First Meeting with Bibi Dong! The Death Spider Emperor Was Actually Suppressed by the Demon Emperor for an Instant!

The Pope Palace was quiet.

So quiet that even footsteps striking the floor sounded like knocks against one's heart.

When Di Yao entered the hall, he did not spare a second glance for the lavish decorations.

He only saw the throne above.

Upon it sat a woman holding a scepter, silently looking down at him.

She was beautiful.

But hers was not a gentle kind of beauty.

It was sharp.

Like a violet-black flower blooming atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Noble, cold, and dangerous.

Di Yao knew who she was.

The Pope of Spirit Hall.

Bibi Dong.

On either side, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei stood silently.

Farther out stood several more Spirit Hall experts with unfathomable auras.

Yet the heart of the entire hall was the woman seated above.

Bibi Dong did not speak immediately.

She merely watched Di Yao.

Her gaze was like a blade.

She was not looking at a child.

Nor was she looking at a genius.

It was more like she was examining a dangerous weapon that had just been drawn from its sheath, one that did not yet know whom it would cut.

Di Yao did not lower his head either.

He stood in the center of the hall, his expression calm.

His six-year-old body was still tender and immature.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of a child's panic in those eyes.

After a moment, Bibi Dong finally spoke.

"Do you know what kind of place you have come to?"

Her voice was pleasant.

Yet it was as cold as ice.

Di Yao answered quickly.

"The place with the most resources, the most enemies, and the greatest suitability for me to grow stronger on the continent."

The atmosphere in the hall tightened slightly.

Yue Guan's eye twitched.

This child really did not hold back at all.

At last, a hint of interest appeared in Bibi Dong's eyes.

"The most resources, the most enemies."

"You see things quite clearly."

Di Yao said, "If I cannot see clearly, I have no right to ask for resources."

Bibi Dong slowly rose.

The Pope Scepter lightly tapped the floor.

"Then what makes you think Spirit Hall should give its resources to you?"

Di Yao lifted his head.

"My innate Soul Power is level twenty."

"Because of Demon Emperor Di Jun."

"Because in the future, I can surpass the Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

The corners of Bibi Dong's lips curved into something that was almost a smile.

"The future?"

"I have seen many geniuses."

"Only those who live to the end are called geniuses."

Di Yao did not argue.

"That is why I came to Spirit Hall."

"You give me resources, and I will live faster."

"I grow stronger, and you gain a stronger blade."

Bibi Dong's gaze turned slightly cold.

"A blade?"

"Are you willing to become my blade?"

Di Yao calmly replied, "Calling me a blade is too demeaning."

Yue Guan's mouth twitched.

Gui Mei's eyelids shifted slightly as well.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.

"Oh?"

Di Yao said, "A blade can only be held in someone else's hand."

"I am better suited to be fire."

"Enemies can be burned to death, while allies who draw near can keep warm."

"Of course, if they get too close, they will be burned as well."

The hall fell completely silent.

This was no longer mere arrogance.

It was an openly bared edge.

Yet Bibi Dong was not angered.

Instead, she gave a faint laugh.

The smile was very slight.

So faint it was nearly invisible.

"Interesting."

"I would like to see just how hot your fire burns."

As her words fell.

Purple-black Soul Power slowly rose behind Bibi Dong.

The temperature in the hall instantly plummeted.

It was not ordinary cold.

It was a chilling cold steeped in the aura of death.

It felt as though countless spider threads were spreading from the darkness, winding around one's limbs, throat, and heart.

Di Yao's eyes narrowed slightly.

Behind Bibi Dong, he saw the phantom of a terrifying Death Spider Emperor slowly unfold.

Its enormous spider legs were like black spears.

There was not the slightest warmth in its icy compound eyes.

Death, devouring, oppression.

That was the Spirit pressure of a Title Douluo.

It was also Bibi Dong's first test for him.

Di Yao's body suddenly sank.

His bones gave faint cracking sounds.

After all, he did not yet have any soul rings.

No matter how powerful his Spirit was, it could not completely erase the gap in their levels.

Bibi Dong looked down at him from on high.

She wanted to see whether Di Yao would be afraid.

She also wanted to see whether his so-called Demon Emperor Di Jun was truly nothing more than a Spirit capable of creating an awakening phenomenon.

The next instant.

The Dark Gold Sun appeared behind Di Yao of its own accord.

There was no summoning.

No roar.

It was as though the Death Spider Emperor's aura had stirred it awake.

Within the great sun, a blurred imperial figure slowly opened its golden eyes.

A Mystic Gold Emperor Robe.

Three-Legged Golden Crow wings.

A crown upon its head.

The manifestation was not distinct, yet it carried an ancient majesty beyond description.

The Death Spider Emperor's aura remained terrifying.

But the instant the Demon Emperor Manifestation opened its eyes.

The Death Spider Emperor phantom paused.

Only briefly.

So briefly that ordinary soul masters would never have noticed.

But who was present?

Bibi Dong.

Yue Guan.

Gui Mei.

They all saw it clearly.

It was not that the Death Spider Emperor had been defeated.

Nor was it that Bibi Dong was weak.

Rather, at the instinctive level, the Death Spider Emperor had faltered for an instant.

