Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu Nearly Came to Blows Over Chu Hao

"Forcing him to acknowledge you as his master?"

"Qian Daoliu, there has to be evidence for everything."

"I did not force him to become my disciple. It was entirely voluntary."

Bibi Dong felt the pressure radiating from Qian Daoliu, but she showed no fear at all and shot right back.

In terms of spirit power rank, she was also rank ninety-nine. It was just that, due to the restrictions of the Rakshasa Nine Trials, she could only display the strength of rank ninety-eight.

But with Rakshasa divine power aiding her, as well as the support of twin martial souls, even if she could not beat Qian Daoliu, she could still remain undefeated.

If Qian Daoliu insisted on making a move, she was not afraid either.

At worst, they would tear off all pretense.

She wanted to see just how far Qian Daoliu could push her.

Which was more important: Martial Soul Hall's foundation built over so many years, or Chu Hao?

Qian Daoliu felt Bibi Dong's forcefulness, and his brows tightened.

He had not expected that after so many years, Bibi Dong had already fully matured to the point that she dared talk back to him.

It seemed this would be a little troublesome.

"Heh, voluntary, you say. If you had not taken him away and revealed your identity, would he have willingly acknowledged you as his master?"

"How is that any different from coercion?"

"Bibi Dong, do not think I do not know what you are thinking."

"If the one this child had met from the very beginning was me, do you think he would still have taken you as his master?"

"Ridiculous!"

"Be sensible and hand this child over. I will not lower myself to argue with you."

Qian Daoliu disdained Bibi Dong's explanation.

In his eyes, once Bibi Dong took Chu Hao away, all she had to do was reveal her identity and display the slightest bit of strength, and it would be enough for him to willingly take her as his master.

After all, the status of the Pope's disciple was exceedingly lofty.

This was truly not much different from coercion.

No, to be more precise, it should be called temptation with benefits.

In order to pressure Bibi Dong, Qian Daoliu directly summoned his Angel Martial Soul, erupting with a sacred and terrifying pressure of spirit power.

The moment nine spirit rings—black, black, black, black, black, black, black, black, and red—fully appeared, the pressure Qian Daoliu released reached its peak.

"Qian Daoliu, do you really think I am afraid of you?"

Feeling Qian Daoliu's threat, Bibi Dong was furious!

Wasn't it just a fight?

Bring it on!

I will take it all.

Bibi Dong acted the moment she said it, directly summoning her first martial soul, the Death Spider.

Nine spirit rings—yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black, and red—also bloomed at that instant, releasing a terrifying aura of death.

For a time, the entire Martial Soul Hall was shrouded in the spirit power pressure of Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

Anyone below the rank of Spirit Sage was crushed by these two waves of pressure until they could not straighten up, lying on the ground and trembling.

As for the bishops at the ranks of Spirit Sage and Spirit Douluo, none dared make a sound, their eyes filled with shock and terror.

Meanwhile, the elders and worshipers cultivating in seclusion in Elder Hall sensed these two auras and thought a great enemy had arrived. One after another, they emerged from seclusion and rushed over.

But when the elders and worshipers arrived at the scene and saw Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu confronting each other, they froze on the spot.

Holy shit!

What was going on?

The Pope and the Grand Worshiper were about to fight.

They were all on the same side. What problem could not be resolved?

Did they really have to fight inside the hall?

If they truly started fighting, who were they supposed to help?

And what about the common people and soul masters in Spirit City?

At this moment, the elders and worshipers, not knowing what to do, all looked toward the old man dressed in a golden robe with silver embroidery.

Here, only this Second Worshiper, Golden Crocodile Douluo, who possessed rank ninety-eight spirit power and whose strength was second only to Qian Daoliu, was qualified to step forward and advise them.

No, it should be said that only he could fully withstand the pressure erupting from Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

Golden Crocodile Douluo glanced at the elders and worshipers looking his way, then calmly walked between the two of them.

