The moment Bibi Dong made her move, a golden light flashed before Qian Renxue, blocking her path.
The Angel Holy Sword radiated a dense sacred aura, completely warding off Bibi Dong's pressure.
"Get lost!"
Looking at the Angel Holy Sword firmly blocking her way, Bibi Dong felt utterly annoyed. She despised everything related to the Angel Clan, and this Holy Sword brimming with sacred light disgusted her just as much.
"Bibi Dong, sit properly in the Pope's seat. I just wonder how much longer you'll be able to keep sitting there."
Qian Renxue showed no anger. She merely smiled at Bibi Dong, whose expression had darkened to the extreme, and spoke in an exceptionally calm tone.
"I am the Pope. How much longer I remain Pope is not something a rebellious daughter like you can discuss. Don't think that just because Qian Daoliu gave you the Angel Holy Sword, you can act arrogantly before me. It isn't as though I have no means of teaching you a lesson."
Bibi Dong snorted coldly as she stirred the aura of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.
The instant she sensed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Qian Renxue's face darkened, before a trace of surprise appeared in her eyes.
From her grandfather, Qian Renxue had long known that Bibi Dong had a god backing her as well—an evil god.
The Angel God represented light and holiness, while the one behind Bibi Dong was an evil god. In Qian Renxue's eyes, even if they were mother and daughter, they were destined to stand on opposing sides in the future. That was why she had come fully prepared this time and had deliberately brought the Angel Holy Sword with her.
"A lesson? Go ahead and try."
"It was I who permitted them to attack Hu Liena and the