I Don't Care What You Think—I Care What I Think

"You misunderstand. I harbor absolutely no resentment toward you!"

Bibi Dong looked Qian Cheng straight in the eye, her gaze utterly sincere.

In her heart, her acting was flawless. There was no way she would reveal even the slightest crack.

She had endured humiliation for nine years, then killed Qian Xunji when he was seriously injured.

Keeping her emotions perfectly in check was merely a basic skill.

"I rarely give people opportunities, yet you seem not to have cherished this hard-won chance."

Qian Cheng's tone was icy. His hand, which had been pinching Bibi Dong's chin, slid down to her slender neck and lifted her into the air.

His fingers gradually tightened. Bibi Dong felt the oxygen in her throat being ruthlessly squeezed out, making it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Her fair, beautiful face turned crimson within just a few breaths, as though scorched by flames.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Bibi Dong struggled instinctively, but her resistance was like an ant trying to shake a tree. She could not break free from Qian Cheng's grasp at all.

If you're giving me a chance, then let go and let me speak, damn it!

"Ancestor, what are you doing?"

Mighty Lion Douluo hurriedly rose to his feet, a hint of panic in his voice.

"The Pope is meeting you for the first time. How could she possibly resent you?"

Qingluan Douluo hurriedly echoed him.

"I think this must be a misunderstanding!"

Radiant Feather Douluo also tried to ease the tense atmosphere.

"I don't care what you think—I care what I think!"

There was not a trace of emotion in Qian Cheng's voice, and the temperature throughout the Worship Hall seemed to drop considerably.

The Six Great Enshrined froze at once, not daring to even breathe loudly.

If anyone had paid attention to Qian Daoliu, they would have noticed that Qian Daoliu, kneeling before the Angel Statue,

was trembling!

His body was shaking slightly!

The Qian Clan's Ancestral Records contained clear records that this Sixth Generation Ancestor was exceptionally bloodthirsty.

The specific wording was as follows:

Once you confirmed someone was your enemy, even if they were already dead, you still had to tear them into ten thousand pieces!

And while you were at it, do them a favor—cremate them, then scatter their ashes.

If the enemy's surname was Xiao, Lin, Ye, or Shi, wipe out their entire clan!

Split even the earthworms vertically in half, and shake every egg until its yolk was broken.

And those who shouted, "Do not despise the poor youth"—turn them into "the dead deserve respect."

Anyone who frowned and retreated behind the crowd—immediately lay down a net of heaven and earth!

They could not be allowed to escape, or they would become endless future trouble!

In short, once they were confirmed as enemies, not one of their ten clans could escape!

Not to mention Qian Cheng noticing that Bibi Dong resented him—even if she merely glared at him, she would probably lose a layer of skin!

Besides, that resentment was most likely genuine.

Qian Daoliu understood why Bibi Dong resented Qian Cheng. Wasn't it simply because she was venting her anger on the Qian Clan's ancestor?

At this moment, realizing that Qian Cheng truly intended to kill her, Bibi Dong no longer hid anything.

She directly released her Martial Soul, and a dark violet phantom enveloped her from behind.

The phantom could vaguely be made out as a ferocious spider.

Nine soul rings slowly rose and circled her body, radiating a powerful aura.

Eternal Creation!

Bibi Dong's right hand transformed into a sharp spike and stabbed toward Qian Cheng's chest.

At such a distance, it was practically impossible to miss. No one could dodge it!

Most importantly, Qian Cheng had not activated his Martial Soul!

A soul master who had not activated their Martial Soul was only slightly stronger than an ordinary person!

Therefore...

Die, Qian Cheng! Damn Qian Clan!

Bibi Dong screamed madly in her heart, hatred gleaming in her eyes.

However...

Ding!

The sound was exceptionally crisp!

The damage was exceptionally pathetic!

Bibi Dong's Eternal Creation could not even pierce Qian Cheng's clothing!

