The Youngest Pope in History, Wielding the Power of Spirit Hall

The Youngest Pope in History, Wielding the Power of Spirit Hall

Orange-red light burst forth from behind the Throne.

In an instant, the boundless radiance coalesced into a massive orange-red sword of light, hovering above Qian Renyu's head.

Without another movement, countless beams of orange-red light descended from the sky. As though guided by eyes, every one of them drifted toward Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted. As she watched the orange-red light sweep toward her, her breathing stopped.

Her lunging body halted midair.

The Soul Power surging through her immediately shifted, and a purple vortex appeared beneath her.

At the same time, purple-black spikes, each more than a meter long, covered every inch in front of her, forming a purple carapace around her body.

Bang, bang, bang...

The orange-red light slammed into the carapace before Bibi Dong.

In an instant, Bibi Dong's face flushed, and thin trails of blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.

Her aura weakened considerably.

"Damn it!"

"He only just became a Titled Douluo. How can his power be this strong?"

"What exactly is Qian Renyu's Martial Soul? Why is it even stronger than the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul?!"

Bibi Dong roared inwardly.

Only after clashing head-on with Qian Renyu had she truly felt the difference in their strength.

It wasn't that she genuinely feared the power Qian Renyu had shown. Bibi Dong hadn't unleashed her full strength either.

But Qian Renyu had only just broken through to become a Titled Douluo, and he was already this powerful. He had far exceeded her initial expectations.

Qian Renyu's expression remained as indifferent as ever. Seeing Bibi Dong withstand his "Judgment" technique, he raised the finger he had lightly touched to the air once more.

Light flared from the orange-red sword. Its peerless, terrifying might surged without restraint, and an even more dazzling tide of orange-red light swept toward Bibi Dong.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei!"

"Join me and bring Qian Renyu, this insolent upstart, to heel!"

Bibi Dong shouted as Soul Power surged wildly within her, yet remained stuck at a critical threshold.

Even now, she still didn't want to unleash her full strength.

She didn't want her future to be affected by going all out like this.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's expressions changed at the same time as Bibi Dong's rebuke rang in their ears.

Watching Bibi Dong and Qian Renyu fight, they were caught in a dilemma.

One was the venerable Pope, the other the equally eminent young master, Qian Renyu.

They didn't know whether to intervene or stay back.

Bibi Dong took in every reaction from Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei!"

"Do my orders mean nothing to you?!"

Bibi Dong was enraged. A portion of her terrifying aura surged toward Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

At that moment, she was like a lioness with her hackles raised.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, who had once obeyed her every word, were now hesitating to help her deal with Qian Renyu.

This was unforgivable!

"Young Master, forgive us!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's faces changed drastically.

They bowed slightly to Qian Renyu, who hovered in midair.

Under Bibi Dong's threat, they didn't dare hesitate any longer.

"Enough!"

Just as Yue Guan and Gui Mei were about to act, an aged voice rang out through the Pope's Palace.

The Soul Power surging throughout the palace, along with the fierce auras radiating from Qian Renyu and Bibi Dong, froze in place as if time itself had stopped.

Qian Daoliu strode into the Pope's Palace, his hands clasped behind his back, every step steady and measured.

Yet each steady footfall landed squarely upon the currents of power pulsing through the entire palace.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were horrified. The courage they had just summoned to help Bibi Dong fight Qian Renyu vanished in an instant.

They wouldn't dare attack Qian Renyu in front of Qian Daoliu.

Qian Daoliu's calm gaze swept over Qian Renyu in midair and settled on the Brilliant Golden Throne beneath him.

Even with his usual composure, he couldn't help but feel a jolt at the sight of the Brilliant Golden Throne.

Such a Martial Soul was undoubtedly a divine-level Martial Soul, one that surpassed even the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul.

Bibi Dong watched all of Qian Daoliu's reactions. Realizing she could no longer continue the fight, she demanded coldly,

"So you're letting him challenge my position as Pope? You intend to support him in taking the throne?!"

Qian Daoliu glanced at Bibi Dong and replied calmly, "The future belongs to the young."

"If Xiao Yu has this ambition, there's no harm in letting him give it a try!"

Qian Daoliu paused briefly.

His gaze, fixed on Bibi Dong, took on a curious edge.

After a moment, he spoke with an unmistakable implication: "You have other important matters to attend to. You can use this time to settle them properly."

"Once you've taken care of everything and are ready to serve as Pope again, if you want to reclaim the position, this old man won't object."

At those words, the entire Pope's Palace fell utterly silent.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were stunned. They stared at Qian Daoliu in disbelief, unable to believe their ears.

Was the Grand Pontiff siding with young master Qian Renyu?

If this really happened, what would become of Bibi Dong, the current Pope?

This wasn't a normal abdication. It was a forceful coup!

For the entire Spirit Hall, this was a seismic event!

Bibi Dong's pupils narrowed. A dangerous look churned in her eyes as she stared at Qian Daoliu, who remained calm and unruffled.

"Grand Pontiff, the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall have always kept out of each other's affairs. Are you using the Worship Hall to interfere in the Pope's Palace?"

"Even with other matters to attend to, I'm more than capable of holding on to my position as Pope!"

Qian Daoliu chose to ignore Bibi Dong's objection. He could faintly sense the presence of another god within her.

In her current state, Bibi Dong didn't even dare unleash her full strength. If an enemy she couldn't resist came for Spirit Hall, she could only watch helplessly as they left.

If Bibi Dong had unleashed her full strength today and forcefully subdued Qian Renyu, he might have thought more highly of her. But she hadn't even dared to do that!

"Bibi Dong, it's settled!"

Qian Daoliu continued, "Dividing your attention is no good for you. I only want to see Spirit Hall grow stronger!"

Bibi Dong drew a deep breath, her voice turning sharp. "Grand Pontiff, what if I refuse?!"

Qian Daoliu glanced at Bibi Dong. "Bibi Dong, I told you to set your mind at ease and deal with your affairs. You're not yet in a position to throw your weight around in front of me!"

"From this day forward, Xiao Yu will serve as acting Pope and wield the power of Spirit Hall!"