Pope Bibi Dong: Surprised? Unexpected?

The entire audience of 100,000 people bowed their heads!

Even Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly, performing a standard sect salute.

Bibi Dong walked to the Pope chair and slowly turned around.

Extreme elegance, extreme domineering, extreme danger.

This is the woman standing at the very top of the Soul Master pyramid across the entire continent— Pope Bibi Dong!

"Greetings, Your His Holiness the Pope!"

A deafening roar, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing down, suddenly poured out from all directions.

At this moment, all the Soul Master belonging to the Spirit Hall knelt down on one knee in unison, like a toppled tower.

The heavy thud of armor clashing together created a wave that caused the entire Central Great Soul Arena to tremble slightly.

The nobles of the two empires abandoned their usual arrogance and stood at attention respectfully.

Even powerful figures like Ning Fengzhi, the sect leader of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and Sword Douluo Chen Xin, rose to their feet, cupped their hands in respect, and bowed slightly in greeting.

Of the 100,000 audience members, not a single one dared to sit comfortably in their high seats!

Sunlight streamed down from the dome, casting an elongated silhouette of that peerless beauty.

Amidst the overwhelming pressure and the intense attention, no one had the mind to appreciate her stunning beauty.

All that remained in everyone's perception was that supreme majesty that transcended all living beings!

It was as if all the light in the world had been drawn away by that Angel Scepter and concentrated on her alone.

In the Shrek Team's seats, Dai Mubai's legs were trembling slightly.

Tang San gritted his teeth, veins bulging on his forehead, his spine ramrod straight.

But the overwhelming residual power of that Soul Power still felt like a mountain pressing heavily on his shoulders, making him feel an urge to worship it.

"Is this the power of the Spirit Hall...?"

Tang San clenched his fists, his eyes filled with resentment, fear, and unwillingness.

He knew that Bibi Dong was his greatest enemy!

And at the very front of the Imperial Fighting Team.

Lin Qingmo, who had been calmly watching the show with his hands in his pockets, was suddenly struck dumb.

His eyes widened suddenly, and his pupils contracted violently!

"Holy crap?!"

Lin Qingmo mentally uttered an extremely vulgar Chinese curse.

He rubbed his eyes, even wondering if he was hallucinating from exhaustion with Xiao Wu and Ah Yin last night.

High on the platform, the incomparably noble His Holiness the Pope, overlooking all living beings, possessed a flawless, coldly beautiful face...

How come he looks exactly like his elusive Master?!

Lin Qingmo's brain went blank for a moment.

Logical lines were clashing wildly in his mind.

Eastern Emperor Douluo?

Bibi Dong?

Wait a moment!

No wonder that woman always exuded an indelible air of nobility and domineering arrogance whenever she came to teach him!

No wonder the cultivation resources she casually tossed to herself were so abundant, it was as if she had simply plundered the Spirit Hall's national treasury!

No wonder she wasn't shocked by his various wild ideas about Twin Martial Souls; instead, her eyes were so deep that it was as if she were looking at one of her own kind!

"Eastern Emperor..."

"Bibi Dong ..."

The two names swirled in Lin Qingmo's mind, and he almost choked on his breath.

I feel like my worldview has been hit like never before.

Just as Lin Qingmo was experiencing a jolt of shock and his brain went numb.

Bibi Dong on the high platform seemed to sense his astonished gaze.

She tilted her head slightly, her dark purple eyes looking over the throng of people and landing precisely on Lin Qingmo.

Their eyes met.

A barely perceptible hint of amusement flickered across Bibi Dong Dong's usually calm and aloof face.

That look clearly said: Surprised? Unexpected?

Lin Qingmo's lips twitched violently.

He recognized her from her eyes; it was the Master with whom he had once made love.

"My backer is actually the biggest villain in the entire continent?"

Lin Qingmo felt as if a million mythical beasts were stampeding through his mind.

After the initial shock, a strange, indescribable emotion surged to the top of my head.

Bibi Dong quickly withdrew her gaze, her long, slender, fair fingers gently lifting.

With just this one casual movement, the thunderous shouts of battle and cries of homage were abruptly cut off.

The vast Central Great Soul Arena, a place where 100,000 people had gathered, fell into a deathly silence.

This absolute control over the rhythm of the entire game is simply breathtaking.

"Very good."

Bibi Dong spoke.

Her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried an undeniable imperial majesty, reaching clearly into everyone's ears.

"From you, I see the hope for the future of the Douluo Continent."

"Today, Pope Palace, I hope to see you display all your talents and abilities."

"And the ultimate victor will receive the greatest reward from the Spirit Hall."

As soon as she finished speaking, Bibi Dong gently tapped the Angel Scepter in the air.

Buzz--!

Three dazzling rays of light rose from her palm, transforming into three streams of light that hovered in mid-air.

In an instant, an extremely powerful surge of Soul Power swept across the entire area like a hurricane!

"Soul Bone! It's Soul Bone!"

"My God, three whole ten- Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone!"

The entire venue instantly erupted in unprecedented frenzy and excitement.

Countless Soul Master' eyes turned red, and their breathing became heavy, like bellows!

However, the expressions of the Titled Douluo and leaders of various sects standing in the front row changed.

Something's not right!

Ning Fengzhi froze, and he exclaimed in disbelief, "This Soul Power fluctuation... how is this possible?!"

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly opened them, unleashing two sword beams that tore through the void. He said in a deep voice, "All three Soul Bone are over 50,000 years old!"

Upon hearing this, all the knowledgeable experts around gasped in shock!

The three Soul Bone, suspended in mid-air, emitted a captivating luster.

At this moment, Lin Qingmo from the Imperial Fighting Team was completely dumbfounded.

"Wait... this isn't right?!"

Lin Qingmo's lips twitched violently, and the settings from the original work in his memory bank surged wildly.

In the original work, only the Wisdom Skull among these three Soul Bone reached 50,000 years.

The remaining Flame Right Arm Bone and Wind Chasing Left Leg Bone are only of 30,000-year quality!

According to the original trajectory, all three Soul Bone would eventually fall into Shrek Academy's possessions, becoming the property of Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong!

But what's the situation now?

Three pieces!

All over 50,000 years old!

"Is this the foundation of my Master's knowledge...?"

Lin Qingmo gasped.

He touched his chin, his eyes turning somewhat strange.

"Could this have been prepared especially for me by the teacher?"

Bibi Dong slowly sat down on the high platform.

Platinum Bishop Salas, dressed in a red robe embroidered with gold, stepped forward and strode to the front of the platform.

He looked down at the entire arena from his elevated position.

That sinister yet resonant voice boomed through the Soul Tool: "His Holiness the Pope's decree!"

"The first round of the finals of the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament —the individual battle for the defending champion—is now beginning!"

"Please submit your lineups from the three teams."

As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the entire arena became extremely tense.