"That's impossible!"

Bibi Dong's eyes widened, her face filled with disbelief.

Her attack was like an ant trying to shake a tree, incapable of harming Qian Cheng in the slightest.

"If you do not cultivate, you see me as a frog at the bottom of a well gazing at the moon in the sky."

"If you cultivate, you see me as a tiny ant beholding the vast blue heavens."

Qian Cheng's words were like a sharp sword piercing deep into Bibi Dong's heart, leaving her speechless.

Those words perfectly conveyed the shock in her heart.

When an ordinary person saw Qian Cheng, they would think he was merely an ordinary soul master.

When a Titled Douluo saw Qian Cheng, they would understand that the two sides were not even in the same dimension!

"You still haven't answered my question. Then I'll take the answer myself!"

Qian Cheng stretched out his hand and gently pressed it against Bibi Dong's forehead.

"Let go of me!"

Bibi Dong struggled desperately. She seemed to have understood what Qian Cheng intended to do—read her memories.

Something utterly unimaginable was happening right before her eyes.

Because she felt herself recalling the past, beginning with her Martial Soul awakening at the age of six, then killing Qian Xunji, and becoming the Pope...

Everything that had happened during that time, no matter how trivial, surfaced in her memories.

There were even things she herself had forgotten.

In other words, everything Bibi Dong had been unwilling to face or remember was laid completely bare before Qian Cheng's eyes.

At that thought, Bibi Dong's expression instantly became incomparably twisted.

"Although many people resent me, you don't even rank among them. Still, I was rather curious about why you resent me."

"I never expected you to be such an ungrateful wretch!"

Qian Cheng stared at Bibi Dong, killing intent surfacing in his eyes.

"You filthy, despicable Angel Clan! I curse all of you to go to hell, Never to be Reborn for Eternity!"

Since she had already been seen through, Bibi Dong could no longer be bothered to hide anything. She poured out every shred of venomous hatred in her heart.

"Yes, yes, yes. You're right!"

Qian Cheng actually nodded, then a playful smile curled his lips.

He suddenly raised his hand and viciously slapped Bibi Dong across the face.

Slap!

A crisp slap echoed through the hall, and Bibi Dong's lovely face instantly swelled red.

A streak of blood even seeped from the corner of her lips, glaringly conspicuous.

"You... hit me?"

Bibi Dong stared at Qian Cheng in disbelief, her voice trembling slightly.

"That's right."

Qian Cheng nodded as though it were only natural, his eyes full of disdain.

"Why do you get to hit me???"

Bibi Dong looked utterly bewildered, her eyes filled with disbelief.

She had lived a wandering and unstable life as a child. Being beaten and going hungry had been commonplace.

But that had been in the past. Ever since she awakened Twin Martial Souls and Innate Full Soul Power, then became Qian Xunji's disciple, her life had changed.

Forget being beaten or starved—no one even dared to scold her!

Because she was the Pope's disciple, and her status was incomparably noble.

Later, after becoming the Holy Maiden, her status rose even higher. There were even fewer people who dared speak to her.

Being beaten?

That was a distant memory!

Even when Qian Xunji gave her injections, she had never been beaten!

The feeling filled Bibi Dong's heart with immense humiliation!

"Why do I get to hit you? I can't be bothered to reason with you. You aren't worthy of hearing it!"

Qian Cheng's lips curled slightly as he raised his hand again.

Slap!

Another resounding slap landed, and five bright-red finger marks appeared on Bibi Dong's cheek!

"I once raised a Big Yellow. Whenever I went 'tsk tsk tsk' at him, he would wag his tail and try to please me."

"So when he ran off and got stewed by someone from some trash sect, I directly slaughtered that sect."

"As for you..."

"In my heart, you're not even as good as Big Yellow. At least he could guard the house, while all you know is biting the hand that feeds you!"

As Qian Cheng berated her, he mercilessly taught Bibi Dong a lesson.