Bibi Dong's Hatred (First Update)

The moment she sensed the aura of the Qian Daoliu Angel, humiliating memories flooded Bibi Dong's mind. Her fingertips clenched tightly, causing the gem on the Pope's Scepter to tremble slightly. Her eyes turned crimson, and hatred instantly transformed into a surging sea of blood.

"It's you again... Qian Daoliu..."

Suppressed whispers escaped her lips as years of pent-up hatred suddenly broke free of all restraints. In this hall bathed in Angel Divine Light, the two spider Martial Soul within her stirred restlessly.

A thick, purplish-black fog rose wildly from beneath her skirt, unleashing the malevolent aura of the Death Spider Emperor and the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor. Dark demonic patterns snaked up her fair skin, tracing lines across her face and neck. A gigantic spider phantom slowly emerged behind her, its eight massive, barbed legs appearing and disappearing within the black fog. A chilling, malevolent aura swept through the entire Papal Hall, even casting a dark, deathly ash veil over the purple-gold pillars within.

Viewed from one side, she resembled Evil God suppressed within the Papal Hall.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her lips trembled slightly, and she squeezed out each curse word.

"Qian Daoliu! You hypocritical old bastard!"

"Your Angel Clan should be exterminated!"

Accompanied by a vicious curse, powerful Soul Power surged within the hall.

Just then, a power far more sacred and majestic than Qian Daoliu's, a force of divine judgment, came from afar, instantly disturbing Bibi Dong's heart, which was originally filled with hatred.

"This is... the aura of Angel God! What's going on? How can there be the aura of Deity?" As the inheritor of Deity's power, she was extremely sensitive to Divine Power.

"It doesn't matter, she's just a hypocritical god anyway!" Bibi Dong also had no good feelings towards the Angel God. After all, she had even bestowed Divine Grace upon that man's child, designating him as the heir.

"Nausea!"

Just as he was venting his anger, Qian Daoliu's voice rang out, "Today, as the Great Enshrined of the Spirit Hall, I, Qian Daoliu, hereby bestow upon Jiang Baiyu the title of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall!"

Upon hearing Qian Daoliu's words, Bibi Dong couldn't hold back any longer. She abruptly stood up, slamming her scepter to the ground. An evil aura raged as she shouted in the hall, "Qian Daoliu, you old bastard! I never expected that your grandson-in-law would arrive and immediately bestow upon him the Holy Son of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall! What, do you think I, the Pope, am just a figurehead? Why can you tolerate Jiang Baiyu but not Yu Xiaogang!"

"Does this mean that I will be deposed Pope after this?!"

Purple mist churned, and countless faint wails echoed within the evil aura of her Martial Soul. Her Soul Power trembled violently, and her hair flew wildly in disarray.

"I curse you! I curse the Angel Inheritance you so cherish to be severed!"

"I curse you, the radiance of the Angel God, to vanish! May the faith in the Angel God utterly decay and collapse!"

"The glory of your Angel Clan will one day be trampled upon and scorned!"

"And all those favored by your angels will fall into an endless abyss, suffering endless torment!"

She unleashed her Soul Power recklessly within the main hall, the air inside was icy cold, evil intent permeated the surroundings, and she uttered a vicious curse.

At that moment, a faint wisp of pure Angel God drifted in through the crack in the temple door.

Yue Guan looked at the person who had just arrived and slowly bowed, "Greetings, Great Enshrined."

Qian Daoliu saw the two people at the door, but showed no expression. He simply pushed open the door of the Papal Hall and led the group away.

Seeing that he was being ignored, Yue Guan slowly exhaled. After all, he and Gui Mei had gone with Qian Xunji to chase after Tang Hao. Facing four Title Douluo, Tang Hao not only escaped but also gave away the son of his own Great Enshrined. Although Qian Daoliu did not punish the two of them, they could not go to the Worship Hall to cause trouble. They could only assist Bibi Dong in the Papal Hall.

At this moment, Bibi Dong sat on the highest Pope throne, her body covered in a golden robe. Her face was exquisitely beautiful yet cold. Looking at the group of people who walked in, she slowly spoke, "Qian Daoliu, you came here just to get a Holy Son position for your grandson-in-law. You're really willing to go to such lengths." As soon as she saw Qian Daoliu, she made no attempt to hide her sarcasm.

