His Nose Was Sharp as a Hound's-Yu Xiaogang Got It Again!

Yu Xiaogang!

When the maid uttered those three words in a voice as soft as a mosquito's buzz.

Bibi Dong felt the overwhelming killing intent that had just been forcibly suppressed suddenly surge up three zhang high, like a raging fire doused with hot oil!

He actually dared to come?

He actually dared to come to Spirit City!

He still dares to come see me?!

Bibi Dong's fingernails pierced deep into the flesh of her palm in an instant, and blood slowly seeped out from between her fingers, but she felt no pain at all.

She almost instinctively wanted to rush out.

She wanted to use her sharp, knife-like Spider Spear to tear that man's body apart inch by inch! To use the most vicious Soul Skill to make him wail as he turned into a pool of pus and blood!

However, before she could even lift her foot, Lin Feng's indifferent face and the words he had once spoken appeared in her mind without warning.

"Death is nothing."

Yes.

Death would be too good for him.

Wouldn't killing him so easily be too lenient on this complete hypocrite?

The frenzied killing intent in Bibi Dong's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deeper, colder resentment.

She knew very well what a man like Yu Xiaogang, who considered himself superior and valued his reputation more than his life, feared most.

What I fear most is probably not death itself.

Instead, it's about giving him a pitiful amount of dignity and a pathetic reputation!

Thinking of this, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a smile that was both extremely cold and eerily beautiful.

She considered herself quite skilled at tormenting people.

She slowly loosened her clenched fist, letting the blood from her palm drip onto the luxurious carpet, her voice regaining its usual coldness and authority.

"Knew."

As Yu Xiaogang limped towards the Pope Palace, a symbol of the pinnacle of power on the continent, led by a maid, the anger and humiliation in his heart almost solidified into a tangible form.

Not long ago, he woke up on the cold floor in front of the Maple Dye Pavilion when it was already late.

The hotel doors were tightly shut, and the terrifying security guard who had slapped him dozens of times was nowhere to be found.

I was starving and in excruciating pain all over my body.

He had no choice but to drag his broken body to the Pope Palace to seek "protection".

But every beating and humiliation he endured along the way has been branded into his heart.

First, he was brutally beaten in the street by a pack of watchdogs.

Then, at the entrance of the Maple Dye Pavilion, he was repeatedly slapped in the face by an unknown titled Douluo.

Finally, that damned owner of the Maple Dye Pavilion, a mere brat, actually dared to humiliate me!

And those seductive women around him, they dared to lay a hand on me!

Unforgivable!

It's all Bibi Dong's fault! She didn't discipline her children properly!

When I see her later, I must make her understand just how serious a mistake she has made!

He wanted her to order that everyone who had humiliated him that day be subjected to the most severe punishment!

Only in this way can his shattered self-esteem be slightly soothed!

Soon, Yu Xiaogang was taken to the spacious and majestic Pope Hall.

High on the steps, the woman he both knew and knew sat quietly on the magnificent Pope throne.

She wore an elaborate Pope robe embroidered with gold thread and held a scepter nearly two meters tall, the jewel at the top of which shone with a light that was too dazzling to look at directly.

She casually crossed her legs, her amethyst-like eyes lowered slightly, her beauty otherworldly, yet she exuded a sense of distance and pressure that kept strangers at bay.

The moment Yu Xiaogang saw Bibi Dong, all the resentment and anger in his eyes miraculously vanished.

Instead, he put on what he considered a deeply affectionate performance, which was actually nauseating.

He lowered his head slightly, presenting a melancholy angle to his profile, his voice carrying just the right amount of huskiness and magnetism.

"Dong'er, it's been so long, how have you been?"

He thought that this "deeply affectionate" greeting would move the other person and make them feel guilty.

However.

On the throne, Bibi Dong's hand, which was resting on the armrest, suddenly clenched tightly.

On his smooth forehead, a vein throbbed uncontrollably.

Dong'er?

Hearing this name, which had condemned her to a life of folly and suffering, a wave of bloodlust washed over her.

She almost couldn't hold back and smashed the scepter down on that disgusting face right there and then!

But in the end, she managed to suppress the impulse with her strong willpower.

No rush.

The game has only just begun.

She wanted to see first what ridiculous purpose this good-for-nothing had in mind that led him to travel thousands of miles to his death.

Bibi Dong slowly raised her eyelids, her voice as cold and clear as a block of ice that had never melted, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"May I ask what brings this 'Grandmaster' to my Spirit Hall?"

"Furthermore, I would like to remind you of something."

Her gaze was as if she were looking at a lowly ant.

You should address me as, Your His Holiness the Pope.

The deep emotion on Yu Xiaogang's face froze instantly.

Yu Xiaogang's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

But in an instant, he attributed this indifference to the woman's willfulness and reserve.

Thinking of this, he even felt a little smug.

The more she acts like this, the more it shows that she cares about me!

Yu Xiaogang deliberately put on a pained expression, as if Bibi Dong's words were a knife that had pierced his heart.

He even dramatically turned around slowly, his back to Bibi Dong, as if silently accusing her of "heartlessness".

"Yes, Your His Holiness the Pope."

He uttered the name in a trembling voice, as if his heart had been shattered.

Then, in a seemingly casual but actually highly purposeful tone, he got to the point.

"Your His Holiness the Pope, I have heard that there is a place called 'Maple Dye Pavilion' in Spirit City?"

"There seems to be a remarkable person there who can help Soul Master evolve their Martial Soul and break free from their own limitations?"

He thought he had already laid the steps this far.

Bibi Dong should also step down from this step and tell herself that this was the "surprise" she had prepared for herself, her belated "compensation".

However.

What he never dreamed of was...

Upon hearing these words, Bibi Dong, seated on the throne, showed no sign of going along with the situation; instead, a look of sudden realization dawned on her face.

Immediately afterwards, a deep, intense contempt and mockery flashed across the depths of her amethyst-like eyes.

Heh~

I see.

This useless dog's nose is actually more sensitive than I imagined.

The senior had only been in Spirit City for less than half a month, and he had already come knocking on his door, drawn by the scent.

But thinking about it, it makes sense. The biggest pain point in this good-for-nothing's life is that he can never break through to level 29 of Soul Power.

Now that they've somehow learned of the senior's existence, they're undoubtedly desperate to try their luck.

Bibi Dong looked down at Yu Xiaogang from her high vantage point.

"So what?"

Her voice was completely flat.

Yu Xiaogang's expression stiffened again.

That's not right.

This reaction is wrong.

Shouldn't she be filled with remorse, yet also a hint of glee at her success, and explain everything clearly, going along with her own words?

For example, Maple Dye Pavilion was something she arranged specifically to make up for herself.

For example, that kid named Lin Feng is just a tool under her command.

But what does this mean now?

What's the meaning behind this "Who are you? What's it to me?" attitude?

Yu Xiaogang's extraordinary thought process began to work at lightning speed again.

He understood!