Heaven-Sent Purple-Gold Divine Light, Living Beings Congratulate the Celestial Master

Martial Soul City, Pope Palace.

Within the austere grand hall, the air was cold and solemn.

Hu Liena, still wearing her military uniform, walked quickly into the hall, carrying the dust and aura of slaughter unique to the front lines.

Her armor was still stained with dried blood, and her originally charming face now held only the cold, hard efficiency of a soldier.

"Teacher."

She walked before the Pope's throne and knelt on one knee, her voice crisp and forceful, without a hint of hesitation.

Upon the throne, Bibi Dong wore luxurious papal robes, her body wreathed in faint, dark purple divine power fluctuations—a terrifying pressure that signaled she was on the verge of touching the threshold of godhood.

She slowly opened her eyes, her gaze falling upon her most prized disciple, the coldness in her eyes melting slightly.

"Rise, Na Na."

"Yes."

Hu Liena rose at the command, then took a scroll sealed with the highest classification of Martial Soul Hall from her bosom and presented it with both hands.

"Teacher, the latest intelligence from the Star Luo Empire front: the Star Luo Emperor has already assembled an army of three hundred thousand at the border and has secretly allied with surrounding kingdoms such as Balaque and Siville. They can form a massive coalition force at any time to reinforce Jialing Pass."

Bibi Dong did not take the scroll, merely listening in silence.

To her, no matter how many mortal soldiers there were, they were nothing more than numbers.

Seeing this, Hu Liena understood her teacher's thoughts; she paused, then proceeded to report another, more critical piece of information.

"Additionally, my spy planted on Sea God Island has sent a secret report: Tang San... has successfully passed the seventh trial of the Sea God and pulled out the Sea God Trident. His soul power has already broken through to level eighty-three."

"Level eighty-three?"

Bibi Dong tapped her fingertips lightly against the armrest of the throne, the "tap-tap" sound appearing exceptionally clear in the vast hall.

A sneer of extreme coldness curled the corners of her mouth.

"Just because he relies on a bit of luck and the gifts of a god, he truly thinks he can compete with the sun and moon? A mere clown jumping on a stage."

The killing intent in her tone was almost tangible, and the temperature of the entire hall seemed to drop.

"Once I completely finish the inheritance of the Rakshasa God, he will be the first I kill. This Seat will grind his bones to dust, and together with his Sea God godhood, crush it entirely, leaving him no chance for reincarnation!"

Bibi Dong's hatred had long since seeped into her marrow.

She hated not only Tang San, but also Tang Hao behind him, and that hypocritical God Realm.

Feeling the undisguised, biting killing intent radiating from her teacher, Hu Liena's own fighting spirit surged; she stepped forward and straightened her back.

Hum!

With a soft chime, a bewitching and charming fox phantom slowly emerged behind her.

That was her martial soul, Demon Fox.

Unlike before, the Demon Fox phantom was now more solid, its eyes flashing with a soul-stirring red light.

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

Six soul rings were neatly arranged at her feet, and the deep black light emitted by the final three ten-thousand-year soul rings enveloped her in a powerful sense of oppression.

"Teacher, in three months on the front line, this disciple personally slew three Spirit Douluo of the Heaven Dou Empire, one of whom was a level eighty-seven defense-type."

"My Demon Fox martial soul has been greatly tempered in actual combat; I am now at the peak of level sixty-nine, ready to strike at the Spirit Saint bottleneck at any time."

Her voice was not loud, yet it was filled with powerful confidence. This was the fruit of her tempering in blood and fire, the pride of her position as the Saintess of Martial Soul Hall.

Looking at the light in Hu Liena's eyes, the frost on Bibi Dong's face melted completely, transforming into a rare, genuine softness and gratification.

"Very good, Na Na. You truly have not disappointed this teacher."

She stood up from the throne, walked slowly to Hu Liena, reached out, and gently smoothed her slightly disheveled hair.

"You are the true future of our Martial Soul Hall, the most dazzling genius in the history of Martial Soul Hall. At this rate, within three years, you will surely become the youngest Title Douluo in the history of Martial Soul Hall."

Receiving such high praise from her teacher, Hu Liena's eyes grew slightly warm, but she forced herself to hold it back.

She was a soldier, not a little girl in need of comfort.

Just then, the sound of light footsteps came from outside the hall.

"Na Na, you're back!"

Xie Yue walked in quickly, carrying an exquisite food box.

Seeing Hu Liena in her military uniform, a flash of heartache crossed his eyes as he hurried to her side.

"I knew that as soon as you returned, you would come to see Teacher first. You must be starving." He doted on her, handing the food box to Hu Liena. "I specifically had the imperial kitchen make your favorite osmanthus cake; it's still warm."

Seeing her brother, the layer of ice on Hu Liena's face finally melted completely, revealing a faint, heartfelt smile.

"Brother."

She took the food box and said softly:

"Thank you."

"Silly girl, why are you being so polite with your brother?"

Xie Yue smiled, habitually reaching out to ruffle her hair, his eyes filled with concern and pride.

Bibi Dong watched this scene quietly from the side, her gaze softening as well.

These siblings were the ones she had raised with her own hands, the few things she could rely on in this cold, indifferent world.

After a brief moment of warmth, the atmosphere turned serious once again.

Bibi Dong turned and walked toward the massive sand table in the center of the hall, which displayed a military map encompassing the entire continent.

"Come here. The defenses of Jialing Pass require further discussion."

"Yes."

Hu Liena and Xie Yue immediately followed. The three of them gathered around the massive map, their expressions grave.

"Since the Star Luo Empire is making unusual moves, the Heaven Dou side will surely respond. Once Tang San completes the Nine Trials of the Sea God, he will undoubtedly return to the continent immediately. At that time, the pressure on Jialing Pass will reach its peak."

Xie Yue pointed at the Jialing Pass fortress on the map, analyzing the situation in a low voice.

Hu Liena added:

"Tang San has subdued the Seven Sacred Pillar Guardians on Sea God Island. Those seven are all experts at the Title Douluo level. If they join the battle alongside Tang San, our side will face a massive deficit in high-level combat power."

Bibi Dong listened to their analysis, her gaze sweeping back and forth across the map. Finally, her finger landed heavily on the location of Jialing Pass.

"Pass on my orders!"

Her voice regained the majesty and decisiveness of the Pope:

"Order Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei to immediately assemble ten thousand elite spirit masters, bring all war-grade Soul Tool, and depart overnight to reinforce Jialing Pass! You must turn Jialing Pass into an impenetrable iron wall before the allied forces of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires arrive!"

"Yes!" Hu Liena and Xie Yue responded in unison.

Just as the three had finished their deliberations and were preparing to carry out their orders—

"Report—!!"

A shrill, frantic cry, distorted by panic, suddenly erupted from outside the hall!

Immediately after, a deacon responsible for guarding the Pope Palace rushed into the hall, practically tumbling and crawling.

He didn't even care about the grave crime of acting unseemly before the sovereign; his face was as pale as paper, and his entire body trembled like a sieve.

He fell to his knees with a thud, his voice filled with unspeakable fear and trembling.

"Your... Your Holiness! It's bad! It's bad!"

Bibi Dong's brows furrowed sharply, and a terrifying pressure instantly enveloped the deacon:

"What is there to panic about! Speak!"

Stung by the pressure, the deacon nearly fainted. He used every ounce of his strength to point toward the sky outside the hall, screaming at the top of his lungs:

"The... the sky! A purple-gold light has appeared in the sky! It... it is flying straight toward our Pope Palace!"