Clip Wings, Encircle and Attack Reinforcements

In reality.

Bibi Dong, sitting upright on the papal throne, felt a strange, alien glint flash through her purple eyes. Her temperament, originally as calm as still water, became incredibly aggressive in an instant, like a blade drawn from its scabbard, sharp and piercing.

"Your Holiness?"

Seeing Bibi Dong remain silent for so long, Golden Crocodile Douluo frowned slightly and could not help but speak up to remind her, "Everyone is waiting."

"What's the rush?"

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) spoke indifferently, her voice lazy yet carrying a pressure that made it difficult for others to meet her gaze.

She extended her slender fingers and picked up the thick file already prepared on the desk—the "Slow and Steady" strategic plan that Bibi Dong had spent several sleepless nights writing.

Under the gaze of all the elders, she flipped through two pages and a scornful sneer curled the corners of her lips.

"This thing..."

"Is nothing but a pile of waste paper."

Riiip—!!!

Amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd, Bibi Dong channeled her soul power into her palm, and the plan that had cost so much effort instantly turned into a sky full of paper scraps, drifting onto the conference table like snowflakes.

"Your Holiness, what are you doing..." a Platinum Cardinal could not help but ask.

"This plan is too slow, too soft, and too useless."

Bibi Dong leaned back in her chair, crossing her hands:

"To deal with the Clear Sky Sect, there is no need to take it slow. What This Seat wants is a thunderous strike!"

"This Seat's policy consists of only sixteen words—"

"Sever the wings, besiege the point to strike the reinforcements, strike directly at the heart, and pull up the roots!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo raised an eyebrow: "I would like to hear the details."

Bibi Dong extended a finger:

"The first step: sever the wings."

"Although the Clear Sky Sect is strong, its disciples are mostly direct descendants, and their numbers are limited. Their peripheral forces mainly rely on the four single-attribute clans—the Strength Clan, the Defense Clan, the Speed Clan, and the Breaking Clan."

"These four clans are the eyes, ears, money bags, and armory of the Clear Sky Sect!"

"Pass the order down: move against these four clans immediately!"

"No need for persuasion, no need for negotiations."

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with murderous intent, her voice chilling:

"With the army pressing down, those who do not submit shall be exterminated!"

"I want to turn the Clear Sky Sect into a blind, deaf, and crippled entity in a single night!"

As these words fell, the expressions of everyone present shifted.

Striking directly at the four major clans? That was indeed ruthless! Moreover, although these four clans were affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect, they were scattered across various locations, making them much easier to attack than the Clear Sky Sect, which was holed up in the mountains!

However...

"Your Holiness, although the four clans are affiliated with the Clear Sky Sect, this war was ultimately started because of the Clear Sky Sect's direct descendant, Tang Hao. What is the point of concentrating our firepower on them first?" Ghost Leopard Douluo could not help but ask.

"The four clans are ultimately just subordinates; even if we really wipe them out, it won't hurt the foundation of the Clear Sky Sect."

"For Martial Soul Hall to make such a grand display only to do something that makes a lot of noise but has little effect... isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

Bibi Dong glanced at Ghost Leopard Douluo, "Therefore, the second step: besiege the point to strike the reinforcements."

"When the four clans are attacked, will the Clear Sky Sect save them or not?"

"If they save them, then it plays right into our hands! You elders can intercept and kill them halfway! Kill one if one comes, kill a pair if a pair comes! Let them go and never return!"

"If they don't save them..."

Bibi Dong sneered, "That plays into our hands even more!"

"If they won't even save their most loyal subordinate clans, the hearts of the Clear Sky Sect will scatter! Who would dare to rely on them in the future? They will be completely isolated!"

"By then, all soul masters in the world will see the Clear Sky Sect for what they truly are: hollow on the inside and selfish to the core!"

"As for the third step..."

Bibi Dong stood up abruptly, bracing her hands on the table and leaning forward, the pressure instantly enveloping the entire room:

"When they have lost their wings, lost the hearts of their people, have no reinforcements from the outside, and no supplies from within."

"That will be the day This Seat leads the army personally to raze the gates of the Clear Sky Sect!"

The air fell silent.

The elders looked at Bibi Dong, who was now filled with murderous aura as if possessed by a goddess of war, and were so shocked they could not speak.

This plan was too crazy, too radical, but also... too tempting!

Simple, direct, brutal, and aimed straight at the vital point!

Unlike the convoluted political maneuvering of the past, this is pure, unadulterated military strategy! It is the ultimate manifestation of the strong preying upon the weak!

Golden Crocodile Douluo remained silent for a long time.

He quickly simulated the feasibility of this plan in his mind. Although radical, he had to admit that if the first two steps could truly be achieved, the Clear Sky Sect would be effectively crippled.

Moreover, this style of warfare perfectly aligned with the surging morale currently present within Martial Soul Hall.

However...

Golden Crocodile Douluo half-closed his eyes, his fingers gently stroking the armrest of his chair.

He looked at the high-spirited Bibi Dong and calculated inwardly: While this plan is sound, if this woman were to truly crush the Clear Sky Sect with such unstoppable momentum, her prestige would inevitably skyrocket—and she would be ascending to power by stepping over the corpses of the previous generation's prodigies, Qian Xunji and Tang Hao.

At that point, bolstered by the weight of a great victory and the intimidation of that hundred-thousand-year soul ring, she would truly secure her position as Pope.

Not only would she secure it, but she might even hollow out the authority of the Worship Hall.

For the sake of Xue'er's future, she must not be allowed to succeed so easily.

Golden Crocodile tilted his head slightly, giving a wink to an elder sitting in the lower row who possessed a burly physique and a face full of jowls.

