Dai Mubai is Useless! Qin Feng's Terrifying Spirit Ring!

[Pope]: "His current humility is merely because he lacks sufficient leverage and is forced to lower his posture. Once he regains power, he will trample your dignity again without a moment's hesitation."

[Pope]: "Forgive him? If you forgive him, you are pushing yourself back into an abyss from which there is no return."

Inside the Pope Palace, Bibi Dong's fingers gripped her scepter tightly.

Her breathing grew rapid, and her chest heaved violently.

In the group chat, Zhu Zhuqing stared at the aggressive reply from the "Pope," feeling momentarily stunned.

Although the other party's words were harsh, every syllable felt like a heavy hammer, shattering the weakness within her heart.

However, before Zhu Zhuqing could reply, another powder keg in the group was ignited.

In a quiet wooden cabin at the Blue Lightning Academy, Liu Erlong read Bibi Dong's words and felt a surge of fury.

She naturally knew that Zhu Zhuqing was talking about Dai Mubai, and she knew exactly what kind of person he was.

But Bibi Dong's remark that "no man under heaven is any good" felt incredibly grating to her.

In her heart, that man remained an untouchable sacred ground.

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "I say, you high-and-mighty Pope, have you hit menopause? Can't you stand seeing others doing well?"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "The girl is just asking for relationship advice, and you immediately condemn all men with one stroke. What, does every man in the world owe you something?"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Just because your own relationship failed and you've become a bitter, unwanted woman, you want to drag every girl in the world down to be a nun with you? It's absolutely ridiculous!"

Inside the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong slammed a palm onto the armrest beside her.

The hard white jade armrest instantly developed a web of fine cracks.

[Pope]: "Insolent! You crude, wild girl, you provoke This Seat time and again. Do you truly think This Seat cannot deal with you?"

[Pope]: "This Seat has simply seen the true nature of men, unlike you, who has lived for half a lifetime only to be played in the palm of a coward's hand, yet you remain smug and self-satisfied. You are utterly foolish!"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "You're full of it! He is not a coward! He made sacrifices for the greater good and for the sake of the two sects!"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "Unlike you, a high-and-mighty Pope who only sees power and slaughter—do you even know what true love is?"

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "You don't even have the qualifications to love!"

The argument between the two escalated instantly, and the temperature in the group chat seemed to drop to freezing.

Ning Rongrong shrank her neck, not daring to interject in the chat.

Hu Liena also wisely maintained her silence.

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "I can't be bothered to argue with a lunatic like you. I'm very busy right now; I have to watch those little Shrek monsters for their special training later."

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "That so-called theoretical Grandmaster is taking them to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena tonight to stir up trouble. He insists on coming back with a Silver Soul Fighting Badge."

[Gentle Fire Dragon]: "I have to keep an eye on them so they don't make a fool of themselves in Heaven Dou City."

Liu Erlong was so furious that she carelessly posted Shrek's itinerary for the night into the group, attempting to show how fulfilling her life was.

However, her words caused a massive uproar inside the Pope Palace.

As Bibi Dong saw the words "theoretical Grandmaster" and "Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena" appear on the screen, her pupils shrank to the size of needle points.

Yu Xiaogang!

This fraud who stole his reputation—he was actually in Heaven Dou City?

And he was going to take his disciples to the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena to try and make a name for himself?

Bibi Dong's mind instantly flashed through the various vile deeds of Yu Xiaogang detailed in the secret letters.

This man had not only abandoned her, but now he was contentedly enjoying Liu Erlong's resources while attempting to cultivate some genius to prove his own worth.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

Bibi Dong's voice was low, carrying a bone-chilling coldness.

She would absolutely not allow this man to succeed again.

She would trample Yu Xiaogang's only hope—that so-called Shrek Team—under her feet.

She would make that man understand that his so-called martial soul theory was nothing more than a piece of waste paper that would tear at the slightest touch when faced with true power.

"The Great Soul Arena, is it..."

Bibi Dong let out a cold snort.

She turned her head to look at the Cardinal standing to the side.

"Go, relay my secret order. Tell Salas in Heaven Dou City to cooperate."

"Additionally, go and invite Qin Feng to the Pope Palace."

"This Seat wishes to see him personally."

The Cardinal received the order in a panic and hurriedly bowed before retreating.

Bibi Dong leaned back slowly into her chair.

She looked at the secret letter in her hand, which recorded the Golden Dragon and Ice Phoenix twin martial souls Qin Feng had displayed in the Sunset Forest, along with those three black, ten-thousand-year soul rings.

