Spirit City, the Pope's private secret chamber.
Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes as she sat cross-legged in cultivation. Her eyes were completely blood-red, so vividly crimson that they seemed ready to drip blood at any moment. An indistinct black phantom had also appeared behind her.
Bibi Dong drew a deep breath. The layer of purplish-black light around her surged rapidly, and then she returned to her original appearance.
"Qian Daoliu, oh, Qian Daoliu, you really are clever. To stop me from devouring your Angel Clan's descendant, you actually brought in my daughter to keep me in check."
With a cold laugh, Bibi Dong floated up from where she sat. A rapid series of explosions cracked through the air. Golden light flashed, and papal robes instantly draped her body. She seemed to have become that noble, decisive Pope once more.
"Hmph, so what if Xiao Xue returns and begins her divine trials? I, Bibi Dong, can still destroy the foundations of your Angel Clan in the future. Ever since I devoured your son's body and soul, changed my cultivation method, and entered the Rakshasa Secret Realm, you've been unable to see through me. With these last few years remaining, I will surely make a breakthrough."
"Your son destroyed me, so I will destroy everything belonging to your Angel Clan, including the Spirit Hall you built through a thousand hardships."
"Ahahahaha!" Terrifying laughter like the cry of a night owl rang out in the secret chamber, echoing endlessly. Just then, the black shadow that had already vanished appeared behind Bibi Dong again.
A dozen or so minutes later.
The Pope's Hall, conference chamber.
Bibi Dong sat alone at the head of the table, with Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo standing quietly behind her. Farther down, in order, were Ghost Leopard