Enemy Attack? The Douluos: Rongrong, Roast More Skewers, Let's Go Watch the Show!

The air in the alley suddenly turned thick and cold with Bibi Dong's appearance.

The bustle and smoky warmth drifting over from the barbecue stall seemed cut off by an invisible wall, unable to penetrate this tiny space shrouded in shadows and killing intent.

Tang Yuehua's body stiffened uncontrollably.

All color instantly drained from the pretty face that had only just shown resolve and rebirth.

Bibi Dong!

It was she who had led Spirit Hall more than a decade ago, forcing the Clear Sky Sect to seal itself away for protection.

Tang Yuehua instinctively lowered her head, not daring to meet that gaze.

The instant Tang Xiao saw Bibi Dong, his mind buzzed blankly.

The savagery and fury on his face were like flames doused with icy water, extinguished in an instant, leaving behind only boundless shock and terror.

Why was she here?

When had she arrived?

How much had she heard?

A string of questions hammered at his heart, nearly making him unable to remain standing.

Bibi Dong paid no attention to Tang Xiao, who had been frightened senseless.

Her gaze fell upon the anxious Tang Yuehua. The teasing smile on her face slowly faded, replaced by an unexpected trace of approval.

"Raise your head."

Tang Yuehua shuddered and slowly lifted her head almost by instinct.

"Not bad."

Bibi Dong's red lips parted, uttering those two words.

Tang Yuehua was completely stunned.

She had thought she would face suspicion, suppression, or even humiliation from the Pope.

She had never imagined that what awaited her would be a simple "not bad."

"Since you chose to stay in my man's shop as a musician, you should have some backbone."

Bibi Dong walked forward at an unhurried pace, graceful in posture. Every step seemed to land upon the beat of a drum