Like a beast in the darkness suddenly encountering an emperor of a higher order.

It was still savage and still powerful.

Yet in that instant, its instincts told it—

The thing before it must not be lightly offended.

For the first time, Bibi Dong's expression truly changed.

Yue Guan sucked in a cold breath.

"This Spirit..."

Gui Mei quietly added, "It is not merely fire-elemental."

Yue Guan lowered his voice. "And it is not merely a Beast Spirit."

Fine beads of sweat appeared on Di Yao's forehead.

His body was enduring tremendous pressure.

His Soul Power was nearly being crushed into his bones.

Yet he did not retreat.

Nor did he kneel.

He raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

"Is the test over?"

Purple-black light flowed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

"You can still hold on?"

The corners of Di Yao's lips lifted slightly.

"We can still talk."

Bibi Dong stared at him.

"Talk about what?"

Di Yao said word by word, "You give me resources."

"I give you a monster who will one day surpass the Clear Sky Sect, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect."

Bibi Dong smiled.

This time, the smile was much more obvious.

"Why do you not speak of loyalty?"

Di Yao answered even more directly.

"Loyalty is the language of the weak."

"Cooperation is where the strong begin."

Yue Guan's scalp went numb.

This kid really dared to talk.

In the Pope Palace, right in front of Bibi Dong, he had proposed cooperation?

If it had been anyone else, they would have been dragged out long ago.

But Bibi Dong did not get angry.

She looked at Di Yao, her gaze growing deeper.

She had seen far too many people kneel and beg for resources.

She had also seen far too many people profess loyalty while scheming in their hearts.

But Di Yao was different.

He did not pretend to be loyal.

Nor did he pretend to be innocent.

He laid his greed, ambition, and value openly on the table.

People like him were dangerous.

But they were also useful.

Because he knew exactly what he wanted.

And knew even better what he should offer in exchange.

Bibi Dong withdrew the pressure of the Death Spider Emperor.

The cold, sinister air in the hall slowly dispersed.

The Great Sun Golden Wheel behind Di Yao faded away as well.

His face was somewhat pale, yet he still stood perfectly straight.

Bibi Dong returned to her throne.

"What do you want?"

Di Yao said, "The highest level of training."

"The Over-Limit Spirit Ring Protocol."

"Access to the Library Pavilion."

"A Title Douluo to protect and guide me."

"And a status that will let me grow stronger as quickly as possible."

Bibi Dong said blandly, "You are asking for a great deal."

Di Yao replied, "And I will give a great deal in return."

Bibi Dong looked toward Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

"What do you think?"

Yue Guan smiled. "Your Holiness, this kid's mouth does deserve a lesson."

"But as for talent, I have never seen another like him in my life."

Gui Mei said quietly, "He is worth betting on."

Bibi Dong nodded.

"Di Yao."

Di Yao raised his head.

"From today onward, you will remain in the Pope Palace for now."

"I will personally decide your training plan."

"As for taking a master—"

She paused.

"That depends on whether you can survive the first round of trials."

Di Yao asked, "What trial?"

Just then, footsteps suddenly sounded outside the hall.

A white-robed elder hurried inside and bowed to Bibi Dong.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

"A message has come from the Worship Hall."

At the words "Worship Hall," the hint of amusement in Bibi Dong's eyes vanished instantly.

The elder forced himself to continue. "The Worship Hall believes this child's martial soul is too unusual and must be jointly examined by the Elder Council and the Worship Hall."

"Before the examination is concluded, it would be inappropriate for the Pope Palace to train him alone."

The atmosphere in the hall instantly dropped below freezing.

Yue Guan's expression darkened.

Shadows silently surged around Gui Mei.

Bibi Dong lightly tapped her scepter with her fingertips.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

Each tap seemed to strike the visitor's heart.

Watching this, Di Yao immediately understood.

Spirit Hall was not a united front internally.

The Pope Palace.

The Elder Palace.

The Worship Hall.

The greater the resource, the fiercer the struggle to claim it.

And he was the greatest resource that had just been placed upon the table.

Bibi Dong spoke coldly.

"What if I refuse?"

Sweat seeped across the white-robed elder's forehead.

"The Worship Hall says this concerns Spirit Hall's future and cannot be decided unilaterally by any one party."

Bibi Dong's gaze turned utterly cold.

But Di Yao suddenly spoke.

"Let them come."

Everyone looked at him.

Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes.

"Do you know what you are saying?"

Di Yao said calmly, "I need resources."

"If they want to claim me, that means I am valuable."

"Since I am valuable, let them see just how valuable I am."

Bibi Dong looked at him for a long while.

Then she suddenly smiled.

That smile was so cold it made people shudder.

"Good."

"Then let the Worship Hall see."

"Let us see whether they can take the person I have chosen."

Outside the hall, the wind suddenly picked up.

Di Yao lowered his head and looked at his hands.

No spirit rings.

No spirit skills.

Only his martial soul.

But so what?

He had already stepped into the core arena of power on Douluo Continent.

If he could endure the next trial.

What he wanted would be delivered before him in double measure.

If he could not endure it.

Then he would die.

A flicker of Dark Gold Firelight flashed through Di Yao's eyes.

Good.

Now this was a place that could make him stronger.