Lin Qiu Makes a Move! Holy Son!

Immediately following this, a massive phantom of the Spider Emperor slowly emerged behind Bibi Dong.

That Spider Emperor was not a physical entity, yet it exuded an icy, chilling aura as if it had risen from the nine nether hells.

What was even more terrifying was that swirling around the phantom of the Spider Emperor were wisps of faint, chaotic energy—a qualitative transformation brought about by the Extreme Yin Soul Flower that Lin Qiu had gifted her.

The Bibi Dong of today was no longer the Bibi Dong from the original story.

Her soul power had already stepped into the peak of level 98, just a single step away from the peerless level 99 Title Douluo!

"Break."

Bibi Dong raised her hand and pointed.

In the void, it was as if an invisible, massive web had unfurled.

The sky-filling thunder was forcibly caught by this web, then continuously compressed and devoured.

Crack! Crack!

The hundred-meter-long Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon true form actually emitted the sound of bones shattering in the face of this terrifying power.

"How is this possible?!"

Yu Yuanzhen, trapped within the true form, was struck with shock.

He felt as though he had fallen into a quagmire; his entire body's soul power was draining away rapidly, and even his pride and joy, the power of thunder, was being suppressed by a higher-order, colder force.

This was not a battle on the same level at all!

"Is this the strength of the Pope?"

"Too terrifying... Even the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon, known as the number one beast martial soul in the world, has no power to fight back before her!"

The surrounding soul masters watched, dumbfounded.

They knew the Pope was strong, but they had not expected her to be strong to this degree.

That was Yu Yuanzhen, a level 95 powerhouse!

In Bibi Dong's hands, he was being toyed with like a plaything?

Before Yu Yuanzhen could recover from his shock, Bibi Dong's figure had already appeared atop the dragon's head.

Looking down from above, she tapped her scepter lightly against the dragon's horn.

BOOM!!!

An irresistible, massive force surged forth.

The hundred-meter giant dragon let out a mournful cry, its massive body plummeting like a meteorite and crashing heavily onto the plaza floor.

Dust rose, and debris flew in all directions.

Yu Yuanzhen was forced to deactivate his Martial Soul True Body, kneeling on one knee, blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, his face as pale as paper.

Defeated.

Utterly and completely defeated.

He hadn't even managed to force out the opponent's true strength.

"So strong..."

Yu Yuanzhen felt a bitter taste in his heart.

Is this the foundation of Martial Soul Hall?

Just then, several terrifying auras rose from the depths of the Pope Palace.

"Audacious madman! How dare you run wild in the Pope Palace!"

The figure of the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, appeared out of thin air, followed by four or five elders clad in golden robes.

Every single one of them was a Title Douluo!

Especially Golden Crocodile Douluo; the pressure belonging to a peak level 98 Title Douluo was released without reservation, pressing down like a mountain, making it nearly impossible for Yu Yuanzhen to catch his breath.

Following closely, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, and other elders also appeared, surrounding Yu Yuanzhen in a tight circle.

For a moment, the auras of Title Douluos crisscrossed the plaza, the terrifying pressure causing the low-level soul masters to collapse directly to the ground.

Yu Yuanzhen looked at the circle of formidable experts eyeing him like tigers, his heart sinking to the bottom of the abyss.

He couldn't even defeat Bibi Dong alone.

Adding Golden Crocodile Douluo and so many other elders...

If he were to continue acting recklessly today, he feared that not only he, but the entire Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan would be finished here.

But if he were to admit defeat so ignominiously, where would the family's dignity remain?

Yu Yuanzhen was, after all, a sect master; his mind turned rapidly.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the roiling blood in his body, and forced a smile onto his face that looked worse than crying.

"A misunderstanding, it is all a misunderstanding."

Yu Yuanzhen slowly stood up, brushed the dust off his body, and cupped his hands toward Bibi Dong. "This old man was impulsive just now; I only wished to test the depth of the Holy Son, and meant no malice."

"Testing the waters?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a cold snort, "I think you're looking to kill someone!"

"Second Worship, you speak too harshly."

Yu Yuanzhen said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes, "Although Xiaogang is good for nothing, I watched him grow up. Seeing him humiliated, as his elder, it was inevitable that I lost my composure."

As he said this, his tone shifted, and his gaze swept toward Lin Qiu on the high platform.

"However, since the Pope values this Holy Son so highly, he must surely have extraordinary qualities."

"For an old bag of bones like me to bully a junior would indeed be unjustifiable."

"How about this."

A sharp glint flashed in Yu Yuanzhen's eyes, "My good-for-nothing grandson, Yu Tianheng, happens to be training at the Heaven Dou Royal Academy and is hailed as the hope of our clan's generation."

"Since they are both young, why not let them have a spar?"

"If the Holy Son can defeat my grandson, then today's matter will be settled, and the Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will have nothing more to say—Xiaogang's affair will be wiped clean!"

As soon as these words were spoken, the entire venue fell silent for a moment.

What a clever move of retreating to advance!

Anyone with a discerning eye could see that Yu Yuanzhen was looking for a way to step down while simultaneously trying to regain his lost face.

Who was Yu Tianheng?

He was the strongest of the younger generation in the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, possessed a top-tier beast martial soul, had a Soul Power Level that had long since broken through level thirty, and had incredibly rich combat experience.

And what about Lin Qiu?

Although he had been named Holy Son, he looked to be only about twelve years old; no matter how good his talent was, his cultivation time was limited.

To make a twelve-year-old child fight Yu Tianheng?

Wasn't this clearly bullying?

"Heh, this old thing, his abacus is certainly clicking loudly."

Golden Crocodile Douluo curled his lip in disdain, just about to open his mouth to mock him.

"Very well."

A cold, clear voice rang out.

Bibi Dong stood on the high platform, her expression calm, and she agreed without the slightest hesitation.

"Your Holiness?"

Yu Yuanzhen was stunned for a moment, seemingly not expecting Bibi Dong to agree so readily.

He did not believe that Bibi Dong could not see through his intentions.

Could it be that this Lin Qiu really had some trump card?

Or was Bibi Dong simply bluffing?

"What? Is Clan Leader Yu afraid now?"

Bibi Dong raised her eyebrows slightly, her eyes carrying a hint of mockery, "If you are afraid of losing, then take your people and get out."

"A joke!"

Provoked, Yu Yuanzhen burst into laughter, "Since the Pope has such confidence, then this old man shall wait and see!"

He was ecstatic inside.

Yu Tianheng was a genius cultivated by the clan with all their resources; how could he possibly lose to a twelve-year-old brat?

Even if this Lin Qiu had started cultivating from his mother's womb, he could not possibly be a match for Tianheng!

As long as Tianheng won, not only would he slap the face of Martial Soul Hall hard, but he would also prove the strength of their Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan!

This round was in the bag!

Yu Yuanzhen turned his head to look at Yu Xiaogang lying in the corner, sending a signal with his eyes:

Rest assured, Father will avenge you.

And on the high platform.

Lin Qiu watched this scene and shook his head helplessly.

He lowered his head to look at Bibi Dong beside him, his tone carrying a hint of laziness:

"Mom, a spar like this game of house is truly boring."