Bibi Dong Wants to Take Me as Her Disciple

Such cold eyes!

There wasn't the slightest ripple of emotion in them.

It was as if nothing under heaven could shake those icy eyes.

How old was he?

Was he even twelve?

To possess such firm, cold resolve at such a young age was unbelievable.

She had seen all kinds of children his age, yet not a single one of them had a will that could reach this level.

Especially that faintly discernible killing intent on him—pure and sharp.

Could the killing intent she had sensed just now have come from him?

One had to know, to possess such pure, sharp killing intent, who knew how many people he would have had to kill.

It was easy to imagine just how much blood debt this brat's hands had been stained with.

It was hard to picture.

"Brat, what is your name?"

Bibi Dong slowly walked up to Chu Hao and asked with considerable interest.

"Chu Hao!" Chu Hao replied coldly.

Bibi Dong was very satisfied with Chu Hao's behavior.

What a cold little boy.

He suited her tastes.

"Who brought you here?" Bibi Dong asked next.

"Your Highness, it was Her Highness Qian Renxue who had this subordinate bring him here."

Seeing Bibi Dong ask, Du Feng did not wait for Chu Hao to answer and hurriedly explained on his own initiative.

By now, his forehead was already covered in sweat.

If Bibi Dong also took a fancy to Chu Hao and wanted to take him away, what was he supposed to do?

He couldn't very well keep going against her.

This was Bibi Dong, their Supreme Pontiff, not Yue Guan.

Even Qian Renxue had to swallow her anger in front of her, let alone him.

Right now, he could only hope Bibi Dong would show some regard for Qian Renxue and not make things too difficult for them.

"Oh? It was Xue'er who had you bring him back?"

"Not bad. She still has some filial piety, knowing to select a disciple for me."

"Du Feng, you may return and report now."

"From now on, this boy is my disciple."

How could Bibi Dong fail to hear Du Feng's implied meaning? She simply chose to ignore it.

It had not been easy to encounter a disciple with firm resolve and an icy temperament who suited her tastes. Naturally, she would not let him go.

"Your Highness, this..."

The moment Du Feng heard that, he completely panicked.

If Chu Hao was taken away by Bibi Dong, even if he did not die, he would still lose a layer of skin.

As for Yue Guan, his face was full of helplessness.

Sure enough, outstanding geniuses were always hot commodities.

It seemed this boy had no fate with him.

"Mm? Is there something inappropriate?"

Seeing that he still wanted to say something, Bibi Dong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly.

In an instant, a vast pressure of soul power came sweeping in like an overwhelming tide, crushing down without restraint.

It was as if that pressure had eyes. Chu Hao and Yue Guan were not affected much; they merely felt their shoulders sink.

But Du Feng was different. He felt as if a giant hand had seized him tightly in its palm, continuously squeezing his body, leaving him unable to breathe for a moment.

He could even hear the "creak, creak" of his bones being crushed under endless pressure.

Only now did he truly realize just how terrifying their Supreme Pontiff's strength was.

"Since you have nothing to say, I will take him away."

Bibi Dong cast Du Feng a cold glance, then turned and left.

At the same time, a gentle force surged around Chu Hao, completely enveloping him and suspending him in midair as he followed her away.

This showed just how formidable Bibi Dong's control over soul power was.

Du Feng watched Chu Hao being taken away by Bibi Dong, his eyes filled with unwillingness and frustration.

It was not that he did not want to speak, but that he could not speak.

Bibi Dong's power had completely seized his throat, leaving him unable to make even the slightest sound. He could only watch helplessly as Chu Hao was taken away.

That feeling of having grievances but being unable to voice them was truly unbearable, truly stifling.

"Trash!"

After Bibi Dong left with Chu Hao, Yue Guan slowly rose to his feet, shot Du Feng a contemptuous look, then turned and walked away.

That word, "trash," carried endless mockery.

When Du Feng saw this, his eyes filled with coldness.

If not for his appearance, Chu Hao would never have fallen into Bibi Dong's hands.

He swore that if one day he broke through to the realm of Title Douluo, he would make him pay it back a hundredfold.

Now, perhaps all he could do was find Qian Daoliu and see whether he could get Chu Hao back.

"Chu Hao, do you know who I am?"

Bibi Dong brought Chu Hao all the way to the Pope's Palace, seated herself upon the lofty pope's chair, and looked down at him from above.

"I know!" Chu Hao replied coldly.

The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth curved faintly, and she asked, "Are you willing to take me as your master?"

"Yes!" Chu Hao answered without the slightest hesitation.

"Oh? You answered rather readily."

"Do you not want to take Qian Daoliu as your master?"

Bibi Dong was rather surprised by Chu Hao's answer.

Although she was the pope and her reputation was known far and wide, at present, when it came to strength, Qian Daoliu was still a step above her.

Qian Renxue had Du Feng bring him here. Without question, she wanted Qian Daoliu to accept him as a disciple, or at least guide his cultivation.

But Bibi Dong had cut in first.

Was this boy not afraid of offending Qian Renxue and Qian Daoliu by taking me as his master?

This was what she was most curious about.

"He isn't suitable for me," Chu Hao said coldly.

"Not suitable for you? Then am I suitable for you?" Bibi Dong said with a smile.

She was very satisfied with Chu Hao's answer.

Indeed, Qian Daoliu's method of cultivation did not suit him.

"You are," Chu Hao replied.

"Why?" Bibi Dong asked curiously.

She very much wanted to know how Chu Hao had determined that she was the most suitable choice.

"Because you have what I want."

Chu Hao's eyes narrowed slightly, and a towering killing intent erupted from his body, gradually enveloping Bibi Dong.

Sensing it, Bibi Dong was both shocked and delighted.

It seemed she had still underestimated this fellow's aptitude.

Such terrifying killing intent was rarely seen in the world. Even her deeply hidden Killing God Domain produced a trace of resonance.

"Hahaha, good. You do have insight."

"Chu Hao, I'm taking you as my disciple for certain."

"Come, release your martial soul!"

Bibi Dong was very satisfied with Chu Hao's performance. Cold, proud, neither servile nor overbearing—he was a fine seedling with the potential to become an unrivaled powerhouse.

Hearing this, Chu Hao summoned his martial soul without hesitation.

He knew that Bibi Dong was checking his talent.

The stronger his aptitude was, the better the treatment he would receive in the future.

Endless killing aura surged out from within him, gradually enveloping the entire Pope's Palace.

After the killing aura climbed to its peak, the Hades Sword appeared in his hand.

In an instant, a terrifying evil power gushed out from the Hades Sword.

That power made Bibi Dong feel pressure, and even affected her Rakshasa Mark.

One had to know that the Rakshasa Mark was something she had obtained after entering the Rakshasa Secret Realm and beginning the Rakshasa Nine Trials. It contained a trace of the Rakshasa God's source power.

Since even the Rakshasa Mark had been affected, one could well imagine just how powerful Chu Hao's martial soul truly was.

Even the Clear Sky Hammer, known as the number one tool martial soul on Douluo Continent, probably could not compare to even half of it before this.

And just as Bibi Dong was reeling from the shock, the next scene shook her even more deeply.

Three soul rings—two purple and one black—spiraled out from the Hades Sword, releasing a dazzling radiance.

A thousand-year ring for his first ring!

A ten-thousand-year ring for his third!

This soul ring configuration was far too terrifying.

How on earth had he done it?