You dared touch my Bao'er? You're courting death! (Please vote)

Chapter 41: 040-You dared touch my Bao'er? You're courting death! (Please vote)

"How dare you ambush us!"

"Who-who is it?"

Yue Guan and Gui Mei struggled to their feet again, but the moment they finished speaking, both froze, their pupils contracting.

Whoosh!

For some reason, black mist had gathered across the sky, blotting it out like dark clouds bearing down on a city.

Beneath those black clouds, a slender figure wreathed in baleful aura approached. She held a gigantic scythe, presenting an unparalleled visual impact, as though... she were a god of death.

Thud!

Beside Yue Guan, Gui Mei suddenly dropped to his knees, trembling all over. Even his martial soul manifested of its own accord, seemingly prostrating itself before that slender figure, paying a subject's respects to his sovereign.

"Old Ghost, what are you doing? Get up!"

Yue Guan frowned deeply, unable to understand why Gui Mei was kneeling before Her Holiness the Saintess. He barked again, "However strong Her Holiness the Saintess might be, she's only at the Douluo level. Everything she's showing now is just a bluff. Why should we cower like this?"

What Yue Guan did not know, however, was that the moment Bibi Dong arrived and brought forth the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Gui Mei had already been doomed to helplessness. The power of darkness contained within that scythe was the very source of the power in his martial soul.

If Gui Mei felt fear toward Angel Divine Power...

Then what he felt toward Rakshasa Divine Power was reverence and dread.

"Hmph, Her Holiness the Saintess, it seems you already know why we've come."

"But I'm not afraid of that power of yours. If you want to stop me, I'm afraid you're not qualified."

"Besides, as the Saintess, you ought to obey His Holiness the Pope's orders. His Holiness wishes to see Xu Feng, so you should let me take him away."

Yue Guan summoned his martial soul, the singular velvet sky chrysanthemum, and mustered his confidence as a Titled Douluo. Then he darted toward Xu Feng.

Yue Guan intended to take Xu Feng away as quickly as possible; he did not want to become entangled in a fight with the Saintess.

"You dare touch my Bao'er..."

"You're! Courting! Death!"

A cold gleam flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes. She delivered that last sentence almost word by word.

Hum!

In Bibi Dong's hands, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe unleashed a vast torrent of power of darkness, swiftly engulfing the entire scythe and... Bibi Dong herself.

Now, black mist shrouded Bibi Dong's entire body, and her eyes shone with blood-red light, making her look utterly chilling.

The next instant, Bibi Dong soared into the air with the Demon Scythe in hand. Against that darkened sky, she seemed to have become a Baleful Death God who claimed lives and devoured flesh and blood.

She looked down upon Yue Guan. When she spoke, her demonic voice carried throughout Spirit Hall, as though addressing him, yet also announcing it to everyone.

"I, Bibi Dong, have never borne anyone a grudge. I can say with a clear conscience that I have never wronged Spirit Hall."

"I would have been willing to remain in Spirit Hall and live peacefully with my disciple. Yet you have repeatedly plotted against us, intending to harm my disciple... that, I will never tolerate!"

With that, Bibi Dong slowly raised the Rakshasa Demon Scythe over her head with both hands. Her mighty demonic voice seemed to overturn the heavens.

"Those who hurt my disciple, those who seek to harm my disciple-this single blade will meet you. Even if the universe is thrown into turmoil and Peerless Douluo descend together, none shall stop it!"

The instant her words fell, the vast heavens and earth trembled as one, and all the countless living beings were rendered helpless.

"Hehehe... waaah... heehee..."

"Kill..."

"I am watching over everything..."

Within the darkness, the sinister, terrifying cries of an infant rang out, chilling hearts and souls.

Clearly, the sight of Bibi Dong bringing forth the Demon Scythe and unleashing Rakshasa Divine Power had alerted Blood Pupil, who swiftly came to her side to guard her path.

Of course, Blood Pupil was also more than happy to watch the Rakshasa Inheritance inheritor knock the Angel Clan down a peg.

Boom! Rumble!

In the dark night, enormous bolts of purple lightning thundered together. Countless flashes seemed to annihilate the heavens as they streamed toward the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, its aura surging higher and higher.

At the sight of the strange phenomenon in the sky, Qian Xunji's asshole clenched inside the Pope's Great Hall. Unable to sit still any longer, he immediately rushed out.

"Th-th-that..."

"What is that?!"

Qian Xunji's gaze shook violently, and his lips trembled without stopping.

