Confrontation at the Pope's Palace, Forcing Bibi Dong's Hand

Confrontation at the Pope's Palace, Pressuring Bibi Dong

The Pope's Palace.

Bibi Dong sat high upon the papal throne.

A chilling aura shrouded every corner of the Pope's Palace.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed beneath the throne, both keeping their heads low, neither daring to meet Bibi Dong's gaze.

"The mission has been arranged; you two are responsible for its execution!"

"Remember my requirements: do your utmost to intercept and kill those geniuses traveling from Tiandou City to our Martial Soul Hall."

"That person named Tang San, who performed so exceptionally during the preliminary rounds, is the absolute priority of this mission. Do you understand?!"

Bibi Dong's cold, clear voice echoed throughout the Pope's Palace.

As her indifferent voice rang out, her icy gaze swept over Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei bowed even lower, their voices filled with trepidation: "This subordinate understands, we guarantee to complete your arrangements, Your Eminence!"

Bibi Dong gave a satisfied hum: "Since you are aware of the mission, then go; go and complete this task!"

"As you command!"

Thud, thud, thud...

The voices of Yue Guan and Gui Mei had only just faded.

Dull footsteps sounded from outside the Pope's Palace.

The footsteps drew closer and closer, and Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked toward the source of the sound simultaneously.

Coming into view, a young man in his twenties walked slowly into the Pope's Palace.

The chilling aura on his body was in no way inferior to that of Bibi Dong.

Seeing this man named Qian Renyu walk in from outside the palace, the breathing of Yue Guan and Gui Mei hitched at the same time.

While others might not know, they, as Title Douluo-level elders, were very clear about what Qian Renyu represented within Martial Soul Hall.

He was the biological son of the previous Pope, Qian Xunji, and the current Grand Elder and strongest powerhouse of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Daoliu, was his own grandfather.

Within the entire Martial Soul Hall, he enjoyed the status of the Young Master.

Yet, this very Young Master was at extreme odds with the Pope they revered.

Over the past twenty years, they had witnessed these matters with their own eyes.

It was as if there was an irreconcilable hatred between the two.

Bibi Dong's expression turned even colder; seeing Qian Renyu enter from outside the palace, her aura began to erupt.

"Qian Renyu, this is the restricted area of the Pope's Palace!"

"Without my command, no one is permitted to enter. You have trespassed into the restricted area of the Pope's Palace; what crime should you be charged with!"

Bibi Dong scolded coldly.

Her eyes, cold and beautiful to the extreme, looked at Qian Renyu's face, and a sense of ferocity stirred deep within her heart.

The high-ranking members of Martial Soul Hall only knew that Qian Renyu was the son of the previous Pope, but they did not know the relationship between her and him.

Others might not know, but she, Bibi Dong, could never forget the truth.

Qian Renyu was also her own biological son.

Yet, toward a biological son like Qian Renyu, she could not summon a shred of maternal love.

Whether it was Qian Renyu or his twin sister, Qian Renxue.

Had it not been for Qian Daoliu's interference when they were young, she would have long since sent the siblings to be reincarnated.

Qian Renyu's expression was cold and detached; in his early twenties, with sword-like brows and star-like eyes, his chiseled face was full of determination.

Vaguely, one could see a few similarities between his features and those of Bibi Dong.

However, few had noticed these similarities in the past; what they noticed more was Bibi Dong's dissatisfaction with him, and his displeasure toward her.

Ignoring the presence of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, Qian Renyu walked straight to the steps beneath the throne, his calm gaze fixed on the papal throne beneath Bibi Dong.

"This position is one that belongs to me by right!"

"Since this position belongs to me, how could I not be allowed to come here?!"

Qian Renyu's tone was icy; with every sentence he uttered, the expression of Bibi Dong sitting on the throne grew a few shades gloomier.

To this, Qian Renyu did not take it to heart at all.

Although he had not heard the specifics of the mission Bibi Dong had arranged for Yue Guan and Gui Mei, he was still clear on what she had planned.

It was obvious; with the Spirit Master Tournament finals about to commence, Bibi Dong was arranging for Yue Guan and Gui Mei to intercept and kill Tang San.

If Bibi Dong were truly thorough in this matter, he would not have needed to show himself at this time.

But things went against her wishes; Bibi Dong was only doing a superficial job, failing to carry the matter through to the end.

The plan to intercept Tang San would ultimately fail, but that was not something Qian Renyu intended to concern himself with.

With Sword Douluo Chenxin there to help, Yue Guan and Gui Mei truly lacked the capability to complete the mission.

However, after Tang San arrived in Martial Soul City and the Spirit Master Tournament reached its final conclusion, Bibi Dong had failed to handle matters perfectly.

This was because, shortly after, Yu Xiaogang would come to beg for the secret of the Twin Martial Souls, and after his eventual failure, he would learn of Bibi Dong's arrangement to intercept and kill Tang San, leading him to declare that he would "destroy Martial Soul Hall at any cost."

When the finals of the Spirit Master Tournament concluded, Bibi Dong had possessed the ability to leave Tang San behind, yet she chose not to, granting him sufficient time to grow.

