Pope Palace, Bedroom.
In front of the huge floor-to-ceiling mirror, Bibi Dong opened her arms and allowed two maids to carefully put on the golden robe that symbolized Pope's supreme power.
The woman in the mirror is graceful and majestic.
But at this moment, there was a trace of unconcealable anxiety in those purple eyes.
There is only one hour left before the afternoon meeting starts.
"Huh..."
Bibi Dong looked at himself in the mirror, took a deep breath, and waved away the maid.
When the rest of the crowd had retired, she turned around and looked at Nan Feng, who was leaning on the soft couch and playing with an apple in his hand, frowning:
"Are you really sure?"
"Nan Feng, you have to understand that those who are here today are not those low-level Soul Master who have never seen the world, nor are they those stupid young people who can be fooled into death with just a few slogans."
"That is the master of Seven Great Sects, the special envoy of the two empires, and the Red Cardinal of the Spirit Hall's gang."
Bibi Dong's voice was filled with deep suspicion:
"Especially Ning Fengzhi, that old fox looks at people with very poisonous eyes, and Yu Yuanzhen, that old stubborn one."
"Do your tricks of inspiring people and inciting emotions really work in front of them?"
"They won't get excited because of a few righteous words. They only look at interests and logic."
"If they see through that we are acting, and see through that Clear Sky Sect is actually a powder keg that may explode at any time..."
"Then we will just hand the handle into other people's hands. By then, let alone subduing Clear Sky Sect, Spirit Hall's prestige will be wiped out!"
Looking at Bibi Dong's expression as if facing a formidable enemy, Nan Feng took a bite of the apple and said vaguely:
"What? Are you still angry?"
He threw the apple away casually, stood up and approached Bibi Dong, wanting to grab her waist with a playful smile:
"It's been three days and you're still keeping a straight face? If you frown again, you'll get wrinkles, which will make you look bad."
"Crack!"
Bibi Dong knocked off his claws unceremoniously and glared at him:
"I'm talking to you about business!"
"Don't be so playful with me! If we mess up today, we will both be ruined!"
"Let's go, let's talk about business, let's talk about business."
Nan Feng took back his hand, not annoyed, but the smile on his face softened a little.
"Dong'er, you are just too tight."
"What you're worried about is just that those smart people won't be fooled, right?"
"But, it's just the opposite."
Nan Feng walked behind her and looked at the overlapping figures of the two people in the mirror.
"In this world, the people who are most easily deceived are often these self-righteous smart people."
"Why?" Bibi Dong was puzzled.
"Because stupid people look at appearances, but smart people... like to make assumptions."
Nan Feng stretched out his finger and lightly tapped Bibi Dong's temple:
"For those low-level Soul Master, I really need to use sensational speeches to arouse their emotions."
"But I don't even need to say anything about a human spirit like Ning Fengzhi."
"As long as I serve Clear Sky Sect this dish, as long as they see the proud sect leader Tang Xiao lower his head."
"Their own minds will be running wildly to help me come up with a reasonable explanation."
"They will never believe that Tang Xiao is sincerely surrendering. They will think that there must be a shocking conspiracy and there must be a fatal clue."
"They will scare themselves and imagine that our methods are unfathomable."
"And what I have to do is to go with the flow and maintain that mystery and strength."
"The less I explain, the more they think I am unfathomable; the more arrogant I am, the more they think I have many cards."
Nan Feng whispered in Bibi Dong's ear:
"Fear comes from the unknown."
"As long as they can't see through it, they won't dare to move. As long as they don't dare to move, then this scene... I can handle it."
Bibi Dong looked at the bastard with confident eyes in the mirror, who seemed to have everyone in the world at his fingertips.
Although her reason told her that this was a big gamble and a tightrope walk.
But the matter has come to this, the arrow is on the string and must be fired.
"... Phew."
Bibi Dong closed his eyes and exhaled a long breath. When he opened his eyes again, the hesitation in his eyes had been replaced by determination.
"Let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor."
She turned around, stretched out her hand, and straightened Nan Feng's collar, her tone cold and serious:
"Nan Feng, I have staked my life and fortune on you."
"If I mess up, if I become the laughing stock of Soul Master World..."
"Even if it means death, I will drag you to hell with me."
Hearing this, Nan Feng sneaked up and hugged Bibi Dong again.
"Don't worry."
"We have been to places like hell a long time ago."
"Today..."
"I'm taking you to the clouds."
"Dong--dong--dong--"
The melodious bells echoed in the sky above Spirit City, startling a crowd of birds.
The large square in front of the Pope Palace is already crowded with people, but it is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop.
Seven Great Sects, the two major imperial missions, Spirit Hall senior officials... the most powerful and powerful group of people on this continent are all gathered here at this moment. But their faces are not as relaxed as a party. Instead, they all have solemn expressions, and their eyes drift towards the vacant high platform in the center of the square intentionally or unintentionally.
