Bibi Dong's Ruthless Methods, Tai Tan, Dead!

Spirit City, Pope Palace.

When Bibi Dong stepped into the palace, she had not yet completely taken off her black robe.

They rushed back from Heaven Dou City, traveling day and night with almost no rest.

But instead of going to her bedchamber first, she went straight to the Council Hall.

She knew that, given Hu Liena's personality, she would rush over the moment she knew she was back.

really.

She had barely sat down, and before she could even have tea served, the doors to the Council Hall were suddenly pushed open.

"Teacher!"

Hu Liena practically rushed in, her long golden hair disheveled and draped over her shoulders from running so fast.

With a look of suppressed anxiety and urgency on her face, she strode up to Bibi Dong and knelt on one knee.

"This disciple begs Master to order Tang San's execution!"

Her voice echoed in the empty Council Hall for several seconds, her tone resolute, carrying a fierce intensity that seemed to want to chew up and tear the name Tang San to pieces.

Bibi Dong sat on the Pope chair, looking down at her most prized disciple with an unchanging expression.

"Reason?"

"Tang San will Destruction the Spirit Hall in the future!"

Hu Liena raised her head, her eyes reddening.

"I saw everything Lin Qingmo said."

"That Tang San, he'll make me betray my sect, destroy the Spirit Hall, and even make you, Master—"

She couldn't continue.

In that ending, the Spirit Hall was destroyed, Bibi Dong also died.

Bibi Dong calmly replied, "It would make me die to save Qian Renxue."

Hu Liena bit her lip and nodded.

"So you want to kill Tang San Tang San I'm killed by him?"

"Yes!"

Hu Liena answered without hesitation, her eyes filled with an almost desperate, earnest expression.

"This disciple will never be ungrateful, and will never betray his teacher!"

"Lin Qingmo said I'd fall for Tang San, so I'll kill him before I even see him!"

"That way, I'll never be tempted, and the Spirit Hall won't be destroyed!"

"..."

Bibi Dong looked at Hu Liena kneeling before her, her eyes filled with a stubborn yet anxious gaze, and a strange emotion flickered in her heart.

Nana was raised by her.

She knew the child's loyalty was genuine.

He also knew that her determination to kill Tang San was genuine.

But now is not the time.

A-Qing wasn't ready yet; she had other plans for Tang San.

More importantly, she couldn't let Nana disrupt A-Qing's plans.

Get up.

Bibi Dong's voice remained cold, but her tone was softer than usual.

Hu Liena didn't move.

"Listen to me."

Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly, her deep purple pupils staring directly into Hu Liena's eyes.

"Killing Tang San is inevitable, but when and how to do it is not up to you."

"Remember one thing: you are not allowed to act rashly."

"If you go to find Tang San on your own, whether you succeed or not, do not come back to see your master."

Hu Liena was stunned.

The teacher's expression was very serious, more serious than ever before.

"... Disciple understands."

She lowered her head, her voice muffled, carrying a hint of resentment and a sense of grievance that she dared not disobey.

Bibi Dong stood up and gently patted her shoulder as she passed by.

Then he walked out of the Council Hall without looking back.

The dungeon.

The stone steps led downwards, and the torchlight cast dim, yellowish shadows on the damp walls.

The air was damp and cold, carrying a strange smell of rust and mildew.

Bibi Dong walked down the stone steps, followed only by two personal maids.

Behind the iron bars at the deepest part of the dungeon, four people who had been imprisoned for dozens of days heard footsteps and raised their heads in unison.

The chains rattled, a sound specifically used to suppress the Soul Power of Soul Master.

Bai He, Yang Wudi, Niu Gao, and Tai Tan, the Clan Head of the Four Great Single-Attribute Clans, were once powerful figures who were full of vigor and ambition. Now, they were all disheveled and their clothes were filthy.

But their eyes still shone with a piercing light, filled with hatred and rage.

Bibi Dong stood in front of the iron fence, the hem of her robe falling just to the edge of a dent in the stone bricks.

"I, the Pope, will give you a chance to live."

Her voice wasn't loud, but in the enclosed stone chamber, it was as clear as a knife striking bone.

"Surrender is your only way out."

There was a moment of silence behind the iron fence.

Then Tai Tan lunged at the fence, gripping the iron bars tightly with both hands, his thick knuckles turning white from the force.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his face, which had remained fleshy even after being locked up for dozens of days, was filled with rage and disdain.

"Submit?! What utter bullshit!"

Tai Tan's voice shook the torches on the stone wall.

"I, Laozi, have only one master on Tai Tan —Lord Clear Sky!"

"The Strength Clan has been loyal to its master for generations. Who do you think you are, trying to make me submit?"

"You bastards from the Spirit Hall, if you have the guts, let me go and fight me head-on!"

"Laugh!"

A black Spider Spear pierced out from the void.

No one could see where it came from; it was so fast that it left no afterimage.

The Tai Tan's roar abruptly stopped at its highest point, like a gong being smashed to pieces.

His hands, gripping the fence, froze. He looked down and saw a fist-sized hole in his chest.

Blood gushed from the hole, running down his clothes and dripping onto the cold stone bricks.

"Pfft!"

The black Spider Spear was pulled out cleanly and decisively, leaving a cloud of blood mist before dissipating into the air.

"Thump!"

The Tai Tan's massive body crashed to the ground, the heavy thud echoing several times throughout the dungeon.

His eyes were still open, he died with his eyes wide open.

"Old Gorilla!!!"

Three tearing sounds exploded simultaneously.

Yang Wudi was closest to him, so he rushed over and helped Tai Tan up, pressing his hand against the hole in his chest, where blood was gushing out from between his fingers.

Niu Gao stood to the side, his hands trembling uncontrollably, while Bai He knelt on the ground, completely stunned.

They've been arguing with the Tai Tan for decades.

The Four Clans disliked each other, but their decades of fighting side by side were ingrained in their bones.

Now Tai Tan is dead.

In a single word, in a single instant, the person was gone.

No one expected Bibi Dong to be so ruthless and decisive.

Bibi Dong withdrew her hand, and the black Spider Spear dissipated into a shower of tiny rays of light at her fingertips.

"I, the Pope, have already given him a chance, but he didn't cherish it."

"The entire Strength Clan will be exterminated, without a single one, because of his foolish choice as their Clan Head."

She turned her head slightly, her gaze falling on the remaining three people.

His gaze was indifferent, as if he were looking at three documents awaiting a stamp.

"The lives of your three clans, the lives of all the young and old, are in your hands. Make your decision."

Yang Wudi's hand was still pressed against Tai Tan's cold chest, the blood at his fingertips already cold.

Niu Gao gritted his teeth, the muscles on his face twitching.

They all knew the strength of the Spirit Hall, and they knew that even if they risked their lives, their entire clan of several hundred people would perish.

Bibi Dong seemed satisfied with their silence, turned slightly, and finally fixed her gaze on the Bai He.

She paused, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Bai He, you also have a granddaughter named Bai Chenxiang."

The Bai He's body seemed to be struck by lightning; it suddenly raised its head, its eyes narrowing sharply.

His lips trembled violently, and a hoarse roar escaped his parched throat, "What did you do to her?!"

Bibi Dong did not answer.

She merely curled the corners of her lips slightly, the curve appearing exceptionally cold in the flickering torchlight.

Your choice will determine her fate.