Sensing the presence of the group, Bibi Dong, seated on her throne, suddenly tightened her grip. The calm and indifferent expression on her face instantly darkened, her eyes filled with a chilling coldness and a deep-seated hatred.

Angel God ...

It's that damned aura of the Angel God again!

The evil thoughts that had just been stirred within her reignited instantly. Humiliation, hatred, fear, resentment—countless suppressed negative emotions surged and raged wildly in her heart. She slowly lowered her head to conceal her disgust. When she looked up again, a flash of madness crossed her eyes, leaving only a cold indifference.

"The Great Enshrined personally came to see me, just for the position of Holy Son?" she asked slowly, looking at the group of people who had arrived.

A newly Title Douluo old man, a little fellow exuding an aura of Angel God favor, and her daughter who looked up and peeked out, bearing the same aura as that person—the malice in her eyes was impossible to conceal.

Qian Daoliu spoke slowly, his posture upright and his demeanor as Demigod calm and unhurried. He looked directly at Bibi Dong on the throne, his tone flat but full of weight.

"Pope."

"Just now in the Worship Hall, Jiang Baiyu and Xue'er's Martial Soul resonated, triggering the Angel God Statue to bestow blessings upon the world."

"This child has gained the approval of the Angel God; his talent is unparalleled throughout history. Therefore, in the name of the Great Enshrined, I verbally bestow upon Jiang Baiyu the title of Holy Son of the Spirit Hall. I have come today so that even your Papal Hall may know of this."

With a single, simple sentence, he sealed Jiang Baiyu's position in the Spirit Hall. No discussion or Pope's approval was needed; it was more of a notification than a discussion.

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, her eyes blazing with hatred. "No, now is not the time to turn against this old man."

Jiang Baiyu stood upright, bowed his head, and greeted His Holiness the Pope with utmost respect, "Jiang Baiyu greets His Holiness the Pope."

From her high position, Bibi Dong lowered her gaze slightly, concealing the shadows in her eyes.

That fresh, pure Angel God, imbued with the fusion of two gods, remained firmly anchored in her perception.

It's too bright.

Too bright!

Qian Daoliu the aura of an ancient angel, Qian Renxue has the orthodox Angel Bloodline, and now there is another— Jiang Baiyu, an outsider, who carries the Angel God and has been conferred the title of Holy Son!

Angel God! It's an angel again!

She suffered endless torment, defilement, and control from the angelic lineage, while Xiao Gang was like a stray dog, thrown out directly.

Yet this unrelated outsider was able to easily receive Divine Grace and be crowned Holy Son!

On what grounds?!

His heart was already seething with rage, but Bibi Dong.

She slowly rose, her golden robe trailing on the ground, a perfectly timed faint smile appearing on her exquisitely beautiful yet icy face, exuding majesty, elegance, and impeccable grace.

"I see."

Her voice was cool and calm, revealing no emotion whatsoever.

"To be able to invoke the blessing of the Angel God Statue, this kid's talent is truly astonishing."

"The Great Enshrined discerning eyes and has personally bestowed the title, so our Papal Hall naturally recognizes this newly Holy Son."

Her gaze fell on Jiang Baiyu, seemingly approving, but a faint, chilling killing intent flashed deep in her eyes.

A little guy with exceptional talent, capable of drawing upon the divinity of Angel God.

That's so unfair.

It's too much of an eyesore.

In the future, if he fully matures, he will surely become the sharpest sword in the angel lineage, completely solidifying his position in the Angel Clan.

She couldn't let them live! She screamed in her heart!

But she was extremely patient, her smile gentle, her tone composed:

"From this day forward, you will be the Holy Son of the Spirit Hall, the highest-ranking member of the Spirit Hall's younger generation. The Papal Hall will grant you access to all corresponding resources, cultivation Secret Realm, and scriptures."

Seeing Bibi Dong's cooperation, Qian Daoliu smiled faintly and pointed to Su Wu, "This one, the former Little Medicine King, Su Wu, has now been Title Douluo, the Title Douluo of Jade. You should inform her as well."

Suppressing her overwhelming hatred, Bibi Dong spoke, "Alright."