Ghost Douluo jolted, his body trembling uncontrollably and his legs going weak.
"Your Holiness, Old Ghost merely suffered a momentary lapse in judgment. Please spare him!" Yue Guan hurriedly pleaded on Ghost Douluo's behalf.
Bibi Dong glanced at Yue Guan, frowned slightly, then looked at Bai Qinchen.
"Xiuxiu, I'm so scared! A little ghost tried to kill me just now." Looking utterly terrified, Bai Qinchen hugged Bai Xiuxiu's delicate body and spoke in an aggrieved voice.
At his words, a faint, enchanting smile curved Bai Xiuxiu's lips. She rested her five slender, pale fingers on Bai Qinchen's shoulder and patted him gently, saying softly, "Don't worry. I'm here. No one can hurt you!"
"What do you want?" Bibi Dong asked helplessly as she looked at Bai Qinchen.
"It's not about what I want, but what Your Holiness wants." Bai Qinchen shrugged, smiling.
Bibi Dong remained silent, watching Bai Qinchen quietly.
After a long while, Bibi Dong drew a deep breath and gently shook her head, seemingly having reached a decision.
"Your Holiness, Your Holiness, I was wrong! I truly was wrong!" Sensing an intense threat of death from Bibi Dong, Ghost Douluo immediately dropped to his knees and desperately knocked his head against the floor, begging for mercy.
"Yesterday, I already gave you a chance and spared your life, but you didn't cherish it." Bibi Dong's tone was calm, as though she were describing something utterly insignificant.
"Spare me, Your Holiness!" Ghost Douluo shrieked, slamming his head hard against the ground as blood streamed out.
"Your Holiness, please spare Old Ghost! Spirit Hall needs him right now!" Yue Guan said anxiously. "Old Ghost and I have a Martial Soul Fusion Skill. We're a great source of strength for Spirit Hall, Your Holiness!"
"A Martial Soul Fusion Skill?" Bibi Dong snorted