There, the Pope throne, symbolizing supreme power, is placed.
Under the high platform, Ning Fengzhi was sitting in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's seat, his eyes calmly sweeping around. He could feel that the representatives of the small sects around him had awe for this grand event in their eyes, but more of them were confused and uneasy about the future.
On the seat opposite him, Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, Yu Yuanzhen, had an unruly look on his face, and there was a hint of thunder on his body, obviously impatient of this kind of situation. Next to him, the second boss Yu Luomian lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
As for the Clear Sky Sect...
Ning Fengzhi's eyes moved to that most special position.
Tang Xiao sat there expressionlessly, with the four elders behind him all lowering their heads, like eggplants beaten by frost.
The probing or mocking looks from around them made them feel like they were on pins and needles, wanting to find a crack in the ground to crawl in.
If Bibi Dong hadn't given the death order, they would never have come to this shameful place!
"Rumble..."
At this moment, the heavy gilded door of the Pope Palace slowly opened in front of everyone's attention.
An invisible pressure swept the entire place instantly as the door opened.
"Welcome His Holiness the Pope--!!!"
Two rows of Sanctuary Warriors wearing silver armor shouted in unison, the sound was deafening.
Surrounded by two Platinum Cardinal and ten Red Cardinal, and guarded by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo on the left and right, a figure wearing a purple and gold robe slowly walked out.
Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) holds the scepter and walks calmly.
This time, no one dared to look at her with contempt.
Those old guys who used to be disdainful of her because she was young and because she was a woman, now looked at the slowly approaching figure, with only deep fear and awe in their eyes.
Because in just one month, this woman crippled Clear Sky Sect with the power of Thunderous Might, forcing the No. 1 sect in the world to bow its head and surrender!
This is a bad wolf in beauty skin!
"See His Holiness the Pope!!"
As Bibi Dong stepped onto the high platform, tens of thousands of the Spirit Hall and Soul Master in the square fell to their knees, and the sound was deafening like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.
Although the representatives of Seven Great Sects did not kneel down, they stood up one after another and bowed slightly to pay tribute.
Nan Feng stood in the center of the high platform and did not let everyone level up immediately.
He narrowed his eyes slightly and scanned everyone in the audience unscrupulously, from Ning Fengzhi's elegance, to Yu Yuanzhen's irritability, to Golden Crocodile Douluo's gloominess, and finally fell on Tang Xiao's ashen face.
"Everyone, please stay calm."
Nan Feng's voice is not loud, but with the blessing of Soul Power, it is like a great bell, reaching everyone's ears clearly.
After everyone took their seats, the atmosphere in the square was still as tense as a fully-stretched bowstring.
Nan Feng stood on the high platform, holding a scepter in one hand and looking around the audience with eyes like a torch.
"I am deeply honored that you all have come from afar. Here, on behalf of the Spirit Hall, I would like to extend my warmest welcome to all of you."
After a few indifferent polite words, Nan Feng changed the subject, and the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually disappeared, replaced by a heart-stopping seriousness.
"Of course, I also know that you all took time out of your busy schedule to come here, not just to listen to my nonsense."
"You came here for an answer."
"An answer about the Spirit Hall, about the Clear Sky Sect, about the death of predecessor Pope, and... about the future of Soul Master World."
Nan Feng walked slowly, "I believe everyone here is very curious."
"Why did Tang Hao beat to death his predecessor Pope Qian Xunji? Why did Spirit Hall declare war on the Clear Sky Sect? And why...Clear Sky Sect, who was fighting to death just now, suddenly transformed and became a member of the Spirit Hall?"
"I know, you must be thinking about it."
Nan Feng suddenly stopped and said, "Spirit Hall This time, you just want to be a bitch and want to build a memorial arch, right?"
As soon as this statement came out, the whole place was in an uproar.
Ning Fengzhi's hand holding the tea shook, and a few drops of tea spilled;
Yu Yuanzhen's eyes widened, as if he couldn't believe his ears;
Tang Xiao suddenly raised his head and looked at Pope on the high platform in disbelief.
"There's no need to be surprised, and there's no need to be secretive."
Nan Feng didn't give everyone time to react. He suddenly raised his voice, his voice full of anger and pain:
"That's right!"
"You guessed it right!"
"The previous Spirit Hall was indeed just that! She really wanted to be a bitch and build a memorial arch at the same time!"
"Boom--"
The whole place went crazy instantly.
Everyone's brains were buzzing. They were ready to listen to the Spirit Hall's long speech, all kinds of whitewashing, all kinds of high-sounding reasons, and they even had drafts of how to refute and how to be weird.
As a result, someone came up and overturned the table first! Then he came up and stabbed himself hard!
What the hell is this?