The Youngest Pope in History, Holding the Authority of Martial Soul Hall

The youngest Pope in history, holding the power of Martial Soul Hall.

Orange-red radiance erupted from behind the throne.

In an instant, the infinite brilliance coalesced into a massive orange-red sword of light, hovering high above the head of Qian Renyu.

Without any further movement, thousands of orange-red beams descended from the sky. These rays seemed to have eyes of their own, drifting toward Bibi Dong without a single exception.

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted as she watched the orange-red light sweeping toward her, her breath hitching instantly.

Her forward-charging body froze in mid-air.

Her surging soul power immediately shifted to compensate, and a purple vortex appeared beneath her.

At the same time, purple-black spikes, each over a meter long, densely covered every inch in front of her, forming a suit of purple armor.

Bang, bang, bang...

The orange-red light slammed into the armor in front of Bibi Dong.

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

Her own aura withered significantly.

"Damn it!"

"He only just became a Title Douluo, why is this power so formidable?"

"What exactly is the martial soul of this guy Qian Renyu? Why is it even more powerful than the Six-Winged Angel martial soul!!"

Bibi Dong roared internally.

Only after clashing head-on with Qian Renyu did she truly perceive the gap in their strength.

It wasn't that she was truly afraid of the strength Qian Renyu was displaying right now; Bibi Dong hadn't unleashed her full power either.

It was just that Qian Renyu had only just broken through to Title Douluo, yet possessed such strength, which exceeded her initial predictions.

Qian Renyu's expression remained as indifferent as ever. Seeing Bibi Dong hard-tanking his Judgment technique, he lifted the finger he had been tapping against the void once more.

The orange-red sword of light flared with brilliance, an incomparably terrifying pressure flooding the area as even more dazzling orange-red light swept toward Bibi Dong, covering the sky and earth.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei!"

"Quickly join me in taking down this madman, Qian Renyu!"

Bibi Dong shouted, her soul power surging frantically, yet it remained stuck at a critical threshold.

Even at this point, she still did not want to unleash her full strength.

Bibi Dong did not want her future to be affected by such an all-out outburst.

The expressions of Yue Guan and Gui Mei changed simultaneously as Bibi Dong's reprimand echoed in their ears.

For a moment, they watched the struggle between Bibi Dong and Qian Renyu.

On one side was the illustrious Pope, and on the other was the equally illustrious Young Master Qian Renyu.

They didn't know whether to intervene or not.

Bibi Dong saw the reactions of Yue Guan and Gui Mei entirely.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei!"

"Are my words no longer effective?!"

Bibi Dong was furious, a portion of her terrifying aura sweeping toward Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

At this moment, she was like a bristling lioness.

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

This was intolerable!

"Young Master, forgive us!"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's faces turned pale.

They bowed slightly toward Qian Renyu in mid-air.

Under the threat of Bibi Dong, the two dared not hesitate any longer.

"Enough!"

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

The surging soul power within the entire Pope's Palace, as well as the sharp auras radiating from Qian Renyu and Bibi Dong, seemed to freeze in that instant.

Qian Daoliu stepped into the Pope's Palace, his hands clasped behind his back, each step taken with absolute steadiness.

Yet, these steady footsteps landed firmly upon the rhythmic power pulsing throughout the entire Pope's Palace.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were horrified; the courage they had just mustered to help Bibi Dong deal with Qian Renyu vanished into thin air.

In front of Qian Daoliu, they did not have the guts to lay a hand on Qian Renyu.

Qian Daoliu's calm gaze swept over Qian Renyu in mid-air, looking at the Brilliant Golden Throne beneath him.

Even with his composed mindset, the moment he saw the Brilliant Golden Throne, he could not help but feel a jolt in his heart.

Such a martial soul was definitely a god-level martial soul that surpassed the Six-Winged Angel.

Bibi Dong observed all of Qian Daoliu's reactions, realized she could not continue her attack, and questioned him in a deep voice:

"Are you tacitly approving of him coming to challenge my position as Pope? Do you want to support him in taking the seat of the Pope?!"

Qian Daoliu glanced at Bibi Dong and said indifferently: "The world of the future belongs to the young."

"Since Xiao Yu has such thoughts, it is not impossible to let Xiao Yu give it a try!"

Having said this, Qian Daoliu's tone paused slightly.

The gaze he cast upon Bibi Dong also became somewhat cryptic at this moment.

His voice, filled with contemplation, rang out with a pointed meaning: "You still have other important matters to attend to; you might as well take this time to handle your affairs thoroughly."

"Once you have finished dealing with your matters and are capable of resuming the duties of the Pope, if you wish to sit in this position again, I naturally will not say a single word against it!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire Pope's Palace suddenly fell into absolute silence.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei were stunned on the spot, the two of them staring at Qian Daoliu in disbelief, highly doubting the authenticity of what they had just heard.

Was the Grand Pontiff implying that he was backing young master Qian Renyu?

If such a thing were to truly come to pass, where would that leave Bibi Dong, the current Pope?

This was not a normal abdication, but a forceful coup!

For the entire Martial Soul Hall, this was absolutely an earth-shattering event!

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted, dangerous expressions surging in her eyes as she stared fixedly at the calm and collected Qian Daoliu.

"Grand Pontiff, the Pope's Palace and the Worship Hall have always kept to their own affairs. Are you trying to use the Worship Hall to interfere in the matters of the Pope's Palace?"

"Even if I have other matters to attend to, I am more than capable of holding onto this position as Pope!"

Qian Daoliu selectively ignored Bibi Dong's rebuttal, sensing the faint aura of another god lingering on her.

In her current state, Bibi Dong did not even dare to unleash her full strength; if she truly encountered an irresistible force, she could only watch helplessly as those who invaded the Martial Soul Hall departed.

If Bibi Dong had unleashed her full strength today and forcefully suppressed Qian Renyu, he might have thought more highly of her, but she did not even dare to do that!

"Bibi Dong, this matter is settled!"

Qian Daoliu continued: "Trying to do two things at once is not a good thing for you; I only wish to see the Martial Soul Hall develop even better!"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, her voice becoming much sharper: "Grand Pontiff, what if I refuse?!"

Qian Daoliu swept a glance at Bibi Dong: "Bibi Dong, I have already said, let you go and handle your affairs with peace of mind. As you are now, you do not have the ability to act on impulse before me!"

"From this moment on, let Xiao Yu serve as the interim Pope and hold the authority of the Martial Soul Hall!!"