Bibi Dong: The Grudge of Killing a Master, Unforgivable!

Inside the Pope Palace, white mourning banners hung high, and the atmosphere was suffocatingly oppressive.

A massive coffin rested in the center of the grand hall, crafted from ten-thousand-year-old agarwood and dripping with opulence.

Lying within it was none other than Qian Xunji.

Bibi Dong, dressed in black mourning robes, walked into the hall with a solemn expression.

The air in the hall was heavy, and no one spoke, but the gaze of Golden Crocodile Douluo locked onto Bibi Dong the moment she appeared.

Bibi Dong had killed Qian Xunji, and she had completely devoured him!

Qian Daoliu had told him this last night.

Originally, Qian Daoliu had not wanted to tell anyone, but he could not bear the agony of losing his son in his twilight years alone.

Moreover, Bibi Dong was tainted with a strange aura of the Evil God, which made Qian Daoliu deeply wary.

Furthermore, with Qian Xunji now dead, Qian Daoliu did not want Qian Renxue to become an orphan, nor did he dare to let her face the pain of losing both parents in a single night, which was why he had left at that time.

He had returned to the Angel God Temple.

It was not until this morning that Qian Daoliu brought him along to cover everything up.

This matter could not be exposed, not just for the sake of Qian Renxue, but for the stability of Martial Soul Hall. If they successfully dealt with Bibi Dong, it would be fine, but if they failed, the situation would spiral completely out of control.

Therefore, Qian Daoliu intended to bury the truth entirely, casting all responsibility onto Tang Hao and the Clear Sky Sect.

Qian Daoliu even intended to let Bibi Dong inherit the position of Pope.

This woman's talent and capability had been evident to everyone back when she served as the Saintess.

Coupled with her current strength, her succession to the Papacy would be a logical progression.

It would stabilize the situation while keeping a dangerous element like Bibi Dong right before their eyes.

Even if Bibi Dong had touched the inheritance of the Evil God, keeping her occupied with the affairs of the Pope would at least delay the speed at which she inherited that power.

Qian Daoliu believed that Bibi Dong was ambitious.

Otherwise, she would not have used such covert means to kill Qian Xunji, nor would she have remained in Martial Soul City after doing so.

She, too, wanted this Papal throne!

On the high platform.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back. He did not turn around, nor did he want to.

Even as a Peerless Douluo, the act of having his son's killer standing right behind him while he had to personally install her as Pope filled him with an indescribable sense of exhaustion and disgust.

But he had no choice.

For the sake of Xue'er and the foundation of Martial Soul Hall, he had to swallow this bitterness.

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at that silent back, sighed inwardly, and turned around. His cloudy yet piercing old eyes swept across the hall, and the pressure belonging to a rank 98 peak Douluo descended like a mountain, instantly silencing the restless crowd.

"Since everyone is here, I shall announce the decree of the Grand Pontiff."

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice was as deep as thunder, echoing through the hall.

"Pope Qian Xunji, in order to uphold the glory of Martial Soul Hall, was ambushed by the traitor Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect. Despite all efforts to save him, his foundation was damaged, and he... unfortunately passed away last night!"

Although they had been mentally prepared, hearing the confirmation of his death still caused the hearts of the elders present to sink, their faces etched with grief.

"However, a nation cannot go a day without a ruler, and Martial Soul Hall cannot go a day without a master. We are in troubled times; the Clear Sky Sect is eyeing us from without, and we must steady the hearts of our people from within."

Golden Crocodile Douluo shifted his tone, his gaze fixed on Bibi Dong, who was bowing her head in silent mourning.

"After consultation between the Grand Pontiff and myself, it has been decided that Saintess Bibi Dong shall succeed to the position of Pope of Martial Soul Hall, effective immediately!"

"What?!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the previously suppressed hall erupted into chaos.

A senior Platinum Cardinal could not help but step forward. Despite his fear of the Worship's authority, he gritted his teeth and said, "Second Worship, is this... is this not a bit too hasty?"

"Although Her Highness the Saintess is gifted, she is still young, not even thirty years old. Looking back at the thousand-year history of Martial Soul Hall, there has never been such a young Pope."

"Indeed, the position of Pope concerns the rise and fall of Martial Soul Hall. If a woman under thirty is allowed to take the helm, I fear it will be difficult to convince the masses, let alone intimidate the heroes of the world!"

Voices of dissent rose one after another.

In their eyes, while Bibi Dong was a genius, she was ultimately just a junior.

