Meeting Bibi Dong: Qian Renxue Couldn't Hold Back Her Laughter

The cool mockery reached his ears.

Tang Xiao's burly frame jolted, his fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles gave a series of faint cracks.

This was going too far!

The Clear Sky Sect had endured for centuries, firmly holding its position as the world's number one sect.

Its disciples carried unrivaled dominance wherever they went on the continent. When had they ever suffered such contempt and humiliation?

Even back then, when Tang Hao had brought down a calamity that forced the sect to seal its mountain and retreat from the world.

Yet he, Tang Xiao, was the sect master of the Clear Sky Sect. Having personally lowered himself to visit today, he ought to have been shown some consideration.

But Bibi Dong's words showed that she did not take him seriously at all!

Tang Xiao's chest heaved violently once, and he slowly rose from his seat.

He stared straight at Bibi Dong, his gaze blazing like a torch, his voice rolling like muffled thunder:

"Your Holiness, please leave yourself some room when you speak!

"Our Clear Sky Sect has sealed its gates all these years and stayed out of worldly affairs simply because we do not wish to take up arms again.

"Do not mistake this restraint for our Clear Sky Sect having grown utterly decrepit and useless, retreating to our mountain to live out our old age!

"If you truly leave us no way out and the full might of the world's number one sect pours forth, even Spirit Hall will likely pay a devastating price!"

At this, the smile at Bibi Dong's lips grew colder still:

"Oh? From what Sect Master Tang is saying, you came alone to Pope Hall today to threaten me?"

Meeting those utterly cold purple eyes, Tang Xiao felt a chill in his heart.

Then, thinking of the five elders in the sect who clung to life and feared death, he ultimately softened his tone a fraction.

He said gravely:

"You misunderstand, Your Holiness.

"I came today only in the hope that we could calmly discuss a suitable arrangement.

"Unless there is absolutely no alternative, I have no wish to see the world's two great powers tear apart all pretense of civility, grievously injuring my sect and throwing the world into turmoil."

At this point, Tang Xiao paused briefly, seemingly making up his mind with some reluctance.

"Your Holiness captured Tang Hao merely to vent your anger on behalf of the previous Pope.

"But Tang Hao was expelled from the sect years ago, and his cultivation is only at level ninety-two.

"I, however, am the current sect master of the Clear Sky Sect, and my Soul Power has already reached the realm of a level ninety-six Super Douluo!

"Whether in standing within the Soul Master World, cultivation, or importance to the Clear Sky Sect, I stand far above Tang Hao!"

Tang Xiao took a step forward and said, stressing every word:

"If Your Holiness insists on keeping someone in Spirit Hall to vent your anger, I am willing to remain in Spirit City today in exchange for Tang Hao's release!

"A sect master and level ninety-six Super Douluo in exchange for an expelled disciple who has spent years in hiding-surely that is enough to restore the face Spirit Hall lost back then?"

With this move, Tang Xiao could rescue Tang Hao from Spirit Hall, preserving his life while also bringing the sect's two crucial inherited Soul Bones out of Spirit Hall.

In his view, having made such an enormous concession, he had given Bibi Dong no reason to refuse.

Yet an exceedingly soft scoff came from the dais.

Bibi Dong looked down at Tang Xiao below, her eyes filled with undisguised derision:

"One for one?

"What I said just now was not wrong in the slightest.

"Sect Master Tang, you really do think far too highly of yourself."

Tang Xiao's face instantly turned livid, veins bulging at his temples:

"What do you mean, Your Holiness?!"

Bibi Dong's expression was indifferent, her voice as cold as shards of ice:

"Tang Hao is already a prisoner in my hands. Since you dared to step through those doors alone today, if I wish to keep you here, you will not be leaving either."

"Hmph! That depends on whether you can hold me!"

Their disagreement abruptly froze the air in the hall.

The tension of drawn swords and bent bows instantly reached its breaking point!

Tang Xiao's eyes widened, his fury erupting completely.

As far as he knew, Bibi Dong had succeeded as Pope only a few years ago.

She was more than twelve years younger than him. However talented she might be, at most she could only be a Titled Douluo who had just crossed the threshold of Level 90.

If he did not seize this chance to show the weight of a Super Douluo and demonstrate the Clear Sky Sect's foundations, he feared he would have even less chance of getting Tang Hao back in the future.

