When Bibi Dong heard the conversation outside, her body went rigid, and her expression turned dazed.
"Your Holiness, the Seventh Worship has a point."
"We all know what you did. Bibi Dong must hate you to the marrow of her bones."
"Keeping her alive will surely invite disaster. Rather than hesitate and wait for her to grow stronger..."
"It would be better to strike first, kill her outright, and cut off all future trouble at the root!"
None of the Spirit Hall's Titled Douluo were pushovers. They had all followed Qian Daoliu into battle across the continent.
Back then, they had killed no small number of enemies to uphold the Spirit Hall's authority.
Now, a mere Bibi Dong was hardly worth their hesitation.
"This is my business. I'll handle it, and I'll go explain things to Father myself."
"None of you are to act recklessly!"
"If you dare touch a single hair on Bibi Dong's head, don't blame me for showing no mercy."
Qian Xunji was torn inside, but his words remained firm as he defended Bibi Dong.
Just as he once had.
"Hmph. Your Holiness, the Great Enshrined knows we came here today."
"He said nothing. That alone is enough to make his stance on Bibi Dong clear."
"Your Holiness, I watched you grow up, too. You have a kind nature."
"If you can't bring yourself to do it, that's fine. You have us. We'll help you."
The Second Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, exchanged a look with the other Worships.
The other Worships nodded and stepped forward, preparing to enter the room, kill Bibi Dong, and take Qian Renxue away.
"Is... is all of this true?!"
"B-but why wasn't I killed back then?"
Bibi Dong hid behind the door, listening to the Worships' conversation. For some reason, fear stirred