Undercurrents surged through Spirit City.
The Worship Hall and the Pope's Palace joined forces, secretly summoning large numbers of experts and stationing them throughout the city to ensure nothing could go wrong.
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's elite troops had already set out and were heading toward Spirit City.
The entire continent watched, waiting for a good show.
Outside, winds rose and clouds churned, yet the Eastern Abyss Pavilion remained exceptionally peaceful and harmonious.
Over the past few days, Bibi Dong had spent increasingly more time at the Eastern Abyss Pavilion.
Her daily visits to the Pope's Palace were merely routine.
Once she finished handling matters, she ran straight to the Eastern Abyss Pavilion without looking back.
Everyone in the Pope's Palace had grown accustomed to it.
Their attention was now focused on the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's movements.
Barring any surprises, they would reach Spirit City today.
Their rapid march was clearly intended to put pressure on Spirit Hall.
Unfortunately, pressure no longer worked on them.
"Brother Gu Yuan, they're expected to arrive outside Spirit City at noon. I have to go stop them."
Bibi Dong checked the time. It was already ten in the morning.
According to their estimates, the enemy would arrive in another two hours.
As Pope, she had to face them.
Only by leading Spirit Hall's experts to crush the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and demonstrate Spirit Hall's might could she deter the other petty schemers.
If she backed down, the various factions would begin harboring disloyal intentions, and there would be even more trouble in the future.
Gu Yuan stroked her beautiful hair and said with a faint smile, "Go, then. Do whatever you want. If the sky falls, I'll hold it up for you."
A mere Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan could be wiped out with a flick of his hand.
Killing Yu Xiaogang had dropped a Primordial Origin Crystal.
Who knew how many would drop if he wiped out the entire clan?
After all, they were directly connected to Yu Xiaogang, so some should drop.
Right now, the only things he needed were Primordial Origin Crystals.
After strengthening the world's barrier, he could leave this world with everyone around him.
According to the framework of the Myriad Heavens and myriad worlds, there was generally a distinction between minor worlds and major worlds.
Minor worlds were weak.
Yet the Douluo World did not even qualify as a minor world.
No wonder people called it a bottom-of-the-sewer world in terms of fantasy combat power.
It really was pitifully low.
The only slightly special thing was the gods' extremely long lifespans.
The Douluo Heavenly Dao had probably allocated its cultivation system's points in the wrong direction.
Their strength was clearly quite weak, yet their lifespans were absurdly long.
"Brother Gu Yuan, I'll head to the Pope's Palace first, then."
Bibi Dong rose, reluctant to leave.
She truly wished time could stop forever at this beautiful moment, letting them spend their entire lives glued to each other. That was her ultimate dream.
Gu Yuan nodded, and only then did Bibi Dong head toward the Pope's Palace.
The instant she stepped out of the courtyard, her gaze turned cold and sharp.
They had disturbed her wonderful time with Brother Gu Yuan. She had to make them pay!
When she reached the Pope's Palace, many people were already waiting there.
Even the seven worshippers, including Qian Daoliu, had arrived.
"Your Holiness, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's troops will arrive outside Spirit City in another hour. Please give your orders!"
Qian Xunji bowed in salute.
He was, after all, of the Qian Family's bloodline, and had awakened the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, giving him a very high ceiling.
He was already a rank ninety-five Titled Douluo.
He ranked among Spirit Hall's high-level combatants.
Logically, now that he had reached rank ninety-five, he should have joined the Worship Hall.
But Qian Daoliu had kept him in the Elder Hall so he could better assist Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong lightly tapped the Pope's Scepter against the floor. "All elders, head to the city gates and meet the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan in battle."
"Everyone else, remain stationed throughout Spirit City and maintain order!"
"Yes!"
At her command, the Elder Hall's Titled Douluo immediately moved out, flying toward the city gates one after another.
Qian Daoliu and the others followed as well.
This time, they would make a proper appearance and let the entire world see Spirit Hall's might.
Bibi Dong set out as well.
When she arrived atop the city wall, someone had already prepared a throne for her.
There was only one enormous throne, and Bibi Dong sat straight down.
The seven worshippers stood beside her, squeezing even Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo off to the side.
The people in the city seemed to have caught wind of things long ago.
Now, seeing the people atop the wall, they broke into discussion.
"Her Holiness the Pope has come in person!"
"Those are full elders of the Elder Hall. They're supposedly all Titled Douluo."
"Such a huge force-is the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan really that strong?"
The people in the streets looked up at the city wall.
Naturally, the most dazzling star was Bibi Dong, seated upright upon her throne.
No one knew exactly how high her cultivation was.
Ever since becoming Pope at fifteen, she had never revealed her true cultivation.
Now twenty-five, her strength remained a mystery to the outside world.
Thirty li away, Yu Yuanzhen led two hundred clan elites toward Spirit City with fierce momentum.
For these elites, thirty li could be covered in the blink of an eye.
Their spirits soared, and they were determined to succeed.
This time, no matter what, they would make Spirit Hall pay.
At the very least, they had to receive both an apology and compensation.
For the other Soul Master factions, this was an excellent opportunity to sound out Spirit Hall's strength.
Countless spies infiltrated Spirit City, awaiting a heart-stopping battle.
Inside the Eastern Abyss Pavilion, Gu Yuan sat in a pavilion, leisurely drinking tea.
With a sweep of his divine sense, he clearly discerned the cultivation of everyone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
"Yu Yuanzhen..."
When he probed Yu Yuanzhen, some memories surfaced, bringing his already hazy recollections of the original story into focus.
Yu Yuanzhen's storyline in the original became exceptionally clear.
But the current Yu Yuanzhen's line of fate was likewise utterly chaotic.
"An ant whose clan was wiped out in the original story actually dares come to Spirit City to demand an explanation?"
Gu Yuan smiled and set down his teacup, paying those ants outside no mind at all.
With Spirit Hall's strength, crushing ten Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clans would be effortless.
Outside the city, the two hundred elites arrived.
The city gates were already shut, and the nearby civilians had long since evacuated.
Only a few Soul Masters remained, watching from a distance.
Two hundred people did not look like many, but the presence emanating from them was extremely powerful.
Most of their Martial Souls were Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragons.
The group halted, and Yu Yuanzhen shouted.
"Spirit Hall brutally murdered our clan's young master! You must give us an explanation today and hand over the murderer!"
As his words fell, nine Soul Rings lit up.
The enormous phantom of a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon coalesced behind him, its roar shaking the heavens.
Seeing this, the other elites revealed their Martial Souls one after another, their Soul Rings appearing as well.
There were quite a few Soul Emperors, along with Soul Saints and several Soul Douluo.
They certainly looked imposing!
With so many dragon-type Martial Souls outside the city, their raging presence almost seemed about to overturn the earth.
The presence emanating from Yu Yuanzhen was even more terrifying.
That enormous Martial Soul phantom seemed capable of crushing the towering city wall before it.
Yet not a single expression changed among Spirit Hall's people atop the wall.
Everyone inside and outside the city turned their eyes to Bibi Dong.
What would this youngest Pope in history do?
Under everyone's gaze, Bibi Dong slowly rose.
She struck the Pope's Scepter against the ground.
With a thud, Soul Power surged, shattering the oppressive might of the two hundred elites before her.
It even made the elites' Martial Soul phantoms warp and tremble, as though they might shatter at any moment.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's young master, Yu Xiaogang, openly provoked Spirit Hall and stole Spirit Hall's secrets to claim as his own. The evidence is conclusive!"
"Today, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan must give Spirit Hall an explanation. Otherwise... kill without mercy!"