He knew that in this situation, only he could stop a tragedy from happening.

"Grand Worship, Your Holiness, are you trying to destroy Martial Soul Hall in one stroke?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo withstood the full pressure from both of them and spoke in an aged, low voice.

And those words of his contained boundless power, shaking deep into the hearts of the two of them.

Only after Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu heard him did they rein in their impulses somewhat and slowly withdraw their martial souls.

All the elders and worships present let out a breath of relief at the sight.

The Second Worship still had clout.

"Speak. What exactly is going on?"

Seeing that the two of them had calmed down, Golden Crocodile Douluo asked in a low voice.

Although his authority was not higher than Bibi Dong's or Qian Daoliu's, he was senior and highly respected.

Since the two of them had already shown signs of coming to blows just now, then as the most senior worship, he ought to take the responsibility upon himself.

"It's nothing. All of you, withdraw!"

Qian Daoliu glanced at the grave-faced Golden Crocodile Douluo, knowing he had been impulsive just now. Without explaining the reason, he had everyone leave.

"Very well!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo looked at Qian Daoliu's now-calm eyes, nodded, then left with heavy steps.

Because he knew the two of them would not fight again.

But before he left, he did not forget to glance at Chu Hao in Bibi Dong's arms.

For some reason, he kept feeling that this matter had something to do with this boy.

The elders and worships stared at Golden Crocodile Douluo as he left, dazed for a moment.

After exchanging glances, they left one after another as well.

Since even Golden Crocodile Douluo had gone, why would they still stay here? To ask for trouble?

They had better hurry up and leave.

"Qian Daoliu, do you think this will solve the problem?"

"Since you believe I forced him to become my disciple."

"Then why don't we wait together for him to wake up, and you can ask him yourself."

"If he is willing to go with you, I absolutely won't stop him."

"But if he is willing to follow me, you cannot force him either."

"How about it?"

Seeing that all the elders and worships had left, Bibi Dong frankly stated the best solution.

Because she did not want to completely fall out with Qian Daoliu either, much less let the matter spiral beyond control.

For both her and Martial Soul Hall, that would bring only harm and no benefit. It would not be worth the loss.

On this point, she believed Qian Daoliu, now that he had calmed down, understood very clearly as well.

After all, the current Martial Soul Hall still needed her.

"Fine!"

When Qian Daoliu heard her words, he agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Only because this was the best solution.

"Then we'll go to the Pope's Palace together and wait for him to wake up."

Seeing Qian Daoliu agree, Bibi Dong carried Chu Hao and turned to leave, while Qian Daoliu flew off directly.

By the time Bibi Dong returned to the Pope's Palace with Chu Hao in her arms, Qian Daoliu was already waiting there.

After glancing at him, Bibi Dong carried Chu Hao to the pope's chair.

Just like that, the two highest authorities of Martial Soul Hall silently kept watch beside Chu Hao.

Under heaven, the only person who could probably enjoy such treatment was Chu Hao alone.

No one knew how much time had passed before Chu Hao finally woke up.

When he woke and saw Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu, a trace of helplessness appeared in his icy eyes.

With one look at this setup, he knew what was about to happen next.

"Little friend, what is your name?"

Seeing Chu Hao wake up, Qian Daoliu stepped forward and asked. His tone was extremely gentle, without the slightest sense of superiority.

Clearly, he wanted to leave a good impression in Chu Hao's heart.

"Chu Hao!"

Chu Hao looked at the exceptionally friendly Qian Daoliu and answered coldly.

"Mm, that's a good name."

"Chu Hao, I am Qian Daoliu, the Grand Worship of Martial Soul Hall, and also Qian Renxue's grandfather."

"Xue'er had Du Feng bring you here because she wanted me to take you as my disciple."

"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

Qian Daoliu was afraid Bibi Dong would speak first and seize the advantage, so he hurriedly stated his identity and made clear his intention to take him as a disciple.

"Sorry!"

"You're too late!"