The wind carried an inescapably heavy stench of blood as it swept brutally through the forest ruins.
Every living creature present had suppressed their breathing to the faintest possible degree.
Snake Lance Douluo's palm was covered in clammy cold sweat.
The knuckles around his grip on the Purple Azure Serpent Spear were stretched so tight they ached.
Beside him, every poisonous spine on Porcupinefish Douluo's body stood half-raised, his muscles taut like a fully drawn bowstring.
Standing to the left and right like guardian deities, they were ready to fight at any moment.
Ghost Leopard, Demon Bear, Sea Turtle, and Flame Eagle, the four Spirit Hall elders, had also silently raised their Soul Power to its peak.
The four veteran Titled Douluo did not even dare blink carelessly, staring intently at every movement below.
They were waiting.
The moment Her Holiness the Pope gave the order,
the four of them would swarm forward like starving wolves and launch the cruelest siege.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense.
Everyone knew perfectly well that this extraordinarily strange meeting between mother and daughter would never end peacefully.
They could turn on each other the very next second.
For all anyone knew, they might fight until the core region of the Star Dou Great Forest was flattened.
Bibi Dong stood alone in lofty silence.
Her wide black robes snapped loudly in the night wind.
She lowered her icy gaze and looked deeply at the red-haired, arrogant "Qian Renxue" below.
Within those eyes, capable of seeing through the human heart, scrutiny, suspicion, and a trace of curiosity she herself had not noticed intertwined.
Her thin lips parted, without the slightest trace of human warmth.
"I'll give you a quarter of an hour."
Those five utterly calm words drifted through the night with exceptional clarity.
"Within a