Bibi Dong is Shocked, the Chat Group is Omnipotent!!

The pride in Bibi Dong's bones would never allow her to retreat at a time like this.

[Pope]: "This Seat is the Pope of Spirit Hall, so what?"

[Pope]: "You bunch of cowardly rats hiding your heads, if you have the guts, then stay hidden well. Make sure This Seat doesn't find your true forms!"

As soon as this message, filled with murderous intent, appeared, everyone in the group was shocked.

No one expected that this high and mighty Pope would actually admit her identity directly in this small Chat Group.

After sending the message, Bibi Dong no longer had the mood to continue the lecture.

With a livid face, she tossed the bent teaching pointer onto the podium.

"That is all for today. Class dismissed."

Leaving those words behind, Bibi Dong clicked her heels and walked out of the classroom without looking back.

She left behind a group of students looking at each other in dismay.

The atmosphere in the classroom was terrifyingly oppressive, and many people were whispering to each other in private.

"Did the Pope encounter something troubling today?"

"Why is her expression so bad? She scared me to death."

Only Hu Liena watched Bibi Dong's departing back, then looked down at the avatar in the Chat Group bearing the nickname "Pope."

With her keen intuition, she instantly guessed the true owner behind that nickname.

Qin Feng, sitting by the window, finally snapped out of the joy of his power increase.

He moved his mind slightly, opening the Chat Group interface to take a look.

"Damn."

Qin Feng exclaimed inwardly. Bibi Dong had actually played her cards face up!

But on second thought, given the Pope's proud and arrogant nature, it would be a miracle if she could swallow her pride after being pointed at and scolded.

It was just that these group nicknames were a bit too straightforward; it was only a matter of time before someone guessed them.

At this moment in the Chat Group.

Bibi Dong had originally thought that as long as she revealed her identity as the Pope of Spirit Hall, these lowly ants would be frightened into silence.

But she had clearly underestimated the power of internet anonymity.

[Pope]: "What qualifications do you have to talk about this Pope?"

Not only did it fail to intimidate these people, but it actually invited even more intense mockery.

[I Have No Mom]: "Yo, such great official authority! If you have the ability, crawl through this light screen and bite me?"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "So what if you're the Pope of Spirit Hall? Can't people talk about the ugly things you've done? Truly ridiculous."

Watching the text jumping on the light screen, Bibi Dong paused in the corridor, so angry she nearly bit through her silver teeth.

These guys were acting completely unscrupulous because they didn't know each other's true identities; it was truly detestable.

She forced herself to calm down, locking her gaze onto the two people with the most hostility.

One was "I Have No Mom," and the other was "Gentle Fire Dragon."

These two definitely had old grudges with her.

Who was this "I Have No Mom"?

The tone was so sharp and mean, and there was not a shred of awe for the Pope's status.

"No mom" was a very obvious clue.

And that "Fragrant Fox" who tried to help speak up—it sounded like a term for someone close to her.

Returning to the study in the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong had just sat down in her luxurious chair when a report came from outside the door.

"Teacher, Liena requests an audience."

Hearing this voice, Bibi Dong's heart skipped a beat, and she suddenly realized.

That "Fragrant Fox" was actually her prized student, Hu Liena.

"Enter."

The door pushed open, and Hu Liena walked quickly to the desk and bowed respectfully.

Then, an indignant expression appeared on that pretty face.

"Teacher, the people in that Chat Group are simply too hateful!"

"They actually dared to talk about you like that. I really wish I could drag them out right now and teach them a lesson."

Bibi Dong sat upright in the large high-backed chair, having recovered her usual noble and cold demeanor.

She lifted her delicate chin slightly and said in a calm tone:

"They are merely the frantic barking of clowns; why would this Pope care about such idle gossip?"

Although she said that, Bibi Dong was already calculating viciously in her heart.

If given the chance, she would have to drag out every one of these insolent wretches, especially "I Have No Mom" and "Gentle Fire Dragon," and make them taste a fate worse than death.

Hu Liena naturally could not see through her teacher's thoughts and merely nodded obediently.

"Teacher, the existence of this Chat Group is truly extraordinary."

"I studied it carefully just now and discovered that besides allowing us to speak across distances, it can actually transmit photos, red envelopes, and other functions."

Bibi Dong raised an eyebrow upon hearing this, a trace of curiosity piqued by these novel features.

Seeing this, a flash of cunning crossed Hu Liena's eyes.

She waved her pink fist viciously and spoke with righteous indignation:

"Didn't those people keep insulting you, calling you an ugly hag and saying no man wants you? We must vent this anger; we must slap their faces hard!"

The moment she finished speaking, Hu Liena began operating the light screen directly.

During class earlier, she had been sitting in the front row and had managed to capture the teacher's stunning figure from the side while she was lecturing.

"Ding!"

A high-definition image suddenly popped up in the group.

In the picture, Bibi Dong's dark purple, form-fitting gown displayed her grace to the fullest.

Beneath the high-slit hem, a pair of long, beautiful legs tightly wrapped in black silk were crossed, their lines beautiful to the extreme.

That allure of a mature woman and the exquisite aesthetic nearly burst through the light screen to hit the viewer in the face.

It was a proper piece of eye candy.

Seeing this, Bibi Dong was instantly stunned.

"You..."

She never expected that her disciple, who was always dignified and majestic, would pull such a stunt.

Sending a photo of her legs into such a foul-smelling group—what kind of decorum was this?

But it had already been sent, and the Chat Group seemed to have no option to retract messages.

Bibi Dong let out a helpless sigh.

Since things had reached this point, she could only let it be.

As her gaze fell back onto the light screen and the frozen photo, Bibi Dong actually held absolute confidence in her appearance and figure.

How could the beauty of this Pope be compared to those common, vulgar creatures?

She wanted to see what kind of harsh words these ignorant bumpkins could possibly spit out after seeing this photo.

She looked forward to slapping the faces of these loud-mouthed brats and seeing what they could possibly use to compare themselves to her.

Inside the Chat Group, the crowd that had been arguing heatedly suddenly fell into an eerie silence upon seeing the photo.

Immediately following, a string of symbols flooded the screen frantically.

[I Have No Mom]: "???"

[Bunny Eats Radish]: "???"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "???"

[Douluo People Don't Deceive Douluo People]: "???"

Qin Feng was sitting in a classroom at Spirit Hall Academy when the system's mechanical voice suddenly rang in his mind once more.

[Ding! Detected that Chat Group activity has reached its peak. Congratulations to the host for obtaining an activity reward: ten red envelope blind boxes.]