The instant that thought flashed through his mind, both of them moved almost simultaneously!

The bluestone beneath Tang Xiao's feet cracked with a boom.

The immense Soul Power within him erupted without restraint, becoming a terrifying tide of soul pressure that toppled mountains and overturned seas as it bore down on Bibi Dong!

He had to use his absolute advantage in level to put Bibi Dong in her place.

Yet faced with Tang Xiao's soul pressure, Bibi Dong remained unhurried, two eerie lights suddenly flaring in her eyes.

Hum!

An invisible, formless surge of spiritual power, vast as an abyssal sea, instantly poured from between her brows!

It smashed into Tang Xiao's mind like a blade splitting bamboo!

Tang Xiao's pupils abruptly shrank to pinpoints, towering waves of shock rising in his heart.

By all rights, as a Power Attack System Super Douluo, his spiritual power had long been tempered a thousand times over. It should never have been so easy to breach.

But the spiritual power Bibi Dong blasted into his mind was not merely immense beyond all reason.

It also contained a spine-chilling evil resentment and a bloody, murderous aura!

Tang Xiao had no idea that these were precisely the evil Rakshasa thoughts condensed by the Rakshasa God Trial!

Countless anguished wails and venomous demonic voices exploded inside his mind.

Tang Xiao felt as though a heavy hammer had smashed straight through his head, his soul suffering grievous damage in an instant.

"Pfft!"

A mouthful of blood violently sprayed from Tang Xiao's mouth.

The soul pressure around him instantly collapsed.

His legs went weak, leaving him unable even to stand steadily.

His eyes rolled back, his consciousness plunging completely into chaos!

On the dais, Bibi Dong slowly rose from her throne.

Without sparing Tang Xiao another glance, she walked toward the side hall and coldly left him with two words:

"Show him out."

The moment she finished speaking, the shadows in a corner of the hall stirred faintly, and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei silently appeared.

Looking at the Clear Sky Sect master, his mouth covered in blood and his eyes unfocused, the two exchanged a glance.

Then they propped him up, one on either side, and dragged him out through the doors of Pope Hall.

Behind Pope Hall.

A white marble corridor lay half-hidden among verdant ancient trees.

Bibi Dong dismissed her accompanying maids and walked slowly along the silent corridor alone.

Although severely injuring Tang Xiao just now had been a casual act, stirring the evil Rakshasa thoughts within her had still shrouded her brow in gloom and brutality.

To be safe, she needed to return to her room and steady her mind.

Just as she passed through a moon gate, however, her steps faltered almost imperceptibly.

At the other end of the corridor, a familiar golden figure approached her.

It was... Qian Renxue, whom she had not seen for years!

Mother and daughter faced each other from more than ten zhang away, neither speaking.

Yet the surrounding temperature seemed to plummet to freezing in an instant.

Bibi Dong's pause lasted only half a breath before she resumed her usual pace.

She held her head high, her breathtakingly beautiful face utterly cold.

Her gaze toward Qian Renxue held none of a mother's joy or affection upon seeing a daughter return from afar.

There was only estrangement and loathing that ran bone-deep.

Five years ago, whenever she encountered that icy look from Bibi Dong, Qian Renxue's heart would invariably fill with uncontrollable pain and resentment.

She would instinctively meet it with an equally cold, stubborn gaze, trying to prove that she did not care about her neglect at all.

But today, not only did Qian Renxue feel no pain whatsoever, another image sprang into her mind instead.

Xu Fan, spittle flying as he spoke.

How had her little brother described Her Holiness the Pope again?

Her judgment wasn't even as good as a dog's!

A top-tier love-brain!

At the thought of such a stark contrast in Bibi Dong, the heavy chill originally weighing on Qian Renxue's heart instantly vanished like smoke!

In its place came a strange urge to laugh that she could not suppress, no matter how hard she tried.

The corridor was not long. As the two continued walking, the distance between them rapidly closed.

Bibi Dong still looked straight ahead, radiating a biting chill that warned strangers to keep away.

As always, she walked straight past Qian Renxue.

Yet at the very instant their sleeves brushed and they passed each other, Qian Renxue finally failed to hold it in.

"Pfft."

A clear, abrupt chuckle rang out without warning.

Bibi Dong's advancing footsteps abruptly froze.

She slowly turned around and looked at the golden figure rapidly disappearing around the far corner of the corridor.

Her face was utterly bewildered.

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