Teasing Pope Bibi Dong in Public-Who Else Would Dare?!

In the central Central Plaza of Spirit City, 100,000 spectators listened in silence.

The referee knelt on one knee, his expression extremely respectful.

On the highest golden steps of the Pope Palace, an extremely noble figure slowly rose to his feet.

Bibi Dong's dazzling purple-gold Pope robe fluttered in the wind.

She held the Spider Emperor Scepter, a symbol of supreme power.

His face was holy and cold.

A sense of majesty permeated the entire Central Plaza.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei, two Titled Douluo, stood on either side, not daring to breathe loudly.

Bibi Dong's beautiful, purplish-blue eyes surveyed the entire scene, her clear, cold voice carrying immense Soul Power that echoed through the heavens.

"The overall champion of this continent-wide Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Tournament is the Heaven Dou Royal Academy!"

The announcement was made.

The once deathly silent Central Plaza erupted into a deafening roar.

"Oh!!!"

The audience erupted in hysterical cheers!

The nobles of the two great empires and the elders of various sects on both sides of the stands all stood up.

All eyes were focused on the center of the arena.

On the ground that had been smashed to dust, the seven members of the Imperial Fighting Team stood calmly.

What is extremely outrageous is that

After such a fierce final,

The Heaven Dou team members weren't even covered in a speck of dust.

Xiao Wu linked arms with Lin Qingmo, playfully rubbing her fair rabbit ears.

Dugu Yan crossed her arms, her green hair flying, and she looked relaxed.

Zhu Zhuqing and Ning Rongrong exchanged a smile; they had been looking forward to this moment for a long time.

at this time.

Three attendants from the Spirit Hall, dressed in red robes, walked respectfully onto the platform carrying carved mahogany brocade trays.

The brocade plate was covered with red silk.

As the attendant reached out and pulled back the red silk, three dazzling Berserk light surged forth.

Those were three top-tier Soul Bone radiating terrifying energy fluctuations.

The one on the left is Berserk, fiery red, the Berserk Strength Right Arm Bone!

The blue light in the middle swirled like the wind, and the Swift Shadow Right Leg Bone!

The blue light on the right is deep and captivating, Spirit-Congealing Wisdom Skull fifty thousand years!

The entire audience suddenly felt heavy-hearted.

"Gulp!"

Countless Soul Master had red eyes, and the sound of them swallowing hard could be heard everywhere.

"Please invite the representative of the Heaven Dou Royal Academy to come to the stage to receive the award!" the referee in red shouted.

Liu Erlong smiled and gently nudged Lin Qingmo's back.

"A-Qing, go quickly."

This glory belongs to you.

Xiao Wu winked playfully and pushed Lin Qingmo into the passage ahead.

"Brother, hurry up and get our spoils!"

Dugu Yan covered her mouth and chuckled, "Captain, don't keep His Holiness the Pope waiting."

Lin Qingmo touched his nose. "Alright, then I'll go through the motions."

He walked with graceful and composed steps up the steps leading to the highest Pope throne.

One step at a time!

The boy's tall and slender figure stood out against the backdrop of the dappled sunlight.

On the high platform.

Bibi Dong looked down at the boy walking towards her.

To outsiders, she was an unapproachable, heartless, and ruthless supreme Pope.

But when the boy's figure was reflected in her purplish-blue pupils...

His Holiness the Pope's face, which Ice Seal for a thousand years, quietly melted.

A deeply hidden tenderness flickered in the depths of his eyes.

She recalled the absurdity and madness of the previous night.

This audacious young man, after uncovering all her pretenses, tormented her for an entire night.

Even now, the lingering warmth of the boy's force still seemed to remain within her.

Bibi Dong's lips curved into an extremely subtle yet exquisitely beautiful smile.

These extremely subtle emotional changes are completely imperceptible to ordinary Soul Master.

But to the side of the stands, a golden figure was struck as if by lightning.

Qian Renxue's delicate body stiffened on the spot.

She stared intently at the woman high above on the Pope throne.

"She... smiled?"

From as far back as she could remember, the woman called her mother had never smiled at her even once.

All she ever received was indifference, disgust, and merciless rebuke.

But now...

That cold-blooded Pope actually gave a stranger that look!

Qian Renxue's mind went completely blank.

"Why..."

Why did she look at Lin Qingmo like that?

"She has never shown me, her own daughter, the slightest kindness!"

What exactly is their relationship?

Qian Renxue's fingernails dug deeply into her palm, her delicate body trembling violently.

at this time.

Lin Qingmo had already stepped over the last step and stood before Bibi Dong.

The two were no more than a foot apart.

The air was filled with the cool, elegant Night Dew Flower.

Lin Qingmo sniffed, his gaze sweeping unabashedly over her magnificent Pope robes.

It must be said that Master Bibi Dong's majestic Pope- Bibi Dong demeanor was something he really wanted to appreciate and experience.

I just don't know if I'll ever have the chance to have a more in-depth conversation with my Master while he's wearing this outfit.

He paused for half a second at Bibi Dong's slender, taut waist.

He conveyed a teasing message only the two of them understood with his eyes. "Does your back still ache?"

Bibi Dong sensed the boy's wicked intentions.

She glared at him with her beautiful eyes, her ears burning slightly.

On the surface, she maintained the dignity and composure of Pope.

Bibi Dong gently extended her slender, fair hand and picked up the mahogany brocade tray containing the Soul Bone.

"Lin Qingmo, you are outstanding."

"Your performance has exceeded my expectations."

A cool, clear voice echoed across the Central Plaza.

It sounds like an elder praising a younger person.

Only Lin Qingmo could hear the barely perceptible hint of coquettishness in the last syllable of her voice.

"Your His Holiness the Pope too kind."

Lin Qingmo reached out his hands to receive the brocade tray.

At the moment of handover.

The boy's index finger casually hooked around Bibi Dong's soft palm.

A teasing, ticklish sensation ran through me.

"!"

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled almost imperceptibly.

He almost dropped the Pope's Scepter.

That little rascal is so bold!

This happened in full view of everyone!

Who would believe that someone would dare to flirt with and seduce the Pope in front of tens of thousands of spectators?

She glared at the little rascal, then quickly withdrew her hand and put it behind her back.

Lin Qingmo held the brocade tray and glanced down at the three Soul Bone on it.

Crimson, emerald green, and deep blue.

The lights shone brightly, creating an imposing sight.

"This is the reward the Spirit Hall gave with all its resources; it's so much better than in the original story."

Lin Qingmo sighed inwardly.

He felt that this was specially prepared for him by Bibi Dong.

One every 50,000, 60,000, and 70,000 years.

In the eyes of ordinary Soul Master, it is indeed an priceless treasure.

Unfortunately, in his eyes, they were just a few nicer-looking bones and firewood.

"It doesn't smell as good as my Master's."

Lin Qingmo held the brocade plate with one hand without any emotional fluctuation.

He turned around and looked down at the entire Great Soul Arena.

Sunlight fell on his shoulders, outlining a golden silhouette.

The 100,000 spectators erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Royal Battle! Royal Battle!"

The sound was like a tidal wave, overwhelming everything.

Tang San clenched his fists so tightly that his teeth bled.

Yu Xiaogang slumped in his chair, his eyes glazed over and he looked lost.

Tang Xiao, the Clear Sky Sect, hid in the shadows, his eyes narrowed, his killing intent surging wildly.

The awards ceremony is over.

But some small fry hiding in the shadows seem unable to suppress the urge to jump out.