Well, would you look at that.
If Bibi Dong hadn't known anything about Qian Wuyou's forces, she might still have feared Spirit Hall being ganged up on by the powers across the continent.
But now that she knew Qian Wuyou's strength, if she still chose to cower and compromise with the various powers, wouldn't that mean she'd wasted all these years as the Pope of Spirit Hall?
As for whether Qian Wuyou would stand by and do nothing?
Heh!
Bibi Dong had plenty of ways and means to deal with that!
The Angel God your ancestors established Spirit Hall. Did you, Qian Wuyou, care whether it survived?
You didn't?
Then what about Qian Renxue and the survival of the Angel Family in Spirit City? How would you choose then, Qian Wuyou?
After thinking it over, Bibi Dong felt a little less furious. She continued giving orders to Yue Guan and Gui Mei below her.
"Yue Guan, Gui Mei, your top priority now is to send more people to find Qian Wuyou and his group..."
"Spread the word. Have every Spirit Hall Branch across the continent keep an eye out for information about Qian Wuyou. Search the entire continent if you have to, but keep looking. I refuse to believe we can't find a few thousand people..."
Yue Guan and Gui Mei both breathed a sigh of relief.
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope!"
Compared with the trouble of facing the continent's top powers, the task of finding Qian Wuyou and his few thousand followers was a piece of cake.
Once they were sure Bibi Dong had nothing else to say, the two carefully withdrew from the Pope Palace.
When the Pope Palace had fallen completely silent, Bibi Dong rose from her throne, took up the Pope Scepter, and headed straight for the Worship Hall.
With steady steps, Bibi Dong crossed the many halls of Spirit Hall. The disciples, deacons, and bishops on guard along the way bowed respectfully as she passed.
Before long, Bibi Dong arrived at the Worship Hall.
At that moment, inside the Worship Hall,
seven tall old men with unfathomably deep auras stood in silence beneath the statue of the Angel God. The atmosphere was exceedingly strange.
They were the very heart of Spirit Hall's strength—
The Grand Pontiff of Spirit Hall, Qian Daoliu, titled Angel Douluo, a Level 99 Peerless Douluo.
The Second Worship of Spirit Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Golden Crocodile King, a Level 98 Peak Douluo of the Power Attack System.
The Third Offering of Spirit Hall, Azure Luan Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Azure Luan Divine Bird, a Level 97 Peak Douluo of the Agility Attack System.
The Fourth Offering of Spirit Hall, Mighty Lion Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Blazing Lion, a Level 97 Peak Douluo of the Power Attack System.
The Fifth Offering of Spirit Hall, Light Feather Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Light Feather Divine Bow, a Level 96 Peak Douluo of the Power Attack System.
The Sixth Offering of Spirit Hall, Thousand Jun Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Coiling Dragon Staff, a Level 96 Peak Douluo of the Power Attack System.
The Seventh Offering of Spirit Hall, Falling Devil Douluo, whose Martial Soul was the Coiling Dragon Staff, a Level 96 Peak Douluo of the Power Attack System.
When Qian Daoliu saw Bibi Dong arrive, he spoke first.
"Bibi Dong, what brings you to the Worship Hall?"
Qian Daoliu was the only homebody in the entire Worship Hall who showed Bibi Dong even a little courtesy.
The other six offerings all turned their gazes toward Bibi Dong, their eyes carrying a measure of scrutiny and distance.
"You old fool, I assume you've heard about what Qian Wuyou did in Heaven Dou City?"
Even though Qian Daoliu had often yielded and compromised with her over the years, Bibi Dong still showed him not the slightest courtesy.
She hated Qian Xunji.
Because Qian Xunji had forced himself on her, she had not only lost the Yu Xiaogang she loved most, but also given birth to that little wretch, Qian Renxue.
Though she had already killed Qian Xunji and devoured both his body and soul, nothing could change the painful experience she had endured.
The only reason Qian Daoliu hadn't pursued her for killing Qian Xunji was that she still had value.
He kept her around, on the one hand, so Qian Renxue could have a mother in name and at least enjoy the appearance of a complete childhood. He didn't want Qian Renxue to lose her only mother after already losing her father, Qian Xunji.
Even if Bibi Dong was an unfit mother, there was little else he could do.
On the other hand, Qian Daoliu also valued her abilities. He wanted to use her to manage Spirit Hall's affairs and gradually establish Spirit Hall as the undisputed hegemon, the greatest power on the continent.
In the end, in Qian Daoliu's eyes, Bibi Dong had never been family. She was merely a pawn to strengthen Spirit Hall and, eventually, secure Qian Renxue's success.
Of course, having obtained the Rakshasa God Trial, she had long since gone from a pawn at the mercy of others to a player who could hold her own against Qian Daoliu—and might even surpass the Angel God.
At the thought of the Rakshasa God's promise, Bibi Dong couldn't wait to become a god and kill the Angel God, the source of the Angel Bloodline.
Bibi Dong's tone and attitude displeased the other six offerings.
"How dare you!"
"Bibi Dong, watch your tone and attitude!"
Qian Daoliu might show Bibi Dong some courtesy, but that didn't mean the other offerings would do the same.
She had even dared to strike down her own daughter, nearly strangling Qian Renxue with her own hands. This poisonous woman, so devoid of humanity and utterly shameless, didn't deserve to live, let alone hold the reins of Spirit Hall.
If their big brother Qian Daoliu hadn't stopped them, they would have killed the vicious woman Bibi Dong long ago. They wouldn't have let her stand there making snide remarks.
"Enough! Stop arguing, all of you!"
Qian Daoliu waved his hand, calming the other six short-tempered offerings.
"I already know what happened with that child, Wuyou!"
"Bibi Dong, just focus on managing Spirit Hall!"
"As for Wuyou, you don't need to concern yourself with him. Even if you wanted to, I doubt you could do anything. I'll arrange for someone to handle the aftermath."
Qian Daoliu wasn't surprised by Qian Wuyou's betrayal.
Or rather, ever since Qian Wuyou received the Angel God's divine trial to become Grand Worship, he had known this day would come.
After all—he'd been through it himself.
Back in the day, he too had broken through to Titled Douluo at a young age and even received the Angel God's divine trial to become Grand Worship.
But when he learned that a Grand Worship couldn't become a god and would even have to sacrifice himself for the future Angel God, he was completely floored.
Emmm...
Could any normal person accept that?
Though he hadn't gone so far as to lead his family in a betrayal like Qian Wuyou, young and hot-blooded as he'd been, he had simply left home to travel the continent.
Aside from refusing to accept that screwed-up fate of having to sacrifice himself, Qian Daoliu had also hoped to find another divine inheritance out in the world.
But alas—after the world had beaten him black and blue, he had slowly chosen to accept that screwed-up fate.
What Qian Wuyou had done was not just similar to what he'd done in his youth. It was exactly the same.
Once Qian Wuyou had spent some time roaming around outside, he'd naturally come home.
"Hmph! Old fool, see that you do!"
"If you can't deal with Qian Wuyou, then as Pope, I'll have no choice but to make some public statements that won't reflect well on the Angel Family."
Having gotten the answer she wanted, Bibi Dong nodded in satisfaction.
She wasn't afraid Qian Wuyou wouldn't come back. She was afraid he'd keep making enemies for her and Spirit Hall while out there.
She could handle this mess, but that didn't mean she was willing to keep cleaning up after that brat Qian Wuyou.
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