How Dare You! I Am the Pope!

"Your Holiness! You are..." The Red Cardinal collapsed to the floor in terror, his face drained of all color.

"Go back and tell Golden Crocodile."

Bibi Dong's (Nan Feng's) voice was bone-chillingly cold, echoing throughout the entire command tent:

"Right now, this is a battlefield! This Seat is the commander-in-chief of the three armies! I am the one and only Pope of Martial Soul Hall!"

"How this battle is fought and when it ends is for This Seat to decide!"

"It is not his place to point fingers from the rear!"

"You..." Demon Bear Douluo took a deep breath and said in a low voice, "Even if you are the Pope, you cannot defy the resolutions of the Elder Hall! These are the rules of Martial Soul Hall! If you insist on acting arbitrarily, then when we return..."

"That is a matter for after we return!" Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) sneered.

"Right now, this is a battlefield!"

"On the battlefield, there are only military orders, no rules!"

BOOM—!!!

Before the words had even faded.

A terrifying, peerless aura erupted from within Bibi Dong without reservation!

The ghastly white Slaughter God's Domain swept across the entire area like a physical force, and the temperature inside the tent plummeted to freezing in an instant.

HUM!

A blood-red hundred-thousand-year spirit ring rose from beneath her feet; the tyrannical aura of an ancient beast caused the four Title Douluo elders to choke on their breath.

"I am the Pope!!"

Bibi Dong's (Nan Feng's) gaze was like a blade, sweeping across the faces of the four men one by one, her voice laced with a bone-chilling murderous intent:

"I am in command of this war!"

"Whoever dares to mention retreat at a time like this, whoever dares to defy orders privately..."

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) gripped the air with her palm, and the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor behind her let out a silent roar:

"Do you truly believe that just because Qian Daoliu can kill you, I cannot?!"

"Defying orders before the front lines—This Seat can execute you right here and now!"

"Do you want to test me?!"

The four Title Douluo elders were pale, cold sweat streaming down their faces.

They exchanged glances, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.

She was mad.

This woman had completely lost her mind.

Not only did she dare to tear up the Second Worship's orders, but she also dared to openly threaten to kill elders!

But...

Did they dare to gamble?

They did not!

Bibi Dong had used that bizarre technique against several Clear Sky Sect elders earlier, breaking the Clear Sky Battle Formation in a single strike and instantly killing two peak Spirit Douluo; if they really provoked her, this woman would truly kill them to establish her authority!

Furthermore, this was the front line; this was a battlefield.

Defying orders before the front lines was a capital offense.

If Bibi Dong really slaughtered them and used the authority of the Pope to suppress the matter, would Golden Crocodile Douluo really turn against the Pope completely for the sake of a few dead men?

Besides, Bibi Dong's request was not excessive.

She was only asking them to feign an attack and slack off, not to throw their lives away.

To risk their lives against a level 97 lunatic who could go berserk at any moment over such a trivial matter?

It wasn't worth it!

"This subordinate... obeys!"

Snake Lance Douluo, the most pragmatic of them, was the first to drop to one knee, his voice trembling, "We shall strictly follow the Pope's decree!"

With someone taking the lead, the psychological defenses of the remaining three collapsed instantly.

"This subordinate... obeys!"

"This subordinate... obeys!"

"This subordinate... is willing to follow your command!"

Watching the elders kneeling on the ground, Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) slowly retracted her aura.

"That is more like it."

"Remember, on the battlefield, there can only be one voice."

"The Pope's voice! This Seat's voice!!"

"Move out!"

"By your command!!!"

Martial Soul City, Worship Hall.

"She... she tore it up?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at the Red Cardinal kneeling before him, trembling as he delivered the report, his entire body shaking with such rage that his beard quivered.

"Bibi Dong... how dare she?!"

"Has she lost her mind?! Did one victory go straight to her head?!"

"Has she forgotten who allowed her to sit on that Papal throne? Has she forgotten that the Elder Hall possesses the power to depose the Pope? Has she forgotten who the true masters of Martial Soul Hall are?!"

"Tearing up an order from the Worship Hall, threatening to kill Elders on the front lines... it's rebellion! This is absolute, unadulterated rebellion!!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo could not fathom it.

The Bibi Dong of the past, while cold and arrogant, was at least a clever person who understood how to endure in the shadow of the Worship Hall.

But this time... it was as if she had become a completely different person: frantic, overbearing, and utterly unreasonable!

"What is the matter, Golden Crocodile?"

A calm voice echoed through the great hall.

Qian Daoliu stepped out. He looked at the furious Golden Crocodile, his brows slightly furrowed: "Why are you so composed?"

"Grand Pontiff!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo hurriedly saluted, then, with a face full of resentment, recounted everything that had happened on the front lines, including Bibi Dong tearing up the decree and forcibly launching an assault on the Clear Sky Sect.

After hearing the report, a flash of astonishment crossed Qian Daoliu's usually calm face.

"She didn't withdraw the troops?"

Qian Daoliu's brows locked tight. "The Clear Sky Sect has already sealed their mountain, and Tang Hao has been expelled; logically, the strategic objective has been achieved. To continue the attack is not only without justification, but it also needlessly increases our losses. What exactly... is she trying to do?"