Meanwhile, in the Elder Hall, Qian Daoliu had still been resting with his eyes closed. Suddenly, unease seized him, and he shot into the air, only to witness a scene that left him dazed.

"In such a short time..."

"She... she's actually mastered the Rakshasa God's power."

A chill ran uncontrollably through Qian Daoliu's body, and he staggered several steps backward despite himself. A sense of urgency haunted his heart. "Xunji, can you still subdue Bibi Dong now that she's undertaking a Divine Trial?"

At the same time, countless Soul Masters throughout Spirit Hall were stunned by the sudden spectacle in the sky. More than a dozen Titled Douluo even appeared atop the various halls.

That direction led to a courtyard not far from the Saintess's Bedchamber.

What exactly had happened there?

Why was there such terrifying power of darkness?

As they watched the clouds massing overhead, God Rank pressure swept toward them. Every Titled Douluo felt their heart quail. Those whose soul power was only at level twenty or thirty fell straight to the ground, as though suffocating.

Thud-

"Y-Your Highness!"

"We know we were wrong! Please spare us this once!"

By now, Yue Guan had lost every trace of his earlier swagger. Perhaps because Gui Mei had set an example, he too dropped nimbly to his knees. The entire motion was exceedingly smooth-Dove-chocolate smooth.

Before that God Rank pressure, Yue Guan had an overwhelming premonition: if she truly brought that scythe down, never mind resisting it alone—even if he joined forces with Gui Mei, they would probably be obliterated without so much as a scrap remaining.

He truly had never expected this.

Her Holiness the Saintess was outrageously powerful. The mere pressure released before her attack had already left the two of them unable to breathe.

"Spare you this once?"

Bibi Dong cast an indifferent glance at them.

"If I hadn't arrived in time today, would you have spared my disciple? Would you have hurt my disciple?"

Rather than listen to Yue Guan, Bibi Dong's expression grew colder. The Demon Scythe in her hands became increasingly imposing, even beginning to tremble with a humming sound.

Bibi Dong had only left the courtyard a short while ago when she detected the sounds of fighting within it. Upon returning, she saw Yue Guan and Gui Mei preparing to attack his Bao'er.

Two Titled Douluo were about to attack two children.

She could not imagine whether, had she returned late, her Bao'er would have been taken before that shameless villain Qian Xunji, or whether he would have suffered all manner of torture.

Qian Xunji had long been dissatisfied with her. If her Bao'er were captured, he would surely be tortured until death seemed preferable to life. In the end, Qian Xunji might even threaten her with her Bao'er's life. That shameless villain was certainly capable of such a thing.

"Us, hurt your disciple?"

At this point, however, Bibi Dong's questions left Yue Guan and Gui Mei at a complete loss.

"Fuck..."

Gui Mei complained tearfully, his face full of grievance, "When did we ever hurt your disciple?"

"Who the fuck was hurting whom?!" Yue Guan clutched his face, looking even more grief-stricken and indignant.

What Yue Guan really wanted to say was: Your disciple nearly fucking hammered me to pieces, and you're talking about me hurting him? Give me a break, will you?

"Hmph..."

"Since you've come, you'll have to pay for what you've done."

Bibi Dong would not listen to such nonsense. In her eyes, absolutely no one could be permitted to hurt his Bao'er.

"Her Holiness the Saintess, we truly know we were wrong! Please spare our lives!"

"We'll kowtow to you!"

Bang! Bang! Bang!

As they spoke, Yue Guan and Gui Mei actually began knocking their heads against the ground, moving with remarkable alacrity.

These two...

They truly... disgrace the title of Titled Douluo.

Above them, Bibi Dong had not expected Gui Mei and Yue Guan to be so spineless.

One moment they were risking their lives for the Pope, and the next, upon realizing the situation had turned against them, they surrendered with such speed.

Keeping elders like these serves little purpose.

Better to kill a chicken to warn the monkeys. Let's see whether that despicable villain Qian Xunji still dares set his sights on my Bao'er.

Hardening her heart, Bibi Dong aimed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe at Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

"Hiss..."

Gui Mei shuddered, his pupils contracting.

"Oh~"

"No~"

"How could it be like thiiis?"

Yue Guan shrieked again.

They had already gone so far as to kneel, beg for mercy, and kowtow. They had never expected Her Holiness the Saintess to still intend to kill them. For a moment, they seemed frightened out of their souls, their bodies slumping.

"Enough!"

Fortunately, at that critical moment, Qian Daoliu intervened, placing himself before Bibi Dong.

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