These matters were the fundamental reasons why he was appearing in the Pope's Palace today.

If Bibi Dong could not handle these things well, he, Qian Renyu, would not allow such events to unfold right under his nose.

As someone who had transmigrated from another world, Qian Renyu knew clearly what kind of devastating blow Tang San would deal to Martial Soul Hall once he fully matured.

Cut the weeds without removing the roots, and they will grow again with the spring breeze.

Qian Renyu did not want to see such a thing happen now that he had arrived in this world.

This included the years to come; the way Bibi Dong showed mercy to Yu Xiaogang time and time again would absolutely not be allowed to happen.

Trash like Yu Xiaogang should have been buried in the dirt long ago.

Living in this world was merely a waste of air and a pollution to the environment of the Douluo Continent!

Since Bibi Dong could not be a good Pope and could not fulfill the duties that a generation of Popes should have, then she did not need to continue sitting in that position.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei gasped, ensuring they had not misheard.

For a moment, the two looked at Qian Renyu with expressions of disbelief.

While staring at Qian Renyu in shock, they also turned their gazes toward Bibi Dong in utter disbelief.

This young master, Qian Renyu, was actually staging a coup!

Bibi Dong's expression was cold to the extreme, and her breathing was far more ragged than it had been at the start.

Qian Renyu's words had incited a burning rage within her.

"You came here today because you want to force this seat to abdicate?"

"Do you, Qian Renyu, truly believe you have the strength to sit firmly in the position of Pope?!"

Bibi Dong barked again, her aura beginning to surge violently.

The Pope's Scepter gripped in her hand emitted a creaking sound.

Her jade-like hands gripped the scepter tightly, her knuckles whitening, fully displaying the extent of her fury.

Qian Renyu smiled coldly, ignoring Bibi Dong's impotent rage: "In the past, I had not yet become a Title Douluo, so I did not consider this matter."

"But now that I have become a Title Douluo, this position should naturally return to its rightful owner!"

BOOM—

Bibi Dong's aura exploded completely.

Standing up abruptly, Bibi Dong looked down at Qian Renyu from her elevated position: "Presumptuous!"

"A mere Title Douluo dares to covet the position of Pope!"

Qian Renyu remained indifferent, his spirit power flooding out as the Six-Winged Angel martial soul appeared behind him.

He silently isolated Bibi Dong's oppressive spirit power, a cold, indifferent smirk playing on his lips.

"An ordinary Title Douluo cannot covet the position of Pope, but this young master never said he was an ordinary Title Douluo!"

"Since I have come to return the position of Pope to its rightful owner, I should let you see what my true martial soul actually is."

The expressions of Yue Guan and Gui Mei froze simultaneously.

Their astonished gazes focused on Qian Renyu.

The Six-Winged Angel martial soul was the hereditary martial soul exclusive to the Pope's lineage of Martial Soul Hall, a genuine god-level martial soul.

Could it be that this young master, Qian Renyu, possessed a true martial soul? Was he also a wielder of Twin Martial Souls?

Had his true martial soul never been revealed to the world before?!

Bibi Dong had the same thought as Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

She remembered clearly that she had been standing right there on the day Qian Renyu and Qian Renxue awakened their martial souls.

She could be certain that Qian Renyu was definitely not a Twin Martial Soul user, so what was going on now?

Qian Renyu did not waste any more words, bathing in the holy light of the Six-Winged Angel.

He slowly raised one hand and grasped at the empty air.

A crisp sound suddenly rang out from the Six-Winged Angel martial soul.

Fine cracks appeared on the Six-Winged Angel, and they spread with incredible speed.

In an instant, the god-level Six-Winged Angel, as seen by the world, dissolved into specks of light that drifted throughout the Pope's Palace.

At the same time, these specks of light slowly turned a deep red, as blinding as the scorching sun hanging high above the dome.

A dazzling red ring of light erupted within the Pope's Palace, and a golden-red halo ignited behind Qian Renyu.

A massive Brilliant Golden Throne, shimmering with magnificent radiance, slowly emerged from within this ring of golden-red light.

The enormous throne stood ten zhang tall, its high backrest inlaid with countless gemstones; one could vaguely discern a relief portrait on the back, from which a sharp, majestic, and truly terrifying pressure radiated outward.

At the very top of the backrest sat a semicircular, bright red gemstone, overlooking the mortal world like half a sun.

The slightly dim, orange-red glow exuded a sense of oppression and despair, as if the end of the world had arrived.

On the wide seat, two lion-like carvings crouched at the positions of the left and right armrests, roaring, while countless magnificent patterns flowed downward from the backrest, covering the entire throne.

The moment this throne appeared, a golden pillar of light descended upon Qian Renyu, enveloping his entire body within it.

As the golden light spread, the figure of Qian Renyu could no longer be clearly seen by Bibi Dong, Yue Guan, and Gui Mei.

It was as if he had vanished into thin air, leaving no trace to be found within the Pope's Palace.

But the very next second, Qian Renyu's figure appeared in mid-air, right before the hovering throne.

His body slowly sat down.