The moment Bibi Dong emerged from seclusion, the air within the Supreme Pontiff Palace froze as if plunged into an abyss of ice.
A silent, crushing pressure spread outward like mercury spilling across the ground.
Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
Too quiet.
So quiet… it was abnormal.
Every time she completed seclusion, the two most loyal shadows at her side—Yue Guan and Gui Mei—would always be waiting at her throne before she even stepped into the hall.
But now?
Not a single aura.
Not even the faintest trace of a Titled Douluo remained nearby.
A cold gleam flashed through Bibi Dong's scarlet eyes.
A heartbeat later—
A vast, indescribable mental force surged out from her mind, sweeping across the entire Spirit City like an invisible tidal wave!
Within moments, she "saw" everything.
All her Titled Douluo.
All gathered in a place she least expected, and most despised—
The Hall of Worship.
Qian Daoliu's territory.
Boom.
The temperature around her plummeted; frost rapidly crawled across the tiles beneath her feet.
A killing intent sharper than a thousand blades erupted from her heart.
Betrayal?
While she sought the path of Godhood in seclusion…
the claws she trusted most gathered around that decrepit old man?
Was this a test of her bottom line?
Or had they already chosen their allegiance?
"Very good."
Her lips curved into a cruel, icy smile.
"I would very much like to know…
who gave you all the courage to betray me."
The instant her whisper faded, her figure blurred into a streak of purple-gold light—
And vanished.
Hall of Worship
The sacred chamber that supported Spirit Hall's legacy felt like time itself had frozen still.
Ancient pressure lingered in the air, heavy enough to suffocate even a Titled Douluo.
But today, the solemn silence was ripped apart—
torn by a boiling wave of zeal burning through the hall.
In the center, the Elders, led by Gold Crocodile Douluo, watched the uninvited arrivals with cold caution.
Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo, Devil Bear Douluo, and the others.
In the oppressive stillness, it was Demon Subduing Douluo—Seventh Elder, level 96—who finally broke the standoff.
His sharp, arrogant gaze swept across Ghost Douluo's impossibly youthful face, then shifted to Yue Guan, whose aura had soared to new heights.
"So you mean to tell me…"
He raised a brow, voice dripping with contempt.
"…that because of that boy named Lin Feng, and a few meals, you all achieved breakthroughs?"
Lin Feng.
The instant this name left his lips—
A deadly killing intent erupted like an exploding star!
"Presumptuous!"
The sharp cry cut through the hall like a dagger—
violent, cold, and absolutely merciless.
It came from Yue Guan.
The usual playful charm on his face had vanished.
His peach blossom eyes were now frostbitten chasms without a hint of warmth.
"Seventh Elder—"
His voice dropped to a frigid whisper.
"—you will address that existence as… Senior."
BOOM!!!
His spirit power exploded outward—
a blazing, majestic force belonging not to a mere Titled Douluo, but a—
Super Douluo.
Level 96.
Once, Yue Guan would never have dared speak to a long-established Elder in such a tone.
But today?
Today he was not merely Yue Guan.
He was an apostle who had bathed in divine grace.
A mortal Elder dared blaspheme the one who bestowed miracles?
No sooner had his words fallen than Ghost Douluo and the other five simultaneously stepped forward—
THUD.
The Hall of Worship trembled.
Six terrifying auras surged in unison, woven together like an inescapable net, slamming down on Demon Subduing Douluo!
"Gh—!"
His arrogance evaporated instantly.
It felt like six ancient mountains were crushing down upon him.
His spirit power stagnated.
A cold sweat drenched his back.
Then—
A cold snort.
"Enough."
Gold Crocodile Douluo stepped forward, his figure like a gnarled divine tree.
The aura of a level 98 Super Douluo surged from him, forming a golden barrier between the two sides.
But he was met by—
Six unrestrained auras.
BZZZT—!!!
The collision twisted the air itself, waves of distorted pressure rippling outward!
Under stunned gazes—
Gold Crocodile Douluo, the man second only to Qian Daoliu—
trembled.
CRACK.
The sacred floor beneath his feet split open.
CRACK—CRACK—
He was forced back three full steps.
Three deep imprints were left behind.
Silence swallowed the hall.
Gold Crocodile Douluo stared at the six "apostles," his ancient face twitching in disbelief.
"You all—"
But before he could finish—
BOOM—!!!
A profound, icy aura swept across the hall—
colder, heavier, and infinitely darker than even Gold Crocodile's.
RUMBLE—!!!
The two indestructible stone doors—reinforced with divine light—
shattered into dust.
Light scattered.
And a beautiful figure dressed in the magnificent Supreme Pontiff robes stepped through the swirling particles, every step heavier with overwhelming authority.
Bibi Dong.
She had arrived.
Everyone present—aside from Qian Daoliu hidden deeper inside—felt the crushing pressure of her presence.
The devout fury on Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others instantly melted into reverence.
They turned together and knelt on one knee.
"We greet Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo's face twisted into cold rage as he resisted the suffocating suppression.
"Supreme Pontiff!"
He roared.
"How dare you trespass into the Hall of Worship—
and even destroy its sacred doors?!"
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