Bibi Dong's Conflict! The Spirit Empire is Destroyed by Tang San!

Because Bibi Dong was bullied by Qian Xunji, she harbored deep hatred for Spirit Hall.

However, while she shouted "I will destroy Spirit Hall" every single day, the territory under her control only grew larger, her ranks swelled, and her influence became increasingly formidable.

Tell me, is this what you call destruction? Is this just raising pigs for the slaughter?

Were you playing mind games with Qian Daoliu? Biding your time, I can tolerate that.

But once your strength was no longer inferior to that old man, why were you still busy unifying the continent? Why did you establish the Spirit Empire?

Does your "destruction" mean helping the enemy build their business until it goes public, only for you to take over as CEO?

Your thought process is more convoluted than a labyrinth; even with a GPS, I couldn't navigate it.

In the end, when you were pushed back and lost everything down to your last shred of dignity, you just wiped your mouth and said, "I intended to destroy Spirit Hall all along."

Oh, right, right. If I can't beat Tyson, I should go provoke him so he smashes my house to pieces—that's just me "intending to demolish my own home," right?

How can you even bring yourself to say such a pathetic excuse?

Are you treating everyone on the continent like fools, or are you the biggest fool of them all?

To put it bluntly, the behavior of some female characters is truly illogical; their words contradict their actions, and they are as inconsistent as someone suffering from schizophrenia.

One day you're burning incense, the next you're tearing down the temple, and the day after that you're dancing on the ruins—who could possibly understand what you're trying to do?

If I absolutely had to justify your actions, the only way would be to say: you wanted to destroy the old guard of the Angel faction within Spirit Hall to build a Spirit Empire of pure-blooded Bibi Dong loyalists.

Fine, that vision is ambitious enough to call you a warlord.

But now that the dream is over, let's talk reality—your management skills and ability to utilize talent are like carving flowers onto a pile of dung; it looks decent from afar, but up close, it reeks to high heaven.

Can you even control the Consecrated Hall? With Qian Daoliu sitting there, you can't even get a chair into the room.

You act like a Pope in name only; is this just a storefront for show?

What about the mid-level cadres underneath you? They act like bandits descending from the mountains, bullying the weak and robbing everyone in sight.

It's as if you're desperate to draw all the hatred on the continent toward Spirit Hall.

The low-level members of Spirit Hall are honest enough, waking spirits for people, but that's charity work, not warfare!

They're nothing but cannon fodder on the battlefield; expecting them to help you unify the continent? Keep dreaming.

And let's talk about the capable ones under your command—Pufferfish Douluo and Snake Spear Douluo are lackeys for Qian Renxue; Demon Bear Douluo and Ghost Leopard Douluo take their orders from Qian Daoliu.

Except for the final stages, these four barely even showed their faces. What does that mean? It means they don't consider you, Bibi Dong, to be worth a damn!

When you count them up, the only high-level combatants who actually listen to you are those two honest fools, Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

Though they might not look like much—one effeminate and the other ghostly—they were truly loyal to you; they would bite whoever you told them to.

And how did you treat them? With disdain! Verbal abuse! Cold shoulders!

Do you think loyalty is worthless, or do you just feel you don't deserve good subordinates?

I'm truly stunned; was your brain squeezed in a door or kicked by a donkey?

With your style of leadership, forget being an Empress; if you were put in charge of a ten-man security team, you'd drive nine of them to mutiny, leaving only yourself.

Do you have any idea how broken the "Polar Static Domain" spirit fusion skill of Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo is?

That is a super-tier crowd control ability that can freeze time and space itself!

Anyone below god-level is forced to stand still, becoming a literal sitting duck.

If that ability were used properly in tandem with a powerful damage dealer, who couldn't be killed, aside from those unreasonable existences like gods?

Who? Tell me, who couldn't be killed?

Yet, how did you use it, Bibi Dong? You occasionally let them show their faces as background props or atmosphere setters, then tossed them aside.

You aren't just wasting a treasure; you're throwing a golden bowl into a latrine.

Let's talk about your resource allocation—Spirit Hall has so many spirit bones, and who did you give them to? You gave them to that useless disciple of yours, Hu Liena.

What is Hu Liena, anyway? Aside from posturing and being used as a punching bag by Tang San, has she ever accomplished a single useful thing?

Hu Liena isn't worth a single hair on the legs of Chrysanthemum or Ghost Douluo. If you had given those spirit bones to them, they were already loyal to you to the death; if their strength had surged, wouldn't they have sold their lives for you until the next lifetime?

But no, you insisted on coddling your useless disciple like a treasure while treating your only two capable, loyal subjects like rags.

Bibi Dong, oh Bibi Dong, you aren't just stupid; you are stupid and despicable—so despicable it makes one want to slap you twice.

You deserved for your plan to fail in the end, you deserved to die and vanish, and you deserved to be abandoned by everyone—no, wait, you didn't even have anyone to "abandon" you.

You deserved to end up alone, dying in such a pathetic, stifling way!

What is the essence of politics? It's that for every friend you gain, you have one fewer enemy; it's about pulling everyone you can to your side.

But you, Bibi Dong? Every step you took was precisely in the opposite direction, kicking friends away and dragging enemies in.

You are the founding ancestor of reverse-politics.

Honestly, sometimes when I watch your performance—all sound and fury, yet accomplishing absolutely nothing—I wonder if you were an undercover agent sent by the enemy.

Otherwise, there is no way to explain how one person could choose every single wrong option available.

To summarize Bibi Dong in one sentence: your strength is barely that of a King, but your brain is firmly stuck in the Bronze tier.

[Someone like this wants to unify the continent? Don't make me laugh; you couldn't even unify the street in front of your own house.]

It seemed that the people making these sharp critiques were starting to let loose.

Sure enough, as the critiques went on, they finally began to carry a truly ruthless edge.

Furthermore, as everyone read these descriptions and content, they instantly understood just how foolish this so-called Pope of Spirit Hall truly was.

Many characters felt their eyes twitch as they watched, finding it hard to imagine.

The Angel God was the most concerned with Spirit Hall, and seeing that Spirit Hall's future would be ruined by this Bibi Dong, he was absolutely furious.

[Angel God of Douluo I]: "Good, good, good! So my Spirit Hall's future is to be destroyed in the hands of someone like this, is it!"

[Angel God of Douluo I]: "You, Bibi Dong! Are you looking to die?!"

[Angel God of Douluo I]: "And you, Qian Daoliu, tell me, is this the Pope you found to serve as a transition? Spirit Hall is about to be wiped out, so where exactly did this transition lead to?!"

[Qian Daoliu of Douluo I]: "Ah, this... Ancestor, I didn't know either. I originally saw that although Bibi Dong held a grudge against the Qian family, she ultimately allowed Spirit Hall to grow rapidly."

[Angel God of Douluo I]: "So that means... so that means it was okay to let her successfully destroy Spirit Hall?"

[Angel God of Douluo I]: "Audacious Qian Daoliu, to think you would dare disguise yourself as my descendant! I see you are courting death!"