Qian Daoliu Furiously Slaps Bibi Dong: If You Object, Bottle It Up!!

Bibi Dong flew into a rage. "How dare you! Qian Renxue! Have your wings grown strong after a few years undercover in the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace?! How dare you speak to me like that!"

"Bibi Dong, you certainly know how to throw your weight around!"

"You're the one who's out of line!" Qian Daoliu roared. A terrifying presence swept toward Bibi Dong as he moved forcefully to protect Qian Renxue.

After learning of Bibi Dong's wicked intentions, Qian Daoliu no longer felt even a trace of mercy for his daughter-in-law.

Now he wanted nothing more than to rush over and slap Bibi Dong hard across the face.

"Hmph!"

Bibi Dong was wary. She still dared not provoke Qian Daoliu now, so she could only snort coldly, hold back her anger, and shut her mouth.

But what she didn't expect was that the main event today had only just begun.

Qian Daoliu wasted no time and continued his announcement. "The second matter: Bibi Dong is to be stripped of her position as Pope! Qian Renxue will succeed her!"

The moment he said this, the entire hall erupted.

"Strip me of my position as Pope?"

Bibi Dong froze. She even wondered if she had misheard. Her face turned as ugly as could be in an instant. "What do you mean? Qian Daoliu, you want to remove me? What gives you the right?!"

"I've devoted so many years to Spirit Hall. Even if I've achieved nothing, I've still worked hard! What gives her the right to make me step down the moment she returns?!"

"What gives her the right?! What gives you the right?!"

Almost losing control, Bibi Dong rushed up to Qian Renxue and pointed a finger at her nose, roaring in agitation, "Do you think you can manage all of Spirit Hall?!"

After learning that she could become the God of Angels, Qian Renxue was full of confidence. She met Bibi Dong's gaze without a trace of retreat in her eyes, which were filled with determination. "Of course I can. I can do it even better than you!"

"Like hell you can! I won't give up the position to you, and I won't accept this!!"

"You want to sit on the Pope's throne? First prove you can stand straight in front of me! Kneel!" Bibi Dong's anger surged, and she released her soul pressure, intending to force Qian Renxue to her knees.

Seeing this, Qian Daoliu could no longer tolerate Bibi Dong.

"How dare you!"

Qian Daoliu struck in an instant and slapped Bibi Dong hard across the face.

Smack! The sound rang out.

"Aaah!"

Bibi Dong screamed as the slap sent her flying.

The slap had come too suddenly. Bibi Dong was stunned on the spot, her head buzzing.

Her body trembled with rage as she stared at Qian Daoliu in disbelief. "Qian Daoliu! You... you actually hit me?!"

"So what if I hit you?!" Qian Daoliu's face was ice-cold. He had even considered killing Bibi Dong. "Bibi Dong, it seems you've sat in the Pope's seat so long that you've forgotten who has the final say in Spirit Hall!"

"The Worship Hall has the authority to remove the Pope. Whether you accept it or not, you'll have to!"

"If you object, bottle it up!"

Qian Daoliu's tolerance for Bibi Dong had reached zero.

He also unleashed all the anger he had bottled up since Bibi Dong killed his son Qian Xunji years ago.

"You're Xiao Xue's mother, yet you never fulfilled a mother's duty for a single day. You even made Xiao Xue suffer because of you when she was little!"

"This slap is for Xiao Xue!"

Qian Daoliu's expression hardened. He swung his arm with force and slapped Bibi Dong hard across the face again.

Smack!

"Aaah!"

The slap sent Bibi Dong sprawling to the ground.

Qian Daoliu raised his hand again. "This last slap is for my dead son!"

Smack!

"Pfft! Ugh, aaah!"

Qian Daoliu's slap made Bibi Dong spit blood. Her face swelled, and she was even gravely injured. She lay on the ground with her legs pressed tightly together, her body trembling violently.

Bibi Dong was almost slapped to tears. Tears of anger welled in her eyes.

Her eyes were bloodshot and full of killing intent, her face savage and twisted like a madwoman's. "Qian Daoliu! You...!"

"What? Do you want to fight me?"

Qian Daoliu looked down at Bibi Dong with an icy gaze.

"Oh? Is that so, Bibi Dong? You want to fight the Great Enshrined?!"

Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, Lion, Guang Ling, Qian Jun, and Jiang Mo all rose menacingly and unleashed their pressure on Bibi Dong.

The terrifying presence released by the seven great worships made everyone in the hall feel suffocated. The place fell deathly silent, and no one dared make a sound.

That look... he wants to kill me! Bibi Dong sensed it: Qian Daoliu's gaze held killing intent.

She couldn't understand why Qian Daoliu had suddenly become so angry with her.

Even when she had killed Qian Xunji with her own hands, she had never seen Qian Daoliu act like this.

Bibi Dong grew wary, afraid, and finally backed down.

"Fine, I'll step down as Pope!" Bibi Dong gritted her teeth in unwillingness. In the end, she didn't dare fight Qian Daoliu now and could only swallow her towering rage in utter humiliation.

She also knew that the followers she had cultivated through years of effort in Spirit Hall would soon be purged, and years of work would come to nothing at the final step.

Bibi's resentment soared to the heavens. Fine, fine, fine, Qian Daoliu! I, Bibi Dong, will remember today's humiliation. When I become the Rakshasa God, I'll make every one of you wish you were dead!!

"The knot that's been in my heart for years has suddenly loosened." After delivering those three slaps, Qian Daoliu felt thoroughly pleased in both body and mind.

He turned and surveyed the hall. "Now! Who supports this?! Who opposes it?! Step forward!"

They felt Qian Daoliu's forceful bearing and terrifying pressure.

And with Bibi Dong beaten into such a state, who still dared speak? Who still dared object?

"The worship elders have the authority to remove the Pope. Besides, Spirit Hall belongs to the Six-Winged Angel Clan in the first place. Now that the young mistress has returned, she should succeed to the position of Pope!"

"We have no objections!"

"That's right! We're all in agreement too!"

The senior members voiced their agreement one after another.

"Since there are no objections, I'll announce the third matter!"

Qian Daoliu withdrew his imposing presence. When he looked at Jin Yu, a smile appeared on his face. "Child, step forward."

"Yes, Great Enshrined."

Jin Yu walked to the center of the hall.

"This child is named Jin Yu, a descendant of the Second Worship, Golden Crocodile. From this day forth, Jin Yu is conferred the title of Holy Son of Spirit Hall!"

"What? Holy Son!"

At these words, the senior members erupted once again.

The Holy Son's status was second only to the Pope's.

He could be said to stand beneath one person and above ten thousand, wielding immense power.

The Holy Son was also a candidate for Pope and was qualified to inherit the position in the line of succession.

"A descendant of the Second Worship? Why have we never seen him before?"

"Where did this brat come from? What merits or abilities does he have to be made Holy Son?" Only then did Bibi Dong notice Jin Yu, who had entered with the seven great worships.

She had originally intended to confer the sacred title on her disciple Hu Liena.

Bibi Dong said angrily, "I accepted the first two matters, but now you suddenly want to make this brat, who came from who knows where, the Holy Son? He doesn't even have a Purple Record Medal. What qualifies him to be Holy Son?"

"My disciple Hu Liena, along with Xie Yue and Yan, are all members of Spirit Hall's Golden Generation, the greatest geniuses of the younger generation. They are also the youngest recipients of the Purple Record Medal."

"If you're conferring the title of Holy Son, aren't all three of them more qualified than this brat?"

With that, Bibi Dong secretly gave Hu Liena and the other two a meaningful look.