Bibi Dong raised her hand.
" Yue Guan doesn't need to make a move; he's just a Soul Saint."
Yue Guan nodded. "Yes, Your His Holiness the Pope."
Yue Guan withdrew his attack and retreated behind Bibi Dong.
Liu Erlong scoffed, " Bibi Dong, don't be so hypocritical."
" Liu Erlong, you're a pitiful woman too. Why are you so persistent for a man?"
"Level 29? You're already in your forties or fifties, and you're still stuck at this level? It's pathetic. And are you blind?"
Bibi Dong gave a mocking smile.
As a woman herself, she naturally wanted to scold Liu Erlong awake, to stop her from remaining stubbornly deluded.
"Shut up!"
"I won't allow you to talk about Xiaogang like that!"
Liu Erlong angrily rebuked him and immediately stepped forward, throwing a punch.
Bibi Dong sneered, flicked her finger, and a surge of Soul Power erupted, instantly sending Liu Erlong flying.
"Dean."
The crowd gasped in shock as they discovered that Liu Erlong had crashed straight into a tree trunk and coughed up blood.
Liu Erlong raised her hand. "Don't come any closer, I'm fine."
Bibi Dong sneered, " Liu Erlong, why are you getting so worked up?"
Liu Erlong gritted his teeth and looked at Bai Guyue again. " Bai Guyue, how could you possibly fall for someone like that?"
Bai Guyue:???
I was just watching the show, how did this get dragged into it?
" Liu Erlong, watch your words. The only reason you're interested in me is because I'm so charming."
Bibi Dong is just putting on a little show; nobody knows anyway.
They dared not utter a single word about the Yue Guan or the Gui Mei.
Bibi Dong said this, everyone around her agreed, including the students of the Blue Tyrant Academy.
A woman who can become the Pope, is Titled Douluo, is multi-talented, rich, and beautiful—who wouldn't like her?
They were extremely envious of Bai Guyue for being able to marry Bibi Dong.
If they could marry her, they'd want to be inseparable from her every day.
"I didn't ask you!" Liu Erlong said irritably. "Who knows if you're just making things up? What if you were forced?"
The room fell silent upon hearing this.
Yue Guan and Gui Mei trembled.
Liu Erlong's guess was so accurate; he actually guessed right.
Bibi Dong laughed, "Do you think I forced you? Besides, who on the continent doesn't know that I, Bibi Dong talented and peerless in beauty? Would I force anyone?"
"Hmph!" Liu Erlong snorted coldly, "I don't believe it."
"Believe it or not!" Bibi Dong scoffed. "I'm just telling you that Yu Xiaogang isn't worth it. Compared to my husband, he's practically incomparable."
Liu Erlong angrily pointed at Bai Guyue:
"Impossible. No matter how strong he is, can he be stronger than Xiaogang's theory? Xiaogang is invincible in Martial Soul Theory; he has released the Ten Core Competition Theories of Martial Soul."
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong smiled and said, "Take a guess?"
Behind them, Yue Guan, Gui Mei, Dugu Bo, Bi Ji, and Li Yuan'er were all blushing from trying not to laugh, and they covered their mouths to chuckle.
Li Yuan'er simply turned around and pretended to look at the tree.
Liu Erlong was a little confused by this scene:
What are you laughing at?
Bibi Dong didn't answer, but turned to look at Bai Guyue, her tone carrying three parts coquettishness and seven parts boastfulness:
"Husband, should we show her?"
Bai Guyue was standing to the side watching the show when she was suddenly called out. She coughed lightly and looked away.
Seeing that her man remained silent, Bibi Dong wasn't annoyed. She stepped closer, stood on tiptoe, and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Then, she tugged at his arm and shook it, drawing out her words:
"My husband~"
That "husband" was uttered so sweetly and tenderly, it completely masked any semblance of the Pope's majesty.
Bai Guyue's body stiffened, goosebumps rising from the soles of her feet to the top of her head.
Yue Guan and the others were so shocked their eyes almost popped out of their sockets. His Holiness the Pope coquettish?
Did the sun rise in the west today?
"Alright, alright," Bai Guyue surrendered, "I'll start now."
He stepped forward, looked at Liu Erlong who was full of vigilance, and cleared his throat:
" Liu Erlong, you just said that Yu Xiaogang's theory is invincible, right?"
Liu Erlong, with her neck stiff, retorted, "Of course!"
Bai Guyue nodded. "Then let me ask you, if his core competitiveness theory were truly effective, wouldn't he have become famous?"
Liu Erlong was taken aback. "This..."
"How many years has Yu Xiaogang been writing about his Ten Core Competencies of Martial Soul? Yu Xiaogang is still stuck at level 29. What makes him think he can prove that his theory can break through the level 30 bottleneck?"
Bai Guyue's tone was calm, yet every word struck Liu Erlong's heart.
"Theory is meant to be used, not worshipped. You yourself are Soul Saint; how much have Yu Xiaogang's theories helped you on your cultivation path?"
Liu Erlong opened his mouth, his face turning pale and then flushed.
Bai Guyue sighed:
"Look, when faced with a difficult question, he falls silent again."
Liu Erlong retorted stubbornly, "Then how strong are you?"
She didn't believe that Bai Guyue could be stronger than her. She had cultivated for so many years and was only Soul Saint. From making her mark in the Golden Iron Triangle to establishing the Blue Tyrant Academy, how much effort had she put in to only reach the Soul Saint realm?
"How about we make a bet? I bet that if my Soul Power reaches the level of Soul Saint and I defeat you, your Blue Tyrant Academy will be under my management. If I lose, I'll give you two ten-thousand- Ten Thousand Year Soul Bone. How about that?"
Faced with Bai Guyue's bet, Liu Erlong was tempted but also hesitant. The fact that the other party dared to make such a decisive bet meant that she was very confident, but he was afraid that it was just a bluff.
The reward of two Soul Bone was too tempting. And even if the opponent was truly Soul Saint, so what? Was he afraid of a Soul Saint?
The students of the Blue Tyrant Academy were also somewhat surprised; being able to offer Soul Bone reward clearly indicated that they were no ordinary people.
Liu Erlong pondered for a moment, then nodded in agreement. "Alright, I don't believe you can win."
After speaking, Bai Guyue moved, and six black and one red Soul Ring lit up.
"He really is Soul Saint, Seventh Soul Ring is already 100,000 years old? How is that possible?"
"Look at his first six Soul Ring, all of them are ten thousand years old. What can the dean possibly use to fight him?"
Many students from the Blue Tyrant Academy exclaimed in surprise, already convinced that it would be a miracle if they could win.
Unless the other side throws the game completely, there's no way to win.
"Six black and one red Soul Ring, how is this possible? Such a young Soul Saint." Liu Erlong felt a wave of despair. How could this be? Soul Saint, it really is Soul Saint.
At this moment, Yu Xiaogang's theoretical knowledge was completely ineffective and simply wouldn't work.
Liu Erlong was completely devastated; she was utterly and completely broken.
If it were just a normal set of two yellow, two purple, and three black Soul Ring, he might actually have a chance. But with six black and one red Soul Ring, the age of the Soul Ring alone already surpasses his own.
Moreover, the opponent is such a young Soul Saint, so his strength must be considerable.
As the dean, and having traveled the continent for so long, Liu Erlong couldn't possibly back down over such a trivial matter.
"I'll test just how strong you really are, you genius. And it's quite surprising that someone as strong as you could marry Bibi Dong."