Let the Young Handle the Broken Engagement; the Star Luo Emperor's Shock

"Your Holiness, are we going to war with the Star Luo Empire?"

Pufferfish sent a telepathic message to Bibi Dong.

"Use your head!"

Bibi Dong shook her head coldly.

"Don't forget why we came to the Star Luo Empire."

"Oh, right. We came to take Zhu Zhuqing away. We're not prepared to go to war with the Star Luo Empire!"

Pufferfish finally understood.

Whoosh...

Bibi Dong flashed in front of Fang Fan.

The pressure of a Peak Douluo's Soul Power instantly covered everything within a thousand meters. Even Dai Yutian's expression changed drastically.

Zhu Dashuai dropped to his knees and stared in disbelief at the breathtaking woman with her commanding presence.

He froze in terror.

"Y-Your Holiness! You..."

"Quiet! Since you don't want your daughter, she can marry my disciple!"

"But Qing'er is engaged to Dai Mubai!"

Zhu Dashuai sounded shocked and helpless.

"I wasn't asking you!"

Bibi Dong's voice turned cold. Then she turned to Zhu Zhuqing.

"Are you willing to marry my disciple?"

"Uh... I..."

Zhu Zhuqing froze. The pope of Spirit Hall had come to the Zhu Family for her—

She had never expected that.

She turned toward the handsome young man beside her.

He had just saved her twice.

He had also avenged Xiao Hong by killing Zhu Xiaolie and Chen Li.

She could still picture that dazzling sword strike.

She owed him so much!

But should she really marry him?

Her mother had taught her from childhood to repay kindness.

A person had to be loyal and grateful. Someone without either quality wasn't worth knowing!

She looked Fang Fan up and down. He was tall and handsome, gifted, and even considerate.

Truthfully, she felt a little drawn to him.

Perhaps he could help her escape this hell.

But would she only end up in another?

At that thought, she hesitated again.

And why had Spirit Hall suddenly appeared here?

Had they come specifically for her?

Or was there something she possessed that they desperately needed?

"Why choose me?" Zhu Zhuqing asked.

"You sensed it yourself, didn't you? My disciple's Martial Soul is the Netherworld Evil Tiger. It's stronger than the Dai's White Tiger and should be more compatible with your Martial Soul...

Together, you could develop a Martial Soul Fusion Skill!

You two are made for each other!

It's fate!"

Bibi Dong did not tell Zhu Zhuqing about Fang Fan's problem with Evil Thought.

When Zhu Zhuqing remained deep in thought without answering,

Bibi Dong's tone cooled.

"My disciple's talent is unmatched under heaven. You should be honored he chose you!"

"You want to force my daughter into marriage? If she refuses, I'll die before I let you take her!"

Zhu Dashuai suddenly struck a righteous pose.

"Say another word, and you'll never speak again!"

Bibi Dong shot Zhu Dashuai a cold glance.

That look frightened him into silence. His body trembled, and he dared not speak again.

Tap, tap...

Footsteps outside drew closer.

"I'm willing!"

Zhu Zhuqing's voice was suddenly firm.

Whatever their reason for coming,

Fang Fan had saved her twice.

He had helped her take revenge.

Without Fang Fan and the others, Zhu Xiaolie and Chen Li would have crippled her by now.

So she was willing to marry Fang Fan to repay him.

Gratitude wasn't her only reason, though. More importantly, Fang Fan's Martial Soul stirred a sense of affinity in hers unlike anything she had felt before.

Perhaps this was fate.

The sky was blue, the sunlight brilliant, and the air hot.

Yet her heart was calmer than it had ever been.

Calmer than at any point in the past few months.

Her answer left Zhu Dashuai gaping. He closed his mouth, then opened it again.

"As long as my daughter agrees! It's entirely her decision!"

Zhu Zhuqing said nothing. When faced with a question she found hard to answer, she stayed silent.

Fang Fan cupped his hands in salute.

With a wave of her hand, Bibi Dong lifted Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing into the sky with her Soul Power.

The five elders followed behind her.

"Disciple, should I have Dai Yutian annul the engagement? Zhu Dashuai's agreement alone won't settle it."

Bibi Dong turned to Fang Fan beside her and spoke gently.

"No need to trouble yourself, Master. I'll handle the broken engagement myself when the time comes!"

Fang Fan spoke with confidence.

"Mm."

Bibi Dong nodded, pleased.

This disciple made things so easy for her. He even wanted to handle the engagement himself.

Then she would not need to fight Dai Yutian.

After all, she was not prepared to go to war with the Star Luo Empire.

And if war broke out, the Heaven Dou Empire might attack Spirit Hall from behind, putting them at a disadvantage.

With that in mind,

Bibi Dong led the elders through the air and stopped above Dai Yutian and the army of soul masters led by Dai Weisi.

"Your Holiness. It has been some time."

Dai Yutian wore armor, his long golden hair flowing as he hovered in midair. He met Bibi Dong's gaze and nodded to the elders.

Then he looked at the young man beside her, surprise flashing through his eyes.

He sensed an aura from the boy that made him shudder—

The suppression of a lesser Martial Soul by a superior one.

The boy looked only fifteen or sixteen, yet he was already a level fifty-three Soul King.

A rare genius indeed!

Dai Yutian envied Bibi Dong for finding such talent.

He glanced at Zhu Zhuqing beside Fang Fan. A trace of coldness flickered in his eyes before he smiled and said,

"You are fortunate to have found such an extraordinary genius!

His Martial Soul seems to share an origin with the Dai's, though it appears slightly stronger than the White Tiger Martial Soul!"

"Just luck. And they do not share an origin.

I'm taking Zhu Zhuqing with me. As for the engagement, shall we let the young people handle it?"

Bibi Dong spoke evenly, a trace of disdain in her eyes—

The Dai's White Tiger Martial Soul shares an origin with my disciple's Netherworld Evil Tiger?

You think it can compare to the Evil Tiger?

Dream on.

The White Tiger Martial Soul was a top-tier Beast Martial Soul,

but compared to the Netherworld Evil Tiger, it was not merely a little weaker. It was completely outclassed.

"Fine! Let the younger generation decide for themselves!"

Dai Yutian's expression darkened. Wasn't this just bullying?

His youngest son was so useless that he had fled because he could not beat Dai Weisi.

How could he possibly compete with this Spirit Hall Saint Son, whose Martial Soul was even stronger than Dai Weisi's?

But Dai Yutian had to agree—

Let the younger generation fight it out. If his youngest son lost, the impact on the Star Luo Empire would be smaller.

His youngest son would bear the humiliation, limiting the damage to Dai Yutian and the empire.

"Mm."

Bibi Dong gave a calm nod and waved her hand. Her Soul Power carried Fang Fan and Zhu Zhuqing into the distance.

The five elders followed.

In the blink of an eye, they vanished from sight.

Only then did the tension in the Star Luo Emperor's chest ease.

If war could be avoided, it was best to avoid it.

They had so many Titled Douluo, and their pope was a legendary Peak Douluo. Her strength was unfathomable; even he could not gauge it.

A battle would certainly leave both sides badly hurt.

It might even cost him his throne.

"Hah... hah..."

The pressure on Zhu Dashuai disappeared.

Relief washed over him, and he gulped down air.

He hurried outside. When he saw the Star Luo Emperor, he dropped to one knee.

"Your Majesty!"

"Rise."

Dai Yutian flew over to Zhu Dashuai and helped him up.

"You've been through a lot. Who killed Zhu Xiaolie and Chen Li? Was it Bibi Dong?"

"Her disciple, Fang Fan, killed them."

Zhu Dashuai shook his head and answered respectfully.