A Grand Pontiff Left Speechless by Bibi Dong

"Presumptuous!"

Qian Daoliu roared angrily, and his oppressive aura pressed down on the high platform like a tidal wave.

"You clearly have ulterior motives!"

"So what if I have selfish thoughts?" Bibi Dong advanced instead of retreating, slamming her Spider Emperor Scepter heavily onto the ground.

"As the Pope, I am in control of the overall situation. Why would I need you to instruct me on how to do things?"

Qian Daoliu was so angry that his whole body trembled like a leaf.

The golden holy light around him fluctuated violently, as if it were about to erupt and cause trouble at any moment.

The air in the entire hall was frozen solid, tense and ready to fight!

Qian Daoliu his head and looked at Qian Renxue standing to the side.

Qian Renxue was biting her lower lip, looking at the two of them with a complicated expression.

It would be truly inappropriate for him to openly fight with Bibi Dong in the main hall in front of his most beloved granddaughter.

Out of respect for Qian Renxue, he forcibly suppressed his anger.

Qian Daoliu forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest.

He took a deep breath.

He flicked his sleeve and gathered the surging Soul Power within the hall.

He then brought up another, more pressing issue concerning the Spirit Hall.

"Fine, fine, I'll let bygones be bygones regarding the matter of the Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast for now."

"What are your plans to do about the Clear Sky Sect?"

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes slightly.

A deep, somber look appeared in his eyes.

"Back then, I fought Tang Chen on the mountaintop. After my defeat, I swore an iron oath that the Spirit Hall would not kill him."

"Although they've now shown up and caused a scene at the match, out of consideration for their old friendship..."

"Old friend?"

Bibi Dong ruthlessly interrupted his sentimental musings.

The clear, cold voice was like the snow falling in the Far North.

"That old bastard Tang Chen is long gone, probably buried in some pile of corpses."

"You've been holding onto the idea that there's no way to verify it now that the dead have died."

Bibi Dong sat enthroned on the Pope Throne.

Her beautiful eyes flashed with undisguised mockery.

"Eight Titled Douluo from the Clear Sky Sect openly ran rampant in the Great Soul Arena, shattering the rules of the Spirit Hall."

"They injured more than a dozen deacons and bishops in our church."

"They treated Spirit City as their backyard, where they could come and go as they pleased."

"You're actually going to talk to me about feelings now?"

Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly.

The purplish-blue pupils reflected Qian Daoliu's stiff, old face.

"Qian Daoliu, you need to understand your own position."

"Are you the Grand Pontiff of the Spirit Hall, or the Security Captain of the Clear Sky Sect?"

Qian Daoliu was so choked by those words that his beard trembled violently.

A lump of air got stuck in his throat; he couldn't swallow it down or spit it out.

Bibi Dong gave the old man no chance to catch his breath.

"Now that the entire Clear Sky Sect has jumped out to provoke us, you still insist on clinging to that ridiculous gentleman's agreement."

"Do you only feel satisfied when they bring their Clear Sky Hammer and smash the plaque of your Worship Hall?"

"Since they dare to break free of their shells and come out to their deaths, we must be prepared for their total annihilation."

"Do you intend to protect this rabble?"

This barrage of questions forced Qian Daoliu into a corner.

Qian Daoliu ashen.

His lips twitched a few times.

Looking at the domineering Bibi Dong before him, he felt an inexplicable sense of unease.

The woman's past madness and Destruction tendencies have vanished.

Instead, it was replaced by a methodical, extremely decisive, and ruthless approach to killing.

What exactly is this unhurried arrogance?

What exactly happened to this woman?

The main hall was completely silent.

Qian Daoliu gave Bibi Dong a deep look, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

He finally let out a long sigh.

That's enough.

Times have changed.

"Since they broke their vow of seclusion, they have only themselves to blame."

"You decide what to do."

Qian Daoliu showed no intention of lingering any longer.

He turned and flicked his sleeve. Golden holy light enveloped Qian Renxue.

The two figures instantly transformed into streaks of light and disappeared beyond the dome of the Pope Palace.

The golden light completely dissipated.

Silence returned to the main hall.

Bibi Dong rested her chin on one hand, her long, slender, fair legs slightly crossed, and her red lips curved into a breathtaking smile.

Qian Daoliu, this old man, backed down and tacitly approved of all her decisions.

This means that the highest power of the entire Spirit Hall has been completely concentrated in her hands.

Bibi Dong stroked the cool jade pendant at her waist.

She recalled the bold words she whispered in the depths of the palace last night, as she held the boy's neck and made a promise in his ear, "I will conquer the entire continent as my dowry."

That little rascal was grinning from ear to ear.

A startling aura of dominance erupted from Bibi Dong's eyes.

That's the gaze of a supreme emperor who looks down upon the world.

"Someone come here."

A clear voice pierced through the hall.

Two pitch-black shadows suddenly converged in the center of the hall.

Ghost Douluo Gui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan one knee.

His expression was extremely respectful.

"Greetings, Your His Holiness the Pope!"

Bibi Dong looked down at the two of them from her high position, her tone as cold as ice. "Convey my decree."

"Summon the six elders, mobilize the Spirit Master Legion, and notify the four sects below to cooperate in the operation."

"Soul Hunting Operation has officially begun!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan swallowed hard and cautiously asked, "Your Majesty... what is our first objective?"

Bibi Dong sneered, "The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Those who obey me prosper, those who defy me perish."

"Since the Upper Three Sects like to be of the same ilk, then let them continue to keep each other company on the road to the underworld."

Gui Mei and Yue Guan Gate trembled, their eyes blazing with fury.

"Your subordinate obeys!"

The two dark figures vanished into the shadows in an instant.

Bibi Dong leaned back on her throne, her beautiful eyes gazing distantly towards the direction of Heaven Dou City.

"This continent needs a new master."

Pope Palace.

The White Jade Ancient Road, silent for thousands of years, stretches out slowly.

Golden sunlight shone on the towering statues on both sides.

Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue walked one after the other up the long steps.

The mountain breeze ruffled their long robes.

Qian Daoliu stopped in his tracks.

She turned her head to look at her granddaughter, who seemed preoccupied with something on her mind.

"Xue'er, is there something you wanted to ask that woman just now?"

Qian Renxue paused slightly in her steps.

Her slender figure cast a long shadow in the golden light.

Lin Qingmo's handsome face, with its slightly irritating smile, flashed through her mind like crazy.

And then there's Bibi Dong's unusually delicate and affectionate demeanor.

What exactly did those two do?

Qian Renxue felt as if her heart was being scratched by a cat.

But how could he possibly bring up such a trivial matter with his own conservative and Grand Pontiff grandfather?

Should I just say, "Grandpa, I suspect my mom is having an affair with the boy I've got my eye on?"

That would probably make the old man so angry he'd vomit three liters of blood on the spot.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath of the cool mountain breeze, and finally shook her head, suppressing those complicated personal feelings deep in her heart.

"Grandpa, I'm alright."

"I was just thinking... I'm too weak right now."

Qian Renxue raised her hand.

Looking at the golden Angel Soul Power gathering in her slender palm, her eyes gleamed with an intense competitive spirit.

"Lost to Lin Qingmo in the Soul Master Tournament."

I accept it.

"His seven extraordinary Spirit Ring completely overwhelmed me."

That brings us to this.

Qian Renxue gritted her teeth.

"But I will never let him leave me behind forever."

"What Heaven Dou fake Crown Prince?"

"What Nation-Stealing Plan?"

"In the face of absolute power, everything is a joke."