Side Hall of the Pope's Hall
Bibi Dong didn't really rest. She stood by the window, gazing at the magnificent Spirit City outside, her fingertips almost digging into her palms.
Salas's heart felt like a poisonous thorn piercing her soul.
What angered her even more was that she had to endure it for the time being, a humiliation that nearly drove her mad.
Footsteps sounded from behind, heavy and powerful, not from any elder.
When Bibi Dong turned around and saw that the person who came was Mighty Lion Douluo, her pupils contracted slightly, but her face quickly regained the dignity and calmness of Pope.
"What brings the four honored guests here so suddenly?"
Bibi Dong's voice was devoid of emotion, but her heart was far from calm.
The people in the Worship Hall rarely come to her on their own initiative.
The Mighty Lion Douluo stood still. He was a burly man, and although he did not deliberately release his aura, he exuded a suffocating sense of oppression.
He spoke directly, his voice like muffled thunder rolling across the palace:
" Bibi Dong, the Great Enshrined asked me to convey your message."
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed.
The Mighty Lion Douluo stared at Bibi Dong, repeating Qian Daoliu's words word by word, each word like a heavy hammer striking Bibi Dong's heart.
"Some things can be compromised, some things cannot. Rules and bottom lines must be carefully considered."
He paused, then his voice suddenly became more forceful:
" The Great Enshrined also said—if you can't be a good Pope, then you should give up this position!"
boom!
These words, like a thunderclap, resounded throughout the side hall!
Bibi Dong's aura instantly spiraled out of control, a terrifying fluctuation in her domain flashing by, freezing the surrounding air for a moment.
Relinquishing the Pope?
Qian Daoliu actually had the Mighty Lion Douluo warn her so directly, even saying something like "give way"!
Utter disgrace!
This was even more unbearable for her than Yu Yuanzhen's provocation.
The Mighty Lion Douluo seemed oblivious to Bibi Dong's fiery gaze, merely glancing at her coldly before turning and leaving behind an indifferent silhouette.
The heavy palace doors closed again.
Inside the side hall, only Bibi Dong remained, and a deathly silence permeated the air.
"Heh... hehe..."
Suppressed laughter suddenly erupted, filled with resentment and madness.
A sinister, purplish-black aura emanated from Bibi Dong, and the divine power of the Rakshasa God rippled out uncontrollably, distorting and darkening the light throughout the side hall.
" Qian Daoliu... you old scoundrel!"
She practically spat out the name through gritted teeth, "You... are all very good!"
Today, we have suffered a series of humiliations. First, we were slapped in the face by the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, and then we were given such a blatant warning and threat by the Worship Hall!
All of this enraged her.
Bibi Dong suddenly looked in the direction of the Pope throne, her eyes filled with terror.
This position belongs to her, and no one can take it away from her.
The Spirit Hall belongs to her!
The entire continent will belong to her!
All those who dare to stand in her way, all those who bring shame upon her, must die!
Yu Yuanzhen is going to die, Yu Tianming is going to die, Qian Daoliu... and all those retainers, one day they too will have to submit to her!
Intense hatred and murderous intent grew in Bibi Dong's heart.
The evil thoughts of the Rakshasa God took advantage of her vulnerability and continued to erode her mind.
After a long while, she managed to suppress the terrifying aura, but her eyes became even deeper and colder.
She needs power, and she needs to gain power more quickly!
At all costs!
True Dragon Mountain, above the sea of clouds.
A streak of azure light streaked across the sky at an astonishing speed, arriving above the sect in the blink of an eye.
The light faded, revealing an elegant and slender figure.
The Azure Luan Douluo stood with his hands behind his back, his aura blending seamlessly with the natural flow of the world, ethereal and unfathomable.
He did not deliberately release his pressure, but the aura of a level 97 Peak Douluo had already caused the sea of clouds below to surge.
Almost the instant the Azure Luan Douluo stopped, a powerful mental fluctuation flashed by.
"Boom!"
A thunderous roar seemed to come from the heavens, shaking the entire area!
An even more domineering and oppressive figure appeared in the sky without warning, facing off against Azure Luan Douluo.
The newcomer was a burly man, his body Entanglement chilling purple electric snakes, and between the opening and closing of his eyes, the shadow of Dragon Shadow roared and lightning flashed!
It was Yu Yuanzhen!
As soon as he appeared, a vast and unfathomable dragon's might swept across the sky, forcefully pushing aside the aura of the Azure Luan Douluo and occupying half of the sky alone.
The air instantly became stagnant and oppressive.
The invisible auras of the two Peak Douluo clashed, tearing apart the clouds in the sky and revealing the azure sky.
Yet, the raging thunder and howling winds made it seem fraught with danger.
Azure Luan Douluo's composed expression faltered slightly.
He clearly felt that the pressure emanating from Yu Yuanzhen opposite him was far beyond his expectations!
The power contained within that purple lightning was violent and pure, carrying a destructive aura that even made him tremble.
"His Martial Soul... has evolved, and his strength has improved to this extent!"
Azure Luan Douluo instantly made a judgment, abandoning his contempt for the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and taking it seriously.
Yu Yuanzhen's gaze swept over Azure Luan Douluo with lightning speed, his voice deep and resonant:
" Azure Luan Douluo? Instead of cultivating in Spirit City, you've come to my True Dragon Mountain. What brings you here?"
Yu Yuanzhen spoke calmly, yet with an undeniable air of authority. He was the true master of this place, while the other party was merely an uninvited guest.
Azure Luan Douluo suppressed the slight ripple in his heart, his face regaining its calm and composed expression. He nodded slightly, his voice clear and melodious:
" Sect Master Yu, it's been a long time. I've come on the orders of the Great Enshrined to retrieve Salas's body."
Azure Luan Douluo got straight to the point, staring directly at Yu Yuanzhen. Although he sensed the opponent's formidable strength, Yu Yuanzhen, representing the Spirit Hall, seemed to possess an aura that was no less imposing.
" Salas trespassed on our territory and attempted to assassinate my grandson; he deserves to die. His body will be properly buried; there's no need for you to bring it back."
Yu Yuanzhen answered decisively.
Azure Luan Douluo frowned almost imperceptibly; Yu Yuanzhen's toughness was within his expectations.
He took a small step forward, and the air around him swirled. Although he didn't unleash his Soul Power, an invisible pressure pressed down on Yu Yuanzhen.
"Despite his many faults, Salas was once a bishop of the Spirit Hall."
His body must be taken back to the Spirit Hall for burial by me; this is the Spirit Hall's rule and its bottom line.
The Azure Luan Douluo's voice remained calm, but the weight of his words suddenly increased. " The Great Enshrined said: 'If the body is returned, this matter will be dropped for now. Otherwise...'"
Azure Luan Douluo's gaze sharpened, like a soaring eagle locking onto its target. "Don't say you weren't warned."
The last four words, carrying a warning meaning, echoed clearly in the high sky.
Yu Yuanzhen's body was suddenly engulfed in purple lightning for a moment, and his dragon eyes flashed with lightning, but he quickly calmed down.
Breaking off relations with the Spirit Hall at this moment would be a very unwise move.
"I can give you Salas's corpse, but I have a condition." Yu Yuanzhen's mind raced as he looked directly at Azure Luan Douluo.
"Speaking."
Azure Luan Douluo smiled slightly.