She found it hard to believe that such a monster, one who truly defied all conventions, could exist in this world.

This youth could even casually distribute fragments of a ten-thousand-year soul beast's inner core as red packets.

"Qin Feng... just how many secrets are you hiding?"

Bibi Dong whispered softly.

Half a day later, a carriage, understated yet luxurious, slowly pulled up to the back gate of the Pope Palace in Spirit City.

Guided by several temple knights, Qin Feng walked step by step through the quiet corridor into this heavily guarded, supreme hall.

He wore a simple white robe with a warm, polished jade pendant hanging at his waist, appearing graceful and dashing.

The moment Qin Feng stepped into the main hall of the Pope Palace, the first thing he saw was Bibi Dong sitting upon the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Throne.

Noble, elegant, and majestic.

She sat there as if she were a deity holding the fate of all living beings in her hands, making one afraid to look directly at her.

However, looking at this imposing Pope, the scene of her and Liu Erlong tearing into each other like shrews in the group chat earlier surfaced in Qin Feng's mind with a sense of absurdity.

Who would have thought that the irritable Pope who was clamoring about "tracing the network cable to go beat someone up" in the group would be so dignified and elegant in reality.

Qin Feng grumbled inwardly.

The contrast was simply too great.

If not for the identity confirmed by the system, he would have even suspected that he had recognized the wrong person.

"You are Qin Feng?"

On the throne, Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes.

Her voice was calm, yet it carried an invisible sense of oppression that echoed through the vast hall.

Qin Feng remained composed, bowing slightly in a salute.

"Heaven Dou Royal Academy disciple, Qin Feng, greets Your Holiness the Pope."

His attitude was neither servile nor overbearing, devoid of the panic and trembling that ordinary soul masters displayed when meeting the Pope.

A flash of approval crossed Bibi Dong's eyes.

Based on this temperament alone, this youth far surpassed his peers.

"This Seat has heard of your name."

Bibi Dong stood up, gripped her Pope Scepter, and slowly walked down the steps.

Her magnificent robe trailed across the floor, making a rustling sound.

"In the secret letter Salas sent to This Seat, he mentioned quite a few things about you."

"In the East Palace, you once released three black ten-thousand-year soul rings?"

Bibi Dong stopped ten paces in front of Qin Feng, her beautiful eyes staring straight at him.

Qin Feng met her gaze and smiled faintly.

"Your Holiness, seeing is believing, and hearing is hearsay."

"Since Your Holiness has doubts, I shall show my incompetence."

As his voice fell, Qin Feng took a step forward.

BOOM!

A violent and heavy soul power erupted from his body in an instant.

The loud roar of a dragon and the crisp cry of a phoenix intertwined and resounded within the hall.

Behind Qin Feng, a Golden Dragon, pure gold in its entirety and radiating endless majesty, and an Ice Phoenix, shrouded in ice-blue flames, slowly emerged.

With both ultimate martial souls appearing simultaneously, the temperature in the hall plummeted in an instant; a thick layer of frost condensed on the ground, while the void was filled with a mountain-like pressure.

However, it was not over yet.

In Bibi Dong's constricted pupils, three ink-black soul rings rose slowly from beneath Qin Feng's feet.

Black.

Black.

Black.

The three ten-thousand-year soul rings radiated a deep and terrifying light, pulsing slowly around Qin Feng.

The terrifying energy fluctuations were absolutely genuine.

The Pope Palace fell into a deathly silence.

Even Bibi Dong, who was well-informed and possessed twin martial souls herself, stood frozen in place upon seeing this with her own eyes.

She gripped the Pope Scepter tightly, her knuckles turning slightly white from the excessive force.

Without the aid of any external power, all three soul rings were ten-thousand-year ones.

This already transcended the common logic of martial souls on the Douluo Continent.

"This... how is this possible..."

Bibi Dong marveled in her heart, her breathing becoming somewhat rapid.

She stared fixedly at those three black soul rings, the shock in her heart surging like a raging sea.

If she had still harbored doubts about the secret letter before, then now, all those doubts were ruthlessly shattered.

The youth before her was a true monster.

A monster that transcended the definition of a god.

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the agitation within her.

She looked deeply at Qin Feng, various thoughts flashing frantically through her mind.

Such a terrifying genius must absolutely not be known to that old fellow in the Consecration Hall.

Qian Daoliu guarded that Qian Renxue; if they were to win over Qin Feng as well, the future of Spirit Hall would inevitably be controlled by the Qian family for generations to come.

