxue.

Qian Renxue nodded slightly and said, "Back then, Father loved telling me about you the most. Father said you were the greatest genius since the founding of Martial Soul Hall, but it's a pity...

I also remember Father saying that the one person he felt sorry for in this life was you, Uncle.

Back when he went to the Star Dou Great Forest, if he had stayed by your side to protect you, you wouldn't have gone missing, and you wouldn't have..."

Qian Xun'an looked at Qian Renxue, and listening to her words, he understood in his heart that when he went missing back then, the one who must have been the most heartbroken was his eldest brother.

Qian Xun'an nodded slightly: "I made my eldest brother worry."

Qian Renxue immediately said, "If Father's spirit is in heaven and he knows you have returned, he would surely be able to rest in peace."

At this moment, however, Qian Xun'an shook his head.

Qian Xun'an looked at Qian Renxue and said, "Your father suffered a grave injustice; how could he possibly rest in peace?"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qian Renxue immediately looked at Qian Xun'an and said, "Uncle, what are you saying? Wasn't Father killed by Tang Hao?"

Qian Xun'an's gaze was calm as he looked at Qian Renxue and said, "After I returned, I investigated, and I discovered that the cause of your father's death is not that simple!"

As soon as these words were spoken, Qian Renxue's pupils trembled slightly, and she looked at Qian Xun'an in astonishment.