Bibi Dong Strikes

Bibi Dong knew this was Qian Renxue's scheme, meant to provoke her into going after Li Changqing. She did not care.

She had two things no one could touch: Yu Xiaogang's safety, and her own body, which no one dared covet.

Li Changqing had stepped squarely on the second.

Terrifying waves of Soul Power surged around Bibi Dong. Purple-black light swirled about her as she shot out of the Papal Hall and headed straight for Li Changqing's residence in Haagen-Dazs City.

That night, Li Changqing lay in a reclining chair, enjoying the cool breeze.

Suddenly, a vast surge of Soul Power appeared. Its owner made no attempt to conceal it, and the people sleeping nearby woke at once.

They came outside to see what was happening. Those with less courage hid in their homes, afraid to come out.

Li Changqing could feel the murderous intent buried in that terrifying Soul Power. It was aimed at him.

He rose immediately. A purple-black figure appeared before him.

The figure had a face of exquisite beauty, but her aura was uncanny and thick with the scent of death. The phantom of a terrifying Spider loomed faintly behind her.

Li Changqing guessed who she was at once. That beautiful face, her immense strength, and a Spider Martial Soul steeped in death—who else could it be but Bibi Dong?

He also knew why she had come after him in such a fury. Qian Renxue must have passed their conversation that day on to Bibi Dong.

Otherwise, Bibi Dong would never have felt such intense killing intent toward him for no reason.

Still, Li Changqing breathed a little easier. At least it was not Qian Daoliu.

He did not know how strong Bibi Dong was now, but according to the original story, the Rakshasa God Trial restricted her. Even with Level 99 Soul Power, she could only bring out Level 98 strength.

In other words, Level 98 was the most Bibi Dong could wield right now. She might even be weaker.

Even if Li Changqing could not beat her, he could still escape with Kunpeng Ultimate Speed.

At that thought, a faint smile appeared on his face. "To what do I owe this late-night visit, Your Holiness?"

As he spoke, his gaze roamed over Bibi Dong as though he were admiring a work of art.

He had to admit that Bibi Dong deserved to be called the most beautiful woman on Douluo Continent. The women at the Brothel could not compare.

As for Qian Renxue, Li Changqing had yet to see her true face, so he would reserve judgment.

Under Li Changqing's brazen gaze, the Soul Power around Bibi Dong surged even more fiercely. She did not bother with words. A purple-black sphere of Soul Power formed in her hand and shot toward him.

Li Changqing flew up and dodged. The sphere struck the house behind him, blasting it down with a thunderous crash.

Thunderblade Sword in hand, he hovered in the air and looked down at Bibi Dong with a smile. "Your Holiness, I paid a fortune for that house. Now that you've wrecked it, you'll have to compensate me."

Bibi Dong ignored him. She flew up to face him, and nine Soul Rings appeared beneath her feet in sequence: yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.

"So you want to compare Soul Rings?"

As he spoke, eight Soul Rings rose beneath Li Changqing's feet: yellow, yellow, purple, black, black, black, black, and red.

Bibi Dong started. "A Ten Thousand Year Fourth Soul Ring!"

"Yours aren't bad either, Your Holiness. A thousand-year second ring," Li Changqing said evenly.

The two began to pit their Soul Power against each other.

Li Changqing's blue-purple Soul Power collided with Bibi Dong's purple-black Soul Power. A tremendous shock wave spread outward, flattening several nearby houses.

The people nearby finally saw who had unleashed such terrifying power.

Someone cried out in shock, having clearly recognized Bibi Dong.

"Isn't that His Holiness the Pope of Spirit Hall? I'd heard she was a Titled Douluo. Seeing her today, I believe it. You can feel that overwhelming presence even from here."

"And look at her Soul Rings! A thousand-year second ring, far beyond the so-called perfect Soul Ring configuration. How did she do it?"

"I can't believe His Holiness the Pope has a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

Others recognized Li Changqing and could scarcely believe their eyes.

"Isn't the man facing the Pope Li Changqing? The one who spends every day at the Brothel? They call him the Little Prince of the Brothel!"

"Damn, it really is him!"

"Li Changqing's Soul Rings are just as outrageous. A Ten Thousand Year Fourth Soul Ring, and his Eighth Soul Ring is a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!"

"A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring is a treasure of the Soul Master World. To see two people with one on the same day—I can hardly believe it."

Others voiced their confusion.

"Do those two have some kind of grudge? Why are they facing off?"

"And His Holiness the Pope is a Titled Douluo, while Li Changqing is only a Soul Douluo. How can their power seem evenly matched?"

"Does that mean the Little Prince of the Brothel has the strength of a Titled Douluo?"

Li Changqing was speechless. Did he command so little respect? He had shown the strength of a Titled Douluo, yet they were still calling him the Little Prince of the Brothel.

He usually did not mind, but word of tonight's events was bound to spread across Douluo Continent. He had a reputation to consider.

Li Changqing glanced at the onlookers. His voice was quiet, but carried by Soul Power, it reached every ear.

"If anyone calls me the Little Prince of the Brothel again, I'll cut out their tongue."

The threat was unmistakable.

Only then did everyone realize they had said the wrong thing. Li Changqing now possessed the genuine strength of a Titled Douluo. He was not someone ants like them could gossip about. They hurriedly covered their mouths.

In the air, Bibi Dong stared gravely at Li Changqing, astonishment rising in her heart. A mere Soul Douluo has such deep Soul Power? He can actually match me!

Li Changqing smiled faintly. "Your Holiness, I truly can't bear to destroy such a lovely flower. I'll take my leave for today. As for wrecking my home, I'll let it slide this once, seeing how beautiful you are."

Li Changqing had no desire to keep fighting her. A pair of golden Bone Wings spread from his back, and he became a streak of golden light, fleeing into the distance.

Bibi Dong recognized the golden Bone Wings as an External Soul Bone at a glance. Some of her killing intent toward Li Changqing faded.

After all, she might not be able to catch him.

But his provocative words set boundless fury blazing in her heart once more.

He had humiliated her before so many people. If she did nothing, every shred of dignity she held as Pope would be lost.

More importantly, the Worship Hall would seize the chance to make trouble for her.

Terrifying Soul Power pressure rolled off Bibi Dong, leaving the watching crowd struggling to breathe.

"You dare humiliate me like this? Even if I must chase you to the ends of the earth, I will never let you go!"

Bibi Dong roared. Six purple wings, thin as cicada wings, unfurled from her back. They were her External Soul Bone, the Six-Winged Purple Light Wings.

Then she became a streak of purple light and chased after Li Changqing, carrying boundless killing intent with her.