She, Bibi Dong, could absolutely not tolerate such a thing happening.

This youth had to belong to her faction.

Thinking of this, the gaze Bibi Dong directed at Qin Feng became much softer, even carrying an unconcealable sense of high regard.

Bibi Dong spoke slowly, the coldness in her voice dissipating significantly.

"The strength you have displayed is worthy of the regard This Seat holds for you."

Qin Feng retracted his martial soul and soul rings, and the terrifying pressure within the great hall instantly vanished.

He brushed off his sleeves, his expression remaining calm.

"Many thanks for the praise, Your Excellency Pope."

Bibi Dong walked back to the throne and sat down once more.

She looked at Qin Feng, a cold glint flashing in her eyes.

"Now, there is a mission that requires you to complete it."

"Tonight, at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena, there will be a team called Shrek operating there."

"The one leading them is a fraud who calls himself the Grandmaster."

Mentioning the words "Grandmaster," Bibi Dong's teeth clenched slightly, and a chilling glint flashed in her eyes.

"This Seat wants you to take the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall and give them a lesson they will never forget."

"Shatter their arrogance and let them know what true power is."

Upon hearing this, Qin Feng's heart stirred.

Leading a team to crash Shrek's party?

That was quite an interesting errand.

Moreover, he had long found Yu Xiaogang and Tang San and their ilk to be eyesores.

"I shall strictly obey the command of Your Excellency Pope."

Qin Feng bowed in agreement.

Bibi Dong nodded with satisfaction.

"Nana and the others are already waiting outside."

"For this operation, you are the leader. Xie Yue, Yan, and Dugu Bo's granddaughter, Dugu Yan, will all follow your orders."

"This Seat will await news of your triumphant return in Spirit City."

Qin Feng smiled slightly, turned around, and walked toward the outside of the great hall.

The hall doors opened slowly, and the sunlight outside spilled onto him, casting a long shadow.

Watching Qin Feng's departing back, Bibi Dong leaned against the throne and slowly closed her eyes.

"Yu Xiaogang..."

"This Seat would like to see how many rounds your so-called theories can withstand in the face of absolute power."

Outside the Pope Palace, the sunlight was perfect.

On the wide white jade plaza, four young figures were waiting quietly.

They were none other than the Golden Generation of Spirit Hall: Xie Yue, Yan, Hu Liena, and Dugu Yan, who had arrived in Spirit City not long ago.

The hall doors opened slowly.

Qin Feng stepped out from the main entrance.

Dressed in white, his posture was composed.

Hu Liena's eyes lit up, and she immediately stepped forward to meet him, a faint blush appearing on her cheeks.

"Qin Feng."

"What did Teacher Pope want with you?"

Hu Liena's voice carried a hint of tenderness as she moved close to Qin Feng, the distance between them becoming very small.

Dugu Yan followed obediently, standing behind Qin Feng in the manner of a handmaiden and handing him a clean silk handkerchief.

Seeing this scene, the expressions of Xie Yue and Yan not far away darkened instantly.

Yan's eyes were practically spitting fire.

Who in the entire Spirit Hall didn't know he had been secretly in love with Hu Liena?

Usually, Hu Liena was indifferent toward him, unwilling to even spare him a few words.

But now, in front of this kid named Qin Feng, Hu Liena was like a completely different person, so gentle it drove him mad.

Xie Yue's expression was no better.

As Hu Liena's older brother, he had protected his sister in the palm of his hand since they were children.

The white-clad kid who had suddenly appeared before them was, for all intents and purposes, a punk who had swindled his sister's heart.

Xie Yue let out a heavy huff and strode forward.

"You're Qin Feng?"

"If I understand the Pope's intentions correctly, we are to follow your command for this operation at the Heaven Dou Great Soul Arena?"

Xie Yue's gaze was critical as he looked Qin Feng up and down.

Qin Feng took the silk handkerchief from Dugu Yan to wipe his hands and nodded casually.

"That's right."

Yan could no longer suppress the fire in his heart and took a fierce step forward, causing the floor to emit a dull thud.

"On what grounds?"

"What kind of thing are you to be worthy of commanding our Golden Generation?"

"Nana is inexperienced and was deceived by your looks, but I, Yan, don't buy that!"

Yan stared at Qin Feng, his fists clenching until they cracked.

Seeing this, Hu Liena immediately turned around and stood in front of Qin Feng, her brows furrowed.

"Yan, what nonsense are you spouting?"

"This is the Pope's order; do you dare to defy it?"

Hu Liena's defense only added fuel to the fire.