Bibi Dong Descended on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan

Fang Fan folded the letter, but did not immediately hand it to the Pufferfish Douluo.

He pondered for a moment, then unfolded the letter and added a note on the back.

He supported his master in destroying the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. This clan had already sentenced itself to death the moment it destroyed the Spirit Hall Branch. Now, it was instigating the Heaven Dou Royal Family to undermine the Spirit Hall's financial foundation, making it even more deserving of death.

But he still mentioned it—

Has Master considered Yu Xiaogang's thoughts?

Although Yu Xiaogang was a coward, he still had the blood of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan flowing through his veins.

If Master were to openly and brazenly wipe out the entire Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan, Yu Xiaogang would hate her for the rest of his life.

Therefore, the attack must be swift and decisive, striking with lightning speed to kill the target instantly, leaving no clues for investigation and ensuring that no one knows it was the Spirit Hall who did it.

As a result, how and by whom the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was wiped out remains an unsolved mystery.

Even if Yu Xiaogang had suspicions, he had no evidence, so he couldn't possibly hate anyone.

At this point, Fang Fan paused, then added an even more crucial piece of intelligence.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan possesses a treasured heirloom called the True Dragon Nine Crowns. Wearing it allows Yu Yuanzhen to briefly reach the physical strength of a Demigod by drawing upon the power of the remnant soul of an ancient true dragon, making him extremely powerful.

If Master is to take action, he must personally overwhelm Yu Yuanzhen with his Limit Douluo cultivation, giving him no chance to wear the True Dragon Nine Crowns.

Once Yu Yuanzhen dies, the rest of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will be no threat.

As for the True Dragon Nine Crowns, it naturally belongs to Master.

He folded the letter again and handed it to the Pufferfish Douluo.

The Pufferfish Douluo received it with both hands, and his bulky figure vanished in a flash at the end of the Ice Crystal Corridor.

Fang Fan watched as the Messenger Pigeon fluttered into the sky, turning into a tiny black dot and disappearing into the clouds, before turning his gaze away.

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan —one of the Top Three Sects, with a thousand-year-old heritage, hailed as the number one Beast Martial Soul in the world—

He has at most a few more hours to live.

The Spirit Hall, the Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat on the majestic Pope's Throne, her long black Pope robe with gold trim trailing on the ground, its collar turned up high.

Her long hair was pulled up high and tied with a Black-Gold Phoenix-Tail Hairpin, revealing her slender, fair neck and an extremely cold and beautiful face.

Her features were as if sculpted by the most skilled sculptor with a lifetime of dedication; her eyebrows were naturally dark green, her lips naturally red, and her phoenix eyes, with their slightly upturned corners, held a sharp and majestic air that had weathered many storms.

Her figure was voluptuous yet upright; the black Pope robe did not conceal her curves, but rather accentuated her lofty and untouchable elegance.

She simply leaned casually against the throne, a scroll in her hand, and the aura emanating from her was enough to silence all the Titled Douluo in the hall.

Messenger Pigeon landed on her fingertips.

She unfolded the letter, her gaze sweeping over her disciple's familiar handwriting, a slight smile playing on her lips—

Her disciple helped her annihilate the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan without any hesitation, a decisiveness she greatly appreciated.

Upon seeing the passage about Yu Xiaogang, her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly, and a complex emotion flashed in her eyes.

The little guy even considered Yu Xiaogang's feelings for her, and even knew about her painful past with Yu Xiaogang.

Not only did they know, but they also thoughtfully came up with a solution for her.

Her swift and decisive actions left no trace, giving Yu Xiaogang no reason to hate her.

She put down the letter, a warm feeling welling up inside her that she couldn't quite explain.

This disciple is not only exceptionally talented, but also incredibly meticulous, even taking into account her past emotional entanglements as her master.

Turning to the back of the letter, her phoenix eyes suddenly narrowed.

True Dragon Nine Crowns, Demigod- level Physical Body--

The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan was hiding such a secret.

No wonder Yu Yuanzhen dared to be so arrogant. First, he smashed the Spirit Hall Branch, and then he instigated the Heaven Dou Royal Family to fight against the Spirit Hall. It turns out that he was relying on this family heirloom.

Demigod- level physical body is indeed terrifying. If Yu Yuanzhen were to wear the True Dragon Nine Crowns, even she would have to put in some effort.

However, since my disciple has revealed this secret in advance, Yu Yuanzhen has no chance.

She had originally planned to send Elder Chrysanthemum and Elder Ghost with a group, but now it seems she has to go herself.

She put down the letter and glanced again at the last few sentences about her disciple's recent situation.

Zhu Zhuqing has reached Level 69 and has also reached the peak of level 38.

This rate of progress is simply beyond imagination, much faster than she did back then.

The curve of her lips deepened, before she regained her usual Pope's coldness and majesty.

She raised her hand and gently tapped the armrest of the throne, the clear, resonant sound of the jade echoing through the empty hall.

"Elder Chrysanthemum, Elder Ghost, Elder Ling Yuan, and Ghost Leopard Elder have come to see me."

In a short while, four figures appeared in the Papal Palace.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan remained as elegant and composed as ever, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei was as silent as a shadow, and Elder Ling Yuan and Ghost Leopard knelt on one knee, awaiting the Pope's command.

Bibi Dong rose from her throne, her black Pope robes fluttering without wind, and an oppressive aura that would suffocate even Titled Douluo spread out like a tide.

"Assemble Soul Master Army, all equipped with Flying Soul Tool, and launch a surprise attack on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan tonight."

Bibi Dong's voice was cold and calm, as if she were reading out an ordinary Government affairs document.

"All registered Soul Master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan will be killed without exception. Ordinary people will not be killed."

Chrysanthemum Douluo was stunned for a moment.

He had assumed that the Pope would at most send him and Old Ghost to lead the team for such a major event as annihilating the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, but he never expected His Holiness the Pope to personally take action.

Furthermore, two thousand Soul Master need to be mobilized.

This is an extremely rare scale in the Spirit Hall's operations over the past decade.

He immediately suppressed his surprise, bowed his head in response, and left the main hall with the other three Elders to gather their forces.

Night fell quickly, the moon was obscured by thick clouds, and the world was shrouded in darkness—perfect weather for murder and arson.

Two thousand Soul Master Army equipped with Flying Soul Tool assembled outside Spirit City, a dark mass hovering silently beneath the clouds like a flock of crows migrating in the night sky.

Everyone's face was covered with a black cloth, the Spirit Hall emblem and any other symbols that might reveal their identities were removed, and the entire army resembled a sharp blade hidden in the darkness.

Bibi Dong stood at the very front of the group, her black Pope robe replaced with a matching outfit, her long hair tied into a neat ponytail, her face covered with a black veil, revealing only a pair of cold, frosty phoenix eyes.

Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo stood on her left and right sides respectively, with four Titled Douluo- level combatants supporting them. Two thousand Soul Master flew silently towards Heaven Dou City in a grand procession.

Heaven Dou City, Skywater Academy.

Fang Fan called Ning Rongrong aside and whispered a few words to her. He

The specific details were not revealed; Ning Rongrong was instructed to send a message to Ning Fengzhi, Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect not to take any action or send anyone out to inspect the situation, no matter what happens tonight.

Although Ning Rongrong didn't understand why, Fang Fan's serious expression, she obediently nodded and immediately used the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's secret technique to send a message to her father.

Ning Fengzhi was in his study reviewing the sect's account books when he received his daughter's message.