You Like Your Master, or Do You Like... This Little Girl?

Dugu Yan's deep, cold, purple vertical pupils narrowed instantly, like a venomous snake Lock-On its prey.

The confusion deep in his eyes and the sense of loss of control after gaining power were replaced by a more dangerous and intense emotion—a burning fighting spirit ignited after being Taunt and a rebellious mentality of "I'll make sure you don't get your way!"

The blush that rose on her alabaster cheeks from excitement and anger created a striking contrast with her eerie purple eyes and icy snake-like hair.

The enormous purple serpent's tail thumped the ground impatiently, shattering the hard rock like a crisp biscuit.

"Snort!"

A cold, strangely echoing hum, like ice shattering, shattered the warm yet tense atmosphere in the valley.

Dugu Yan raised her head, which was made of snake hair and was both eerie and noble. Her purple eyes stared directly at Bibi Dong without flinching, and even with a hint of deliberate Taunt.

Her enormous snake tail slid gracefully and slowly, taking a few steps closer to Lin Xia and Bibi Dong, each step carrying a silent pressure.

"Your His Holiness the Pope Harvest great harvest; congratulations!"

Her voice no longer trembled or sounded awkward; it became like ice and jade clashing, possessing a natural Charm and a cold magnetism. The content of her words was congratulations, but the tone carried a completely different meaning.

"However, Xiao Xia's concern is truly... enviable."

Dugu Yan's gaze deliberately lingered on the words "extremely envious," her purple eyes sweeping across Lin Xia, who was being held tightly in Bibi Dong's arms, her gaze burning with resentment and a fierce determination.

Bibi Dong tightened her embrace around Lin Xia instantly, the girlish smugness in her purple eyes quickly fading, replaced by the coldness of Pope and a deeper possessiveness.

An invisible pressure of Soul Power began to permeate the air, and the chilling aura of the Death Spider Emperor and the icy poison of Medusa clashed and struggled silently.

Caught in the eye of the storm, Lin Xia felt her master's arms tighten suddenly and felt the burning, almost tangible gaze of Sister Yanzi opposite her, and her scalp tingled.

He instinctively tried to look up at his master's expression, but was instead pulled even closer into a warm embrace.

He wanted to turn and look at Sister Yanzi, but he could almost feel the piercing gaze shooting from her purple vertical pupils...

Just as tensions were running high and the air seemed about to explode, a gasp filled with extreme fear and almost distorted intonation suddenly rang out, breaking the deathly silence.

"Hiss--!"

When his granddaughter uttered the words "I'm so envious," Dugu Bo's face completely lost the rosy glow of joy he had just experienced after breaking through to level 95, instantly turning into a deathly pale color!

His eyes were so wide they almost popped out of their sockets, his bright green pupils shrank to pinpoints, filled with boundless fear and a sense of utter despair as if the sky were falling and the earth were collapsing!

He felt as if his scalp was being pierced by thousands of ice needles, or as if he had been thrown into a scorching Yang Spring and boiled. His whole body was numb!

My little darling! My Yanyan!

Dugu Bo's heart was roaring wildly, as if he were Stomp ten thousand ten- Ten-Thousand-Year Soul Beast.

"What... what are you doing?! Have you lost your mind?! Who is that?! That's Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall! She's someone even your grandpa, who just broke through to level 95, finds unfathomable! She's someone who could wipe out the Dugu Family with a flick of her finger!"

He was just moments ago immersed in the immense joy of his increased power and his granddaughter's bright future, and was even moved to tears by the more suitable Nine Nether Earth-Heart Lotus bestowed upon him by Lin Xia.

But in the blink of an eye, his precious granddaughter, who had just undergone a mythical transformation, dared to "fire" at the Pope in that sarcastic tone?

And they even openly and Taunt "envied" the person in the Pope's arms?

'Stealing a man? The Pope's man?!'

Dugu Bo felt as if his worldview and heart had shattered together.

'Lin Xia, the Holy Son?! My God! Yan Yan, you... you evolved your martial soul into Medusa, how come you also evolved away all your reason and awe?! Did this courage grow along with your snake hair?! It's even more poisonous than the Azure Phosphorous Serpent King's venom!'

What terrified Dugu Bo even more was that, faced with such a blatant Taunt that was almost an insult to the Pope's dignity, Bibi Dong did not immediately crush Dugu Yan into dust!

This unusual restraint, in Dugu Bo's view, was more terrifying than a fit of rage!

What does this mean?

Does this mean the Pope's anger has reached its peak and is about to erupt into a devastating attack?

Or perhaps... the Pope's concern for the Holy Son has surpassed the threshold of offending her own dignity, causing her to retain a... strange "restraint" even at this moment?

A chill ran through Dugu Bo's entire body. He wanted to rush forward and cover his granddaughter's mouth, and he wanted to kneel down and beg for mercy, but he was pinned to the spot by the two opposing terrifying auras and could not move a single finger.

He could only stand frozen in place like a tattered rag doll battered by wind and rain, his face displaying a complex array of expressions—despair, terror, pleading, bewilderment, and a hint of desolation, as if "my Dugu Family is about to end."

Lin Xia, who was tightly held in Bibi Dong's arms, was in even more agony.

He felt his bones creaking, and his nose was filled with the cool, lingering fragrance of his master, a blend of the scent of Aromatic Silk Beauty, and the possessive, destructive aura that enveloped him as if it were a tangible thing.

At the same time, he could clearly feel the scorching gaze from Dugu Yan's purple vertical pupils on the other side, a gaze so intense it seemed to burn two holes in him. That gaze was filled with resentment, stubbornness, and a hint of the domineering, unquestionable "I must have what I want" characteristic of the newly born Medusa Queen.

He felt as if he were being roasted directly above the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well, with Abyss extreme cold on one side and a hell of lava on the other.

In this suffocating silence, Bibi Dong lowered her head.

Her purple eyes no longer looked at Dugu Yan, but were firmly Lock-On on Lin Xia's eyes in her arms.

His gaze was as deep as a black hole in the universe, churning with emotions of extreme complexity.

Anger at being offended, a chilling murderous intent toward Dugu Yan, an absolute possessiveness toward Lin Xia, and... a trace of anxiety arising from the struggle that she herself was not fully aware of.

Her voice rang out, no longer the Pope's majesty, nor the master's gentleness, but a strange, trembling tone, as if it were coming from beneath Ice Seal lake, a direct and incisive interrogation.

"Xiao Xia."

Two words, yet they carry a weight heavier than Qian Jun.

"You say!"

Bibi Dong's fingertips tightened unconsciously, almost digging into the flesh of Lin Xia's arm. Her voice was extremely low, only audible to the two of them, yet it carried an Infiltrator power that could destroy everything.

"Do you prefer your master, or... this little girl?"

These words struck like a thunderbolt from the heavens, hitting the hearts of everyone present hard!