Mission Complete? Yu Xiaogang Seeks Out Bibi Dong

"Yue Guan!"

A piercing roar shattered the deathly silence of the valley.

Ghost Douluo's figure was like a black phantom. The moment Chrysanthemum Douluo's body leaned backward, he appeared behind him and pulled the swaying body into his arms.

As far as the eye could reach, there was only cold, weak emptiness.

"Elder Ju!"

"Elder Yue Guan!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo, Demon Bear Douluo, Ning Fengzhi... everyone exclaimed and crowded around.

The faces that usually commanded respect across the continent were now filled with undisguised panic and concern.

Each and every one of them was genuinely worried about Chrysanthemum Douluo's condition.

Except for Tang Hao!

He looked at Chrysanthemum Douluo had suddenly collapsed, his cloudy eyes almost spitting out flames of urgency.

We can't stop!

How could he stop!

If he stops now, Ah Yin... Ah Yin will truly be beyond saving!

Tang Hao wanted to shout it out loud. He wanted to order that damned Chrysanthemum Guan to get up quickly and continue using his essence to save his wife!

However, his injuries were far too severe.

When he opened his mouth, what came out was not sound, but mouthful after mouthful of uncontrollable, sweet and metallic blood.

He couldn't utter a single word.

Fortunately.

Because before Chrysanthemum Douluo could squeeze out the last bit of his Martial Soul Origin, he was stopped by Blue Silver Emperor.

He didn't die on the spot, but he fell into an unprecedented state of extreme weakness, his very essence severely damaged, and his life hanging by a thread.

Ghost Douluo trembled as he reached out and probed Chrysanthemum Douluo's nostrils for breath. Upon sensing that faint breath, his heart, which had almost stopped beating, resumed functioning.

With red-rimmed eyes, he carefully wiped the cold sweat from his best friend's forehead with his long, slender fingers.

His voice, thick with nasal tones, murmured to himself in the mountains.

"Yue Guan, we're not going to save the Blue Silver Emperor..."

"Let's go back now and apologize to our senior... They'll definitely understand..."

As he spoke, he gently pressed his cheek against Chrysanthemum Douluo's cold forehead.

His voice carried an almost pleading, unspoken vulnerability.

"I can't live without you..."

"Yes, Elder Ju!" Demon Bear Douluo echoed in a muffled voice, his tone full of anxiety.

"If you knew the whole story, senior, you certainly wouldn't blame me!"

"That's right, lives are at stake! Your mission is important, but the lives of your comrades are equally important!"

"Holy Dragon Douluo Tuoba Xi also said in a deep voice."

If it were them...

Perhaps, in order to complete Lin Feng's mission, they will not hesitate to give up their last bit of Martial Soul Origin.

However, to make them watch Chrysanthemum Douluo die, to die for something almost impossible, is unacceptable.

Feel sorry.

They can't do it!

The friendship that was forged at the table in the Maple Dye Pavilion, through countless meals shared side by side and moments of boasting to each other, was far deeper than they had imagined.

Just then...

The Chrysanthemum Douluo in his arms, as if in a final burst of energy before death, weakly shook its head.

His unfocused eyes strained to focus as he gazed at the Blue Silver Emperor in Golden Crocodile Douluo's hand, which was still slowly withering away.

He reached out his hand, trembling.

It seems they want to do something more.

However, the Blue Silver Emperor seemed to have sensed his intentions.

Just as it was about to turn to ashes, the deathly aura that seemed to extinguish all life miraculously ceased.

It stopped dissipating.

It just stayed there, neither rising nor falling, clinging to the last vestige of life that could vanish at any moment.

It was as if he were making a final response to the benefactor who had risked his life to save him.

Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo finally managed a weak smile on his deathly pale face.

The light in his eyes completely dimmed.

He fainted.

Before his consciousness completely sank into darkness, only one thought remained in Chrysanthemum Douluo's mind.

Senior...

I... I think I've... completed the task you assigned me...

Seeing this, everyone breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

But they knew that things were far from over.

Chrysanthemum Douluo's essence was severely damaged, and Blue Silver Emperor's life force was weak; both were still teetering on the brink of death.

Right now, their most important task is to act immediately!

Take them back to Spirit City!

Go and ask that all-powerful senior for help!

The group exchanged glances; no words were needed, their understanding was already clear.

"Walk!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo let out a low shout.

The next second.

Ghost Douluo carefully picked up Chrysanthemum Douluo and carried him horizontally. He transformed into a black streak of light and soared into the sky at an extreme speed.

Golden Crocodile Douluo then used his Soul Power to condense a very stable protective shield, holding the fragile Blue Silver Emperor in his palm, and followed closely behind.

Demon Bear Douluo, Holy Dragon Douluo, Spirit Kite Douluo... without the slightest hesitation, everyone transformed into rainbows and followed.

They didn't even glance at the pitiful Tang Hao on the ground again.

"Ah Yin!!"

Looking at the Blue Silver Emperor that everyone was taking away, Tang Hao finally managed to squeeze out a hoarse, inhuman roar.

He was so moved that tears streamed down his face.

He struggled, using his remaining arm to support his broken body, trying to crawl in the direction the others had gone.

He couldn't let Ah Yin out of his sight!

However.

His Soul Power was completely exhausted, his legs were pierced, and blood was still gushing from the severed wound on his right arm.

The excruciating pain and weakness were constantly eroding his remaining willpower.

He used his last ounce of strength, but could only manage to lift his upper body halfway up.

He's reached his limit.

The world before my eyes began to spin.

Ah Yin... can revive... senior... I beg him... I plead with him...

Endless regret and that sliver of humble hope intertwined wildly in his mind. Finally, with a "thud," he fell heavily to the ground and completely lost consciousness.

When the desperate cries and regrets of a lone figure echoed among the mountains.

In the Pope's Bedchamber in Spirit City, thousands of miles away.

The magnificent and spacious room was in complete disarray.

Expensive porcelain pieces were shattered on the ground.

The luxurious silk quilt, woven from millennia-old silk, was bitten through with several hideous holes by someone in a fit of rage.

Bibi Dong stood barefoot by the window, her beautiful figure outlining perfect curves in the moonlight.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and she barely managed to suppress the fire in her beautiful, amethyst-like eyes.

Just then...

"Knock knock knock."

Outside the door, a maid's cautious knocking could be heard.

"Your His Holiness the Pope"

Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent in her heart, and her voice regained its usual coldness and majesty.

"Explain."

The maid outside the door trembled, her voice becoming even more respectful.

"Your Majesty, someone is waiting outside the hall with... with Pope Token."

"He said he was... an old friend of yours."

The maid paused, then whispered the name.

"Old friend?"

Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed instantly, a murderous aura flashing across them.

How could she not know that she had an old acquaintance who possessed the Pope Token?

The maid seemed to sense the terrifying atmosphere that had suddenly plummeted to freezing point from inside the door, and her voice trembled.

She paused, then uttered the name in an almost whispered voice.

He called himself "Grandmaster... Yu Xiaogang".