That was Demon Bear Douluo, who held a high rank within the Elder Hall.

Demon Bear Douluo understood the signal immediately, gave a dry cough, and stood up.

"Your Holiness, this plan certainly sounds exhilarating, but... if I may be so bold, isn't it a bit too dismissive of the enemy?"

Demon Bear Douluo's voice was rough and laced with skepticism, instantly lowering the temperature in the hall.

"Oh?"

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) raised an eyebrow, leaning back against her chair and looking at him with a half-smile. "Does Elder Demon Bear have some brilliant insight?"

"I wouldn't dare call it brilliant."

Although Demon Bear Douluo was wary of Bibi Dong's level 97 strength, he felt emboldened with Golden Crocodile Douluo backing him. "It is just that while the four single-attribute clans are merely affiliates, they are the sharpest claws and teeth of the Clear Sky Sect. Especially the Strength Clan and the Breaking Clan; their offensive power is immense. They are by no means soft persimmons."

"If we are to suppress these four clans with the speed of thunder, we must inevitably deploy combat power at the Title Douluo level."

Having said this, Demon Bear Douluo scanned the room, his tone turning grave:

"More importantly, consider the strategy of 'besieging a point to strike at reinforcements'."

"Although the Clear Sky Sect currently only has their Sect Master Tang Xiao as a Title Douluo, which of those elders is not a peak Soul Douluo with soul power above level 85? The Clear Sky Hammer is known as the world's number one tool martial soul, and its offensive power is peerless among its peers. If they fight to the death, they are truly capable of dragging a Title Douluo down with them!"

"If we split our forces into four paths, and the Clear Sky Sect concentrates all their elite elders to rescue just one of those clans..."

Demon Bear Douluo paused, throwing out the question that made everyone present feel a jolt in their hearts:

"How are our dispersed teams supposed to respond?"

"When the time comes, will we be the ones besieging a point to strike at reinforcements, or will we be the ones having our superior forces concentrated upon and broken one by one?"

Once these words were spoken, the expressions of the elders, who had been eager to jump into the fray just moments ago, changed instantly.

That was true.

That was the Clear Sky Hammer!

Who in the soul master world didn't know the tyranny of the Clear Sky Hammer?

Previously, Qian Xunji had taken Chrysanthemum and Ghost, two Title Douluos, to surround and kill Tang Hao. And what was the result? One dead, two severely injured.

If Tang Hao could hammer a Pope to death just after reaching the Title Douluo realm, it was no pipe dream that those peak Soul Douluo-level elders could drag a few of them to the grave if they fought for their lives!

It was not easy for anyone to cultivate to the Title Douluo level; they enjoyed wealth and status, so who would be willing to trade their life with those hammer-wielding lunatics?

In an instant, the atmosphere in the conference room cooled rapidly from its previous fervor, becoming hesitant and timid.

Many elders began whispering to one another, their eyes flickering, clearly looking for a way to back out.

On the main seat.

Nan Feng watched this group of old foxes—who had just been shouting about "punishing the enemy no matter how far away they are" but turned to "deliberating at length" the moment they heard they might have to risk their lives—and couldn't help but roll his eyes internally.

A bunch of cowards.

"As expected," Nan Feng muttered in the Sea of Consciousness, "no matter where you are, those with vested interests are always the most afraid of death."

"Nan Feng, what should we do?" Bibi Dong asked. "Although Demon Bear is just looking for trouble, he has a point. If the Clear Sky Sect really concentrates their forces for a counterattack, our dispersed troops are indeed in danger."

"Once we are broken one by one, this war will become a joke."

"A point, my ass."

Nan Feng sneered. "Qian Xunji is dead, Tang Hao is nowhere to be found, and the Clear Sky Sect is currently a bird startled by the mere twang of a bow. Do you think they dare to launch an all-out attack? Does Tang Xiao dare to leave the Clear Sky Sect? If he dares to come out, does he not care about his home base anymore?"

"Furthermore, do you think those arrogant bastards of the Clear Sky Sect are the type of leaders who would risk their own necks to save their little underlings?"

"To put it nicely, the four clans are affiliates of the Clear Sky Sect. To put it bluntly, those people in the Clear Sky Sect look at the four clans no differently than they look at a few dogs."

In reality.

On the main seat, Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) suddenly chuckled, the laughter filled with undisguised contempt and mockery, sounding particularly jarring in the quiet conference hall.

"Your Holiness, what are you laughing at?" Demon Bear Douluo frowned, his expression turning ugly.

"This Seat is laughing at you all..."

Bibi Dong reined in her smile, her body leaning slightly forward.

"I laugh because you have lived your entire lives and cultivated to the rank of Titled Douluo, yet your brains remain stuck in the past decades!"

"Have you overestimated the Clear Sky Sect, or perhaps overestimated their unity?"

"Or is it that the plaque of the 'Number One Sect Under Heaven' from back then has scared the courage right out of you?"

Bibi Dong extended a finger and tapped it lightly against the tabletop, producing a rhythmic "tap, tap" sound.

"Have you all forgotten what happened when Martial Soul Hall first dispatched a Titled Douluo to hunt down Tang Hao and seize that hundred-thousand-year-old transformed soul beast?"

Bibi Dong's gaze moved slowly, finally fixing upon the flushed face of Demon Bear Douluo, her tone playful:

"At that time, Tang Hao was merely an eighty-fourth-level Soul Douluo. Yet one of our elders was a dignified Titled Douluo of over ninety levels."

"And the result?"

"Not only did Tang Hao resist, but he also shattered that elder's leg with a single hammer strike before swaggering away."

"If This Seat remembers correctly... that elder would happen to be you, Demon Bear."