"Without them, my Spirit Empire can still sweep across the world!"

Hu Liena had anticipated a series of reactions from Chen Fan, perhaps even that he might offer a humble apology.

However...

There was none!

Chen Fan seemed entirely unsurprised by her answer, as if he were more familiar with her teacher's temper than she, the Empress's favorite disciple, was.

There was not a single trace of unexpected emotion on his face.

This...

"Hey, Chen Fan, wait, you..."

After snapping back to reality, Hu Liena chased out of the tent, but as she looked around, where could she find a shadow of Chen Fan?

"This..."

Hu Liena was somewhat dazed. Looking at the Elder Token and the letter of resignation in her hand, she gazed around in a daze, feeling...

As if the sky had grown even darker?

"The two Consecrated Elders, have you considered my proposal?"

Not long after Hu Liena left.

Rakshasa God Bibi Dong composed her thoughts, turned her gaze back to Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo, and asked in a deep voice.

What she was asking about, naturally, was the matter of letting Tianfeng Douluo ascend to the Consecrated Hall.

Yet, in response to Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's authoritative tone.

Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo remained silent, though at that moment, powerful fluctuations of soul power began to swirl around them.

Clearly, they were using this prepared action to signal their answer.

"Heh..."

Noticing this, Rakshasa God Bibi Dong let out a cold laugh. "It seems the two Consecrated Elders refuse to shed tears until they see the coffin..."

However.

Before Rakshasa God Bibi Dong's words had even faded, she heard a cold, detached voice speak up. "I am also withdrawing from the Spirit Empire."

Hm?

This sudden voice immediately interrupted Bibi Dong's train of thought. She looked toward the sound in astonishment and saw Qian Renxue step forward, her gaze fixed directly on her as she spoke softly.

"What did you say?"

Bibi Dong thought she had misheard, her voice rising sharply.

"I said, I am withdrawing from the Spirit Empire."

Qian Renxue repeated herself, her tone devoid of any fluctuation.

Bibi Dong suspected she had heard wrong. "You want to withdraw from the Spirit Empire?"

"That is correct!"

With this repeated confirmation, not only Bibi Dong, but even the other Title Douluo, including Qianjun and Jiangmo, looked at Qian Renxue in shock, their eyes filled with confusion.

"Young Lady..."

"Shut up!"

Jiangmo Douluo wanted to say something, but he was immediately scolded by Qian Renxue and had no choice but to close his mouth.

"Do you know what you are saying?"

"Of course I do."

Rakshasa God Bibi Dong felt a surge of heat rush to her head, bringing with it a mild sense of dizziness.

What had she just heard?

Her own biological daughter, the successor of the Qian family, wanted to withdraw from the Spirit Empire?

"Are you trying to force my hand?"

"Think whatever you like."

Bibi Dong's chest heaved violently with anger.

This was her own daughter.

Previously.

To save her, this daughter had even been willing to risk the shattering of her godhood to withstand Asura God Tang San.

At that moment, Bibi Dong had felt a flicker of emotion.

She had believed that mother and daughter could finally stand on the same side and complete the grand ambition of unifying the continent together.

But now, Qian Renxue actually wanted to leave?

What was the meaning of this?

Did she think her own mother would harm her?

The reason she allowed Tianfeng Douluo to ascend into the Consecrated Hall was precisely to unify the Spirit Empire completely and subsequently launch a full-scale war to unify the entire continent, wasn't it?

What on earth was going through Qian Renxue's mind!?

"Young Lady, the Spirit Empire is the lifeblood of generations of the Qian family, you..."

Jiangmo Douluo could no longer watch and couldn't help but speak up.

However.

Before he could even finish his sentence, he was met with a cold, sharp glare from Qian Renxue. Instantly, the rest of his words died in his throat, and he swallowed them back in silence.

Did Qian Renxue really not know what Jiangmo Douluo was talking about?

Of course she knew!

But, so what if she knew?

Bibi Dong was now the only true god of the Spirit Empire, and her desire to have Tianfeng Douluo ascend to the Consecrated Hall to seize absolute authority was a direct threat to the very foundation of her Qian family.

If she stayed, what use was she other than to be a puppet?

Furthermore!

Bibi Dong's desire for control was too strong; she was headstrong and self-willed, unable to tolerate any dissenting voices.

As a puppet, she would be sidelined sooner or later anyway.

"Since you want to hold real power so badly, then I shall give it to you."

Seeing Qian Renxue speak in such a manner, Qianjun Douluo and Jiangmo Douluo exchanged a glance and, without hesitation, stepped forward in unison.

"We swear to follow the Young Master to the death."

Bibi Dong's face turned ashen, her nails digging deep into her palms until blood dripped down.

Chen Fan's resignation was at least somewhat understandable.

After all, the things Chen Fan had said back then had basically come to pass, yet with the recent incident involving the Teleportation Gate, wasn't there still a glimmer of hope?

Why be so petty about it?

But what was going on with this Qian Renxue?

"Stop!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, the pressure of the Rakshasa God descending with a boom.

In an instant.

Qian Renxue, Qianjun Douluo, and Jiangmo Douluo, who were about to leave, felt as if the air had turned into a viscous solid, rendering them unable to move even half a step.

"I could tolerate Chen Fan forcing my hand with a resignation."

"Are you, too, going to use a resignation to force me?"

Bibi Dong could not understand.

It was one thing for Chen Fan, an outsider, not to understand her grand ambition to unify the continent, but why couldn't her own daughter—the one for whom she would even sacrifice her godhood to save—understand her?

"I ask that Your Majesty the Empress let us pass."

However.

To Bibi Dong's words, Qian Renxue did not provide an answer, but instead said softly.

"You..."

Bibi Dong was so angry her face flushed red; she pointed at Qian Renxue, unable to utter a word for a long time.

Feeling the pressure dissipate.

Qian Renxue did not pay her any more mind; she took the two Consecrated elders and turned, gradually disappearing into the night.

The high platform fell into a deathly silence.

Tianfeng Douluo, Pufferfish Douluo, and the others kept their heads low, not daring to even breathe loudly.

To a certain extent, this could be considered Bibi Dong's family business.

They had all heard more or less about the relationship between Qian Renxue and Bibi Dong, so naturally, they did not dare to speak up or offer any opinions.

"Huu..."

A full two and a half minutes passed before Bibi Dong finally exhaled a long, turbid breath, her expression terrifyingly gloomy.

"Your Majesty the Empress, we..."

Seeing this, Tianfeng Douluo hurriedly stepped forward, wanting to say something.

But just then.

Hu Liena came running in, clutching a token and a letter. "Teacher..."

She opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but not knowing where to begin, she could only look on helplessly.

And Bibi Dong, the Rakshasa God, saw the Spirit Empire Elder Token in Hu Liena's hand at the very first glance.

The answer was self-evident...

"Did Chen Fan really resign?"

Bibi Dong's voice was hoarse.

Hu Liena nodded, bracing herself. "Teacher, this is his resignation letter and his token..."

Bang!

The exquisitely crafted Elder Token in Hu Liena's hand instantly turned to dust.

"Good! Very good!"

Bibi Dong laughed in her fury. "Leave! Everyone who wants to leave, get out!"

"Without that Chen Fan, without that Qian Renxue, my Spirit Empire can still sweep across the world!"