"Not only did she not withdraw, she even declared that she would raze the Clear Sky Sect to the ground!" Golden Crocodile Douluo gritted his teeth. "She even sent Demon Bear and the others to attack Clear Sky Peak!"

"Foolishness!!" Qian Daoliu's expression changed drastically.

"Does she have any idea what she is doing?! If the Clear Sky Sect is truly wiped out... who will bear the consequences?!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned, somewhat confused: "Grand Pontiff, although the Clear Sky Sect has sealed the mountain, if we could take this opportunity to wipe them out, it would be..."

"It must not be wiped out!"

Qian Daoliu turned abruptly, his gaze looking toward the north with profound depth, a trace of deep dread flashing in his eyes:

"Golden Crocodile, you and I both know that the true foundation of the Clear Sky Sect has never been Tang Xiao, nor the Clear Sky Battle Formation, nor the Great Sumeru Hammer."

"It is... Tang Chen!"

Upon hearing that name, Golden Crocodile Douluo's pupils contracted sharply.

"Back when Tang Chen went missing, before he set off to pursue the path to godhood, I had a battle with him at the summit of Clear Sky Peak."

Qian Daoliu's voice carried a hint of bitterness and nostalgia:

"In that battle... I lost by a narrow margin."

"It was also then that I made a promise to him: as long as I am here, no one from Martial Soul Hall shall ever set foot on Clear Sky Peak, until the day I defeat him."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, his tone becoming incredibly grave:

"In this world, if there is truly anyone who can reach that divine realm beyond the mortal world through their own power, Tang Chen... is absolutely the one with the greatest possibility."

"Although I am hailed as invincible in the sky, that relies on the glory of the Angel God. But Tang Chen, he is pure, raw strength!"

"So many years have passed, and although there has been no news of him, no one can guarantee that he is dead."

"What if..."

A flash of deep dread crossed Qian Daoliu's eyes:

"What if he truly returns as a god and finds that the Clear Sky Sect has been wiped out by us, and Clear Sky Peak has been razed to the ground."

"Then do you think Martial Soul Hall... would still be able to exist?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo broke into a cold sweat.

God!

That word, for those at their level, was both a temptation and an absolute terror.

If Tang Chen were to truly return as a god, it would be a catastrophic disaster for Martial Soul Hall!

"This is the fundamental reason why, as soon as I heard Bibi Dong had achieved a great victory, I immediately ordered you to command a withdrawal."

Qian Daoliu said in a low voice, "As long as Tang Chen's death remains unconfirmed, Martial Soul Hall can never deal a lethal blow to the Clear Sky Sect. Suppression is fine, but extermination... is absolutely forbidden!"

"Grand Pontiff! I shall go at once!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo hurriedly volunteered, "I shall head to the front lines at once and drag that woman who doesn't know the immensity of heaven and earth back here! I will withdraw the main army while I'm at it!"

"You?"

Qian Daoliu glanced at Golden Crocodile, then shook his head.

"You cannot."

"I cannot?" Golden Crocodile Douluo was stunned, feeling somewhat unconvinced. "Grand Pontiff, even if Bibi Dong has some strength now, I am, at the very least, a level 98..."

"You have read the battle report as well."

Qian Daoliu interrupted him. "Bibi Dong, with her own power, shattered the Clear Sky Battle Formation composed of Tang Xiao and seven elders, killing two on the spot and forcing one to their death."

"The crucial point is that she remained completely unscathed afterward."

"Golden Crocodile, if it were you facing that situation, could you achieve what she did?"

"..."

Golden Crocodile Douluo fell silent.

The Clear Sky Battle Formation was both offensive and defensive, with coordination so exquisite that it was impossible to guard against. Once trapped inside, even someone at his level would have their strength significantly suppressed, unable to fully unleash their power.

He was confident he could suppress Tang Xiao and could retreat unscathed from the Clear Sky Battle Formation.

But to say he could do as Bibi Dong did—breaking the formation in one strike and instantly killing two people...

He could not do it.

Unless he traded injury for life to force a breakthrough.

Yet Bibi Dong had not been injured; that was the one point he could not comprehend!

"Bibi Dong's current strength is likely no longer beneath yours, and perhaps... it may have even touched upon my domain."

Qian Daoliu sighed, a complex look flashing through his eyes.

"Furthermore, time waits for no one."

"Bibi Dong's order for an all-out attack was issued yesterday, and we only received it today. By now, the Martial Soul Hall army has likely already reached the gates of the Clear Sky Sect."

"Your speed is not fast enough."

"By the time you arrive, I fear Bibi Dong will have already stormed Clear Sky Peak, and the Clear Sky Sect will be a river of blood."

As he spoke, golden light surged from Qian Daoliu's body. His Six-Winged Angel martial soul suddenly possessed him, and a sacred, powerful aura instantly shattered the dome of the great hall.

"Golden Crocodile, you are to hold down the fort at Martial Soul City."

"This matter..."

Qian Daoliu's figure flickered, transforming into a golden meteor that shot into the sky, heading straight for the north:

"Only if I go personally can I stop her!"