Qian Xunji: Bibi Dong, marry Qian Yu, or I'll kill Yu Xiaogang!

Qian Xunji looked at Qian Yu, a decision already forming in his heart.

He nodded, then cast his gaze back toward Bibi Dong, his voice cold and hard:

"Bibi Dong, This Seat will give you one last chance."

"Retract what you just said and return to being a dutiful Saintess."

"This Seat can pretend that nothing ever happened."

The corners of Bibi Dong's mouth curled upward, revealing a mocking smile:

"Your Majesty the Pope, I will not retract a single word I have said."

"Insolent!"

Qian Xunji slammed his palm against the armrest, the thunderous boom echoing through the vast hall.

"As the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, This Seat has poured all resources into cultivating you, and this is how you repay Martial Soul Hall?!"

"Repay?"

Bibi Dong's voice was as cold as ice.

"Since I entered Martial Soul Hall at the age of six, every single thing I have done for the past ten years has been to repay Martial Soul Hall."

"Cultivation, missions, winning glory for Martial Soul Hall!"

"I have never once slacked off."

Bibi Dong paused, her voice trembling slightly:

"But I have the right to choose my own life."

"I want to be with Xiaogang; is that really such a crime?"

"Xiaogang?"

Qian Xunji sneered, his gaze shooting like a blade toward Yu Xiaogang, who was being held pinned to the floor.

"You mean this piece of trash?"

Yu Xiaogang's body shuddered, and he lowered his head.

"He is not trash!"

Bibi Dong's voice rose sharply, a flash of anger in her eyes.

"His martial soul theories are unmatched, he is just—"

"Just lacking in Innate Soul Power, unable to even break through to level thirty."

Qian Xunji interrupted her, his tone filled with contempt.

"Bibi Dong, you possess Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power; you are destined to become a Titled Douluo, or perhaps even something greater."

"To be with such a piece of trash is to squander your own talent!"

"My talent is mine to decide."

"You decide nothing!"

Qian Xunji rose abruptly, his immense soul power pressure pouring down like a collapsing mountain.

"You are the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall, and your marriage is decided by Martial Soul Hall!"

"What kind of place do you think this is?"

"You think you can just walk away with whoever you please?!"

Bibi Dong groaned, her body swaying, yet she forced herself to stand firm.

She gritted her teeth, enunciating every word:

"Then I shall leave Martial Soul Hall."

As these words fell, the hall plunged into a deathly silence.

Qian Xunji's face turned a shade of livid green.

Qian Yu stood to the side, observing it all, and the truth became clear to him.

The root cause of Qian Xunji's rage was far more than just Bibi Dong's attempted elopement.

Bibi Dong possessed Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power; she was a genius cultivated by Martial Soul Hall at the cost of countless resources.

If she were to elope with Yu Xiaogang, it would not only be a massive loss for Martial Soul Hall, but a blatant provocation of its authority.

And at this moment, by dragging him into this, Qian Xunji's intentions were already obvious.

"You want to leave Martial Soul Hall?"

Qian Xunji laughed in his fury.

"Very well, then tell This Seat, what do you have to leave with?"

"Every level of your soul power was piled up by the resources of Martial Soul Hall, was it not?"

"And every one of your soul rings—was it not hunted for you by the people of Martial Soul Hall?"

"You think you can just leave whenever you please? What do you take Martial Soul Hall for?!"

Bibi Dong fell silent for a moment, then raised her head, her gaze growing increasingly resolute:

"Then I shall return everything to Martial Soul Hall.

I can strip away my spirit bones, and as for my spirit rings..."

"Absurd!"

Qian Xunji interrupted with a sharp shout.

"If you strip away your spirit rings and spirit bones, you will become a piece of trash just like Yu Xiaogang.

Or worse, you will die!

Do you think you can threaten This Seat with death?"

"I am not threatening you."

Bibi Dong's voice was terrifyingly calm.

"I am merely stating my choice."

Qian Xunji stared at her intensely, his chest heaving violently.

After a long while, Qian Xunji suddenly laughed.

That smile carried a hint of malice and a touch of calculation.

Qian Xunji slowly sat back on his throne, his gaze shifting to Qian Yu before landing back on Bibi Dong.

His tone suddenly became profound:

"Bibi Dong, you say you want to choose your own life.

Very well, This Seat will give you a choice."

A flicker of wariness flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.

Qian Xunji reached out and pointed at Qian Yu:

"If you insist on being with that piece of trash, This Seat would rather destroy you than let you take a single step out of Martial Soul Hall."

Qian Xunji paused, a curve forming at the corner of his mouth:

"But This Seat offers you another choice.

Marry Qian Yu!"

Bibi Dong's pupils contracted sharply.

Qian Xunji continued, his tone carrying an unquestionable dominance:

"Qian Yu is my junior brother and the personal disciple of my father, the Angel Douluo.

A genius from a branch of the Angel Qian family, possessing Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power.

Throughout his cultivation, he has repeatedly broken records for the youngest to reach a 'title' (such as the youngest Spirit Douluo)!

He is currently an eighty-sixth-level Spirit Douluo, and it won't be long before he becomes a Titled Douluo.

In terms of talent, status, and strength, how is he not superior to that piece of trash in every way?"

Qian Xunji stood up, stood with his hands behind his back, and looked down at Bibi Dong from his high position:

"Rather than letting you elope with that trash Yu Xiaogang and waste your talent, it would be better for you to marry Qian Yu.

Both of you possess Twin Martial Souls; if you unite, the offspring you produce will surely possess peerless talent.

It will strengthen the bloodline of our Qian family and fortify the foundation of our Martial Soul Hall!"

Bibi Dong's face turned pale in an instant.

She whipped her head around to look at Qian Yu, a look of extreme complexity flashing in her eyes.

Qian Yu!

She knew this person.

A genius from a branch of the Angel Qian family, a personal disciple of Qian Daoliu, and one of the most dazzling figures of the younger generation in Martial Soul Hall.

He had been cultivating abroad for these past years and rarely appeared in the social circles of Martial Soul Hall, so the two of them had little interaction.

But at this moment, Qian Xunji had pushed this person to the forefront, and his intentions were clear as day.

"You—"

Bibi Dong's voice trembled slightly.

"What do you take me for?

A tool for reproduction?"

"This Seat is giving you a way to survive."

Qian Xunji's gaze turned cold instantly.

"Bibi Dong, do not be ungrateful."

"Either marry Qian Yu and content yourself with being the Saintess, becoming the pillar of Martial Soul Hall in the future.

Or—"

Qian Xunji swept his gaze toward Yu Xiaogang and said coldly:

"This Seat will kill this piece of trash right now, then lock you away until you change your mind."

Yu Xiaogang jerked his head up, his face filled with terror:

"Bibi Dong—"

"Shut up!"

A guard slammed his head down ruthlessly.

Bibi Dong's body trembled slightly, her fists clenched so tightly that her nails nearly embedded into her palms.

She looked around—

The guards on both sides of the great hall were expressionless.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan still wore that same smile, while Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood in the shadows like a phantom.

And Qian Xunji sat upon the throne, high and mighty, like an inviolable idol.

She suddenly felt a bone-chilling cold.

This was not a negotiation; this was an order.

What Qian Xunji gave her had never been a choice.

"Qian Yu."

Qian Xunji suddenly spoke, his tone turning genial.

"What do you think?"

Everyone's eyes converged on Qian Yu.

Bibi Dong also looked at him, her violet-red eyes filled with a measure of scrutiny, a measure of wariness, and a trace of... an imperceptible plea.