A Clash of Titans! Xiongshi the Guardian vs. Bibi Dong

Outside the side hall, in the courtyard.

"Great Consecrator, I am willing to enter the Consecration Hall to cultivate! This is absolutely not because you intend to betroth your granddaughter to me, but because I truly wish to make a special contribution to the development of Spirit Hall!"

Lin Tian blinked, his expression betraying a hint of secret delight.

The "mother-daughter combo" had always been the most enticing delicacy in the novels of Douluo Continent; if there were truly an opportunity, Lin Tian would certainly like to have a taste.

"Good lad, you are a man who understands the times! From today on, you are a disciple of this Qian Daoliu. In the future, you shall inherit the position of Great Consecrator of the Consecration Hall!"

Finally having his wish granted, Qian Daoliu cheered repeatedly. His handsome, elegant face was wreathed in smiles, and the way he looked at Lin Tian grew increasingly fond.

Although the boy hadn't immediately agreed to leave the Pope Palace, Qian Daoliu believed that as long as he let his granddaughter meet him, with Xiao Xue's angelic appearance, he could definitely turn the boy into a lapdog at her feet.

"Since that is the case, pack your bags. I will send the Flame Lion Consecrator to fetch you shortly."

As he spoke, Qian Daoliu cast his gaze toward Bibi Dong, a trace of triumph flickering in his bright golden eyes.

So what if Lin Tian is your disciple? When faced with absolute benefits, didn't he still choose the Consecration Hall!

As for the conditions the boy mentioned, they were of no consequence.

He was just a child, after all, and it was natural for him to be simple-minded and miss his mother. As time passed, and with some special benefits arranged for him, he would naturally forget about Bibi Dong as a mother.

Moreover, he still held the trump card that was Xiao Xue.

He refused to believe that a young maiden's allure could be inferior to that of a mature woman.

Qian Daoliu had never understood it—could there really be people in this world who preferred mature women?!

He didn't get it, he truly didn't get it!

Watching Qian Daoliu depart, Bibi Dong raised her hand and flicked it, using an invisible force to slam the door shut.

She then turned to look at Lin Tian, her expression grim, and spoke in an irritated tone:

"Lin Tian, why must you go to the Consecration Hall? Do you think I am not qualified to be your teacher?"

Perhaps out of anger and frustration, tears welled up in Bibi Dong's rose-red eyes, tracing long tracks down her cheeks.

"Mother, you've misunderstood me! The reason I want to join the Consecration Hall is entirely for your sake! While I can grow stronger cultivating here, I truly wish to become a Spirit King expert as quickly as possible. That way, I can stay by Mother's side at night!"

Lin Tian looked up at his Pope mother, his voice sounding childish, and he reached out his hand to gently wipe the tear tracks from her cheeks.

"Mother, wait for me a little longer. I will definitely become a Spirit King expert as soon as I can."

Lin Tian threw himself into his Pope mother's arms, wanting to take in the unique scent of his mother one last time.

After the time it takes to brew a cup of tea, a crimson light descended into the side hall of the bedchamber; the person who arrived was none other than the Flame Lion Consecrator!

As the Fourth Consecrator of the Consecration Hall, he had never liked this Pope of Spirit Hall.

If not for the strict orders from the Great Consecrator Qian Daoliu forbidding them from clashing with Bibi Dong, the Flame Lion Consecrator's explosive temper would have likely led him to fight this woman long ago.

"Let's go, kid. I am here on the orders of the Great Consecrator to take you to the Consecration Hall. Pack your things and come with me."

The Flame Lion Consecrator glanced at Bibi Dong, his eyes filled with disdain.

Although she was the Pope of Spirit Hall, in the eyes of the Flame Lion, she was nothing more than a widow who had lost her husband.

As for Bibi Dong, the Flame Lion couldn't be bothered to pay her any mind.

Arrogant fool!

Bibi Dong had already regained her papal authority. She straightened her papal robes, gripped the Pope Scepter, and looked at the Flame Lion Consecrator with a cold expression.

"Flame Lion Consecrator, why do you not pay your respects upon seeing this Pope?"

Bibi Dong struck the Pope Scepter she held against the floor. Behind her, the [Soul-Eater Spider Emperor] spirit began to manifest. With scarlet eyes as large as basketballs and forelimbs as sharp as blades, it was truly a top-tier beast spirit known for its extreme bloodlust.

Facing Bibi Dong's show of force, the Flame Lion Consecrator naturally felt not a shred of fear.

With a cold snort, his robes fluttered in the wind, and a Flame Lion roared as it revealed itself before them.

As the king of all beasts, its appearance caused the Soul-Eater Spider Emperor to feel at least a hint of trepidation.

"Bibi Dong, I am in a foul mood today. You had best not provoke me, or you will suffer the consequences!"

The Flame Lion Consecrator stared at Bibi Dong with eyes like torches. As a level 97 peak Douluo, he had no obligation to listen to Bibi Dong's commands.

"Flame Lion, are you threatening me?! Do not forget, this Pope possesses twin spirits."

As Bibi Dong's brows furrowed, her other spirit, the [Death Spider Emperor], roared as it appeared behind her.

2 vs 1, the advantage is mine!

Just as Bibi Dong parted her red lips and rose into the air, preparing to have a proper fight with the Flame Lion Consecrator, the two elders, Ghost and Chrysanthemum, appeared in the center of the courtyard, bringing with them a piece of vital intelligence.

"Your Holiness, this subordinate has an urgent matter to report, it is of the utmost importance!"

Ghost Douluo bowed to Bibi Dong, then looked at the young Pope with a nervous expression. He and Chrysanthemum Douluo would never have dreamed that she would be on the verge of fighting the Flame Lion Consecrator of the Consecration Hall!

If this were to get out, the reputation of Spirit Hall would be ruined in an instant...

"Whatever intelligence you have, it can wait until I finish this fight!"

Bibi Dong frowned, ready to strike.

At this critical, hair-trigger moment, Lin Tian stepped forward, positioning himself directly between Bibi Dong and the Lion Douluo.

"Your Holiness, Lion Douluo. If you both insist on fighting, feel free to include me in the fray. As the Holy Son of Spirit Hall, if I cannot mediate a conflict between two of its greatest experts, then this position of Holy Son is not worth keeping!"

Lin Tian stood with a calm, composed expression before the Flame Lion and the Twin Spider Emperor, gambling that neither side would dare let anything happen to him.

After all, he was currently both the Holy Son of Spirit Hall and the guardian chosen by the Grand Elder, Qian Daoliu; either identity alone made him someone who could not be harmed lightly.

"Kid, I will give you face today and stop bickering with Bibi Dong! But remember this, Bibi Dong: I am not afraid of you; I simply do not wish to harm the child chosen by the Grand Elder!"

As he spoke, the Lion Douluo withdrew his martial soul into his body, then flicked his sleeves, causing the courtyard gate that Bibi Dong had just sealed to fly wide open.

"Old man Lion, I will tell you this as well: if it weren't for the sake of the Holy Son today, I would surely fight you to the death! A mere tattooed beast daring to claim the title of king—what a delusional fantasy!"

Bibi Dong drifted down from mid-air, and as her crystal high heels touched the ground, she withdrew her twin martial souls back into her body.

"If that is the case, then let us pick a day for a life-or-death struggle. We shall see whether your spider is more formidable, or my lion!"

The Lion Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his words dripping with disdain for Bibi Dong.

"I shall accompany you to the end!"