Bibi Dong's Anger! Ning Chen's Nightmare

"Yes, Your Holiness!" Chrysanthemum Douluo accepted the order without the slightest hesitation.

"Go."

Bibi Dong waved her hand as though she were shooing away flies.

Lingyuan and Chrysanthemum Douluo felt as if they had been granted amnesty and did not dare linger for even a moment.

Before leaving, Lingyuan gave Ning Chen, who was still standing there in a daze, a worried look filled with apology and confusion.

But in the end, she still did not dare say anything more. Following Chrysanthemum Douluo, she turned into a streak of light, and the two swiftly vanished beyond the horizon.

With their departure, only Ning Chen and Bibi Dong remained beneath the sky.

The atmosphere instantly became even more oppressive—and even more dangerous.

Ning Chen felt like a little lamb being watched by an apex predator. Every hair on his body stood on end.

He swallowed, his throat so dry it felt ready to smoke.

"Th-that... Teacher..."

He forced himself to smile, though it looked worse than crying, trying to break the suffocating silence.

"Congratulations, Teacher! Congratulations! Our Spirit Hall has gained another Titled Douluo. What a joyous occasion! Truly joyous..."

As Ning Chen spoke, he cursed himself bloody in his heart.

Damn it, why couldn't I keep my mouth shut?!

Wouldn't it have been better to play dead at a time like this? Why did I have to jump out and court death?!

Sure enough, the moment he spoke, Bibi Dong's gaze locked onto him.

That look was even more terrifying than when she had looked at Lingyuan earlier!

"Ning Chen."

Bibi Dong's voice was light and airy.

Ning Chen's body stiffened. He hurriedly stood at attention like an elementary school student waiting to be reprimanded by his teacher.

"This disciple is here!"

"You will go to Pope Hall immediately and wait for me."

Bibi Dong spoke each word slowly and clearly.

"Your teacher will personally inspect the results of your 'training' during this period."

She deliberately stressed the word "training." The mockery and anger in her tone were no longer concealed.

After saying that, she did not even wait for Ning Chen's response. Her figure flashed, and she vanished from the spot.

Only one ice-cold sentence remained, echoing through the air.

"If you're even one second late, bear the consequences yourself!"

Ning Chen: "..."

He blankly sensed the lingering, terrifying killing intent in the air, and his whole body went numb.

It was over.

I'm screwed.

This woman really wanted to kill me.

Ning Chen's mind had already begun conjuring the miserable image of himself being hung up and whipped viciously by Bibi Dong with a little leather whip dipped in chili water.

"Fuck! What kind of mess is this?!"

Ning Chen wanted to cry but had no tears. He raised his head and let out a long sigh.

I was the one who got hugged, and I was the one who enjoyed it. So why was I still the one taking the blame in the end?

A woman's mind was truly harder to fathom than a needle at the bottom of the sea!

But complaints aside, he did not dare delay.

Bibi Dong's words just now had absolutely not been a joke.

If he dared arrive late, his fate would definitely be worse than death.

"Damn it, fine! I'm going! Who's afraid of who?!"

Ning Chen gritted his teeth, and a stubborn streak rose within him.

Wasn't it just checking the results of his training?

I'm a level forty-nine Soul Ancestor now! What do I have to fear?!

At worst, I'll just get beaten up!

Eighteen years from now, I'll still be a fine man!

Ning Chen gave himself a burst of encouragement, then summoned the Emperor-Slaying Sword and charged toward Pope Hall at the fastest speed of his life, as though fleeing for his life.

He only hoped that crazy woman would go a little easier on him later.

At the very least... don't hit his face.

Pope Hall.

Magnificent, solemn, sacred.

The entire hall was built from enormous pure-white stones, radiating a holy glow beneath the sunlight.

Yet at this moment, the atmosphere inside the hall was extremely oppressive.

Bibi Dong sat alone upon the lofty papal throne that symbolized supreme authority.

The ornate scepter was no longer in her hand. In its place was an ancient iron sword, black from hilt to tip.

Her face was frosty, and rage burned in her violet eyes.

The scene from earlier kept replaying in her mind over and over, beyond her control.

That woman Lingyuan had actually... actually dared to press Ning Chen's entire body into her filthy breasts right in front of her!

And that brat Ning Chen had not only failed to resist, but had even... even shown an expression of enjoyment!

The moment Bibi Dong thought of Ning Chen's face being squeezed out of shape between those two huge, soft mounds...

The moment she thought of that smug smile on Lingyuan's seductive face, like she was declaring ownership...

Bibi Dong felt an unbearable pain in her heart, so painful she could barely breathe!

"Damn it!"

Bibi Dong clenched the iron sword in her hand tightly.

"This is utterly intolerable!"

Ning Chen had been raised by her own hands and taught by her own hands!

She absolutely would not allow it!

She absolutely would not allow anyone to take him away from her side!

Nor would she allow him to be led astray by a shameless, promiscuous woman like Lingyuan.

Other than having a fuller figure and knowing how to flaunt herself, what else did that woman have?

What gave her the right?!

What gave her the right to touch her disciple?!

The more Bibi Dong thought about it, the angrier she became. Her chest rose and fell violently as a savage killing intent burst uncontrollably from her body.

Crack!

A vicious crack instantly appeared across the armrest of the papal throne beneath her!

"Lingyuan... just you wait..."

"And you... Ning Chen..."

"You disappointing little brat!"

"Your teacher has treated you so well, yet you actually... actually dared to flirt around outside!"

"Looks like your teacher has treated you too well, making you forget who your master truly is!"

"Today, your teacher will make sure you learn this lesson well!"

Just as Bibi Dong's rage was about to reach its peak, a slightly breathless voice came from the entrance of the hall.

"Th-this disciple Ning Chen greets Teacher!"

Ning Chen had raced all the way here and finally arrived within the allotted time.

Standing in the center of the hall, he looked at the woman on the throne radiating a terrifying aura, his heart pounding nervously.

Damn, this aura...

It was a hundred times more terrifying than it had been in the sky!

Did this woman eat explosives or something? Why was she so furious?

Who the hell had provoked her?

Oh, seemed like it was me...

Never mind, then.

Ning Chen silently mourned for himself for three seconds, then braced himself to face the coming storm.

"Hmph."

Bibi Dong snorted coldly from the throne.

She slowly rose from the throne and descended the steps one by one.

With every step she took, her aura rose another notch.

By the time she stood before Ning Chen, that terrifying pressure had made his legs go weak, and he could barely remain standing.

"Enough nonsense."

Bibi Dong looked down at him and spoke coldly.

"Let's begin."

"Huh? Begin what?" Ning Chen asked instinctively.

"Training, of course!"

Before Bibi Dong had even finished speaking, the black iron sword in her hand had already become an afterimage, stabbing straight toward Ning Chen's chest!

This sword strike was incomparably fast! And incomparably ruthless!

There was not even a trace of soul power infused into the blade. It relied entirely on pure physical strength and swordsmanship.

Yet Ning Chen sensed an unprecedented aura of danger from this strike...