Wedding Dress Bibi Dong? Image Recording Stone, Qian Yu: Give up on Yu Xiaogang!

High in the sky.

Thousands of white doves and brilliant flying spirit beasts circled and danced, scattering petals across the heavens.

Melodious and sacred bell tolls echoed throughout the entirety of Martial Soul City, lingering without end.

Just as Qian Yu had commanded half a month ago.

The scale of this Saintess's grand wedding was unprecedented, surpassing even the succession ceremonies of past Popes!

The massive plaza in front of the Pope Palace was now a sea of voices, with not a single seat left vacant.

Every top-tier power on the Douluo Continent that carried any weight, whether willing or forced by the absolute tyranny of Martial Soul Hall.

Today, they all had to hold their noses, prepare the most generous of gifts, and come to observe the ceremony.

In the front row of the VIP section.

Representatives of the Upper Three Sects were prominently seated.

Ning Fengzhi wore a pristine white robe, looking refined and easygoing.

Yet, deep within his eyes lay a trace of profound gravity and apprehension as he whispered to Sword Douluo Chen Xin beside him:

"Uncle Sword, this Saint Son of Martial Soul Hall, Qian Yu, has hidden himself too deeply.

Today's wedding is likely not as simple as a mere marriage; it is a show of force, drawing a blade to establish authority over the entire continent..."

Not far away, the representatives of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, as well as the royal envoys from the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire.

Also sat in their seats with varied expressions, exchanging subtle glances with one another.

Everyone knew that the Martial Soul Hall Saintess, Bibi Dong, was a peerless genius with Twin Martial Souls, a talent seen once in a century.

Now, with her powerful union to Qian Yu—the junior brother of Qian Xunji and a man equally unfathomable.

The prestige of Martial Soul Hall would surely reach an unprecedented peak of prosperity!

Meanwhile.

Behind the Pope Palace, within the luxurious Saintess Hall.

Over a dozen of Martial Soul Hall's top-tier handmaidens knelt cautiously on the floor.

They were meticulously arranging the phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes, which stretched several meters long and were inlaid with countless precious gems, for Bibi Dong.

The bronze mirror reflected a face of such peerless beauty that it could make the sun and moon lose their luster.

The bright red wedding dress accentuated Bibi Dong's already flawless figure, making her appear even more noble, sacred, and inviolable.

Yet, beneath this magnificence that would make any woman in the world green with envy.

Bibi Dong's eyes were as dead and still as two dried-up wells, devoid of the slightest hint of vitality.

She was like a marionette, exquisite to the extreme, yet completely drained of its soul.

She allowed the handmaidens to manipulate her body, applying vibrant rouge to cover the paper-white pallor of her complexion.

Xiaogang...

Bibi Dong murmured the name in her heart with desperate numbness.

I have done it... I have put on the wedding dress... You must... live on, well...

This was the only belief supporting her existence, preventing her from biting her tongue to end it all.

She had sacrificed herself to the abyss, all to trade for that man's safety in the distance for a lifetime.

"Your Highness, the auspicious hour has arrived.

Lord Qian Yu... is waiting for you outside."

From outside the door came the respectful announcement of a red-robed cardinal.

Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled uncontrollably.

She slowly closed her eyes and took a deep breath; when she opened them again, only cold, dead silence and resolve remained in their depths.

"Let us go."

Creak—

The heavy, gold-plated doors of the Pope Palace slowly swung open to both sides.

Under the gaze of the masses.

Amidst waves of gasps and exclamations of awe.

Bibi Dong, wearing her phoenix coronet and ceremonial robes, was surrounded by two rows of handmaidens.

Like a goddess descending from the nine heavens, she slowly walked out of the palace.

And at the end of the white jade steps in front of the hall.

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back.

He was dressed today in a luxurious dark gold formal suit, his posture as upright as a sword.

His peerless, handsome face bore a gentle smile that felt like a spring breeze.

That innate aura of nobility and divinity.

Caused the proud daughters of countless factions present to stare blankly, unable to stop themselves from blushing.

In the eyes of the world, Qian Yu and Bibi Dong at this moment were simply a match made in heaven.

The most perfect union on the Douluo Continent.

Qian Yu strode forward with long legs, walking down the steps with elegant grace until he stood before Bibi Dong.

Qian Yu smiled and extended a slender, fair hand.

With extreme naturalness, he grasped the cold, jade-like hand that Bibi Dong had been hiding beneath her wide sleeves, which was currently trembling slightly.

"You look beautiful today."

Qian Yu's voice was as warm and smooth as jade.

To outsiders, this was full of a groom's deep affection and doting toward his bride.

But only Bibi Dong, standing within arm's reach, could hear him.

The moment Qian Yu grasped her hand.

He whispered into her ear like a demon, in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"It has been half a month, my fiancée. Are you still fantasizing about that piece of trash?"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, staring daggers at Qian Yu.

Her eyes were filled with humiliating hatred as she lowered her voice and hissed:

"You promised me. I have already come out; you had better keep your word and not touch him!"

"Of course."

The smile at the corners of Qian Yu's mouth grew even more intense.

He even reached out to gently tuck a stray lock of hair behind Bibi Dong's ear.

Deep within his eyes, a cruel light flickered that made one's blood run cold:

"Not only have I not touched him, but I have also prepared a... very special wedding gift for you."

"A grand gift, one sufficient to make you see reality clearly.

One that will make your arrogant heart willingly shatter in my hands."

Qian Yu held Bibi Dong's stiff hand.

He turned around to face the thousands of guests from various major factions gathered in the plaza.

Qian Yu raised his hand slightly, and the previously noisy plaza instantly fell into absolute silence.

"I thank you all for coming to Martial Soul City today to attend the wedding of myself, Qian Yu, and the Saintess, Bibi Dong."

Qian Yu's voice, wrapped in soul power, clearly reached every corner of Martial Soul City.

Majestic, overbearing, and peerless.

"However, before we formally bow to heaven and earth."

Qian Yu tilted his head slightly.

Looking at Bibi Dong, whose body had already begun to tremble, the arc of his smile widened to the extreme:

"I must first display a... very interesting 'treasure' to the entire world."

The moment his words fell.

A brilliant light suddenly erupted from Qian Yu's hand.

A transparent crystal emitting strange fluctuations slowly floated into mid-air.

It was—an Image Recording Stone!

As the pure soul power from within Qian Yu's body was injected into it.

The Image Recording Stone in mid-air suddenly burst forth with a dazzling radiance.

The light rapidly intertwined and expanded above the Pope Palace.

Finally, it transformed into a massive screen of light, over tens of meters in length and width.

Clear images, accompanied by realistic sounds.

Were displayed without reservation before all the top factions of the entire continent.

In the previously quiet plaza, everyone involuntarily held their breath and looked up.

At the seats of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, several elders frowned, a faint sense of foreboding rising in their hearts.

On the light screen, the first thing to come into view was a dark, damp, and foul-smelling muddy ditch.

Rain poured down in torrents.

A man covered in blood and dressed in rags was rolling and wailing in the mud like a maggot in agony.

"My legs... my legs!!!"