Let her be Pope? Where would that leave old men like them?

Facing the skepticism of the crowd, Golden Crocodile Douluo offered no explanation and showed no anger. He simply turned his head to look at the silent Bibi Dong and said indifferently:

"Bibi Dong, it seems everyone is not yet aware of your strength."

"Since that is the case, show them whether you have the qualifications."

Bibi Dong nodded slightly. Her beautiful face remained expressionless, save for a flicker of contempt deep in her eyes for these mediocre people.

Just as she prepared to reveal her aura, Nan Feng, who was watching the show from within her Sea of Consciousness, suddenly spoke up:

"Dong'er, can your big brother handle this show of force?"

"Get out."

"Understood."

Bibi Dong took a step forward.

BOOM—!!!

A cold, overbearing, and terrifying aura, as if emanating from the depths of the Nine Nether Hells, instantly erupted with her at the center!

Immediately following, amidst the horrified and desperate gazes of everyone present, soul rings rose slowly from beneath her feet.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...

Eight soul rings pulsed—it was the standard, ultimate, and perfect soul ring configuration!

"An eight-ring Soul Douluo?! She actually..."

The elder who had just voiced his doubts could not finish his sentence; his voice cut off abruptly.

Because a ninth soul ring was rising!

It was a vibrant, dripping crimson, as if it had been irrigated with fresh blood—red!

Red light filled the sky!

The terrifying blood-colored radiance instantly illuminated the entire dim great hall, and the pressure of a sovereign from a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast ravaged the hearts of every elder without reservation!

"A... a hundred-thousand-year soul ring?!!!"

"A Title Douluo?! How is this possible?!!"

The entire hall fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone widened their eyes, staring fixedly at that bewitching red soul ring, their breathing nearly coming to a halt.

A Title Douluo under the age of thirty!

And the ninth soul ring was the legendary hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

With such talent and such strength, let alone inheriting the position of Pope, she would have more than enough power to pin all of these old fellows to the ground and crush them right now!

"Now, does anyone else feel that the Holy Maiden is unqualified?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's icy voice rang out at the perfect moment, shattering the deathly silence.

No one spoke.

In the face of absolute strength, all seniority and age became a joke.

In the world of soul masters, the strong are respected; this is an eternal, unchanging truth.

That bright red hundred-thousand-year soul ring was enough to suppress every voice of dissent in the soul master world!

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at that blinding hundred-thousand-year soul ring, a flash of complexity crossing his eyes, before he let out a cold snort to break the silence:

"The Holy Maiden is exceptionally gifted and possesses outstanding talent; she is also the youngest Title Douluo in history. Inheriting the position of Pope is only right and proper!"

"We... pay our respects to Your Excellency the Pope!"

This time, no one dared to hesitate.

Led by several Red Cardinals, everyone knelt in unison, performing the highest form of obeisance toward the peerless woman standing in the center of the hall, surrounded by nine soul rings.

Bibi Dong retracted her soul rings, and the suffocating pressure instantly dissipated.

"Very good."

Golden Crocodile Douluo nodded, then said in a deep voice: "The Pope has recently passed, and the current situation is volatile; the ceremony for the new Emperor's ascension shall be kept simple. After today, we shall announce to the entire continent that the new Emperor of Martial Soul Hall has been established!"

As he said this, two cold glints suddenly erupted from Golden Crocodile Douluo's murky old eyes, staring fixedly at Bibi Dong:

"Your Excellency the Pope."

"The Clear Sky Sect is arrogant and lawless, and their disciple, Tang Hao, is even more audacious, having ambushed and killed the former Emperor! This is a great humiliation to our Martial Soul Hall!"

"Now that you have ascended to the throne, this matter must not be left at that!"

This was the intention of Qian Daoliu, and it was the stance that Martial Soul Hall had to take.

Even if it was to cover up the truth, this scapegoat had to be pinned firmly on Tang Hao!

Upon hearing this, the red light in Bibi Dong's eyes gradually receded.

"Rest assured, Second Worship."

"The hatred of a master's murder is irreconcilable."

"This Seat shall immediately issue an order to hunt down Tang Hao across the entire continent! Anyone who harbors him shall be treated as guilty as the Clear Sky Sect!"

"As for the Clear Sky Sect..."

"Since they have raised such a 'fine' disciple, they must be prepared to endure the wrath of Martial Soul Hall."

"I will make them pay for this blood debt... a thousand times over!"