Su Cheng was not intentionally provoking or angering Bibi Dong.
It was simply that this matter had no room for negotiation to begin with.The mission had to be abandoned, and Bibi Dong would never agree.Naturally, that meant conflict.
Since Qian Renxue had already made her decision, as the instigator, he had even less reason to back down.
As for playing both sides or trying to sit on the fence—he never even considered it.
Those who treat others like idiots are the true idiots.
The people of Spirit Hall might all have their various personality flaws, their judgment might not be perfect, but their intelligence was still online.
He had just barely managed to push Qian Renxue's goodwill nearly to the maximum, and even got Qian Daoliu as a bonus.He would have to be brain-damaged to turn around now and flatter Bibi Dong's stinky feet.
Not to mention—right this very moment, that level-99 Grand Worship might very well be watching from the shadows.
With this woman's temperament, fawning and groveling might even backfire.
While Su Cheng remained calm and composed, standing across from him, Bibi Dong was clearly already enraged.
Her right hand tightened around her scepter with increasing force, her knuckles turning faintly white.
"Very well, then let's try it."
Bibi Dong let out a cold snort. A faint purple light flashed within her eyes, and a crushing pressure belonging to a top-tier powerhouse surged outward endlessly.
At that moment, the air in the hall itself seemed to become Bibi Dong's weapon, solidifying around Su Cheng.
Under the forceful compression, his face first turned pale, then flushed red.
What was terrifying was that aside from him, the entire vast council hall was completely unaffected—even the tea in the cup didn't ripple.
This perfectly demonstrated what true mastery of power looked like.
Before he could adjust to the pressure, it receded in an instant like a receding tide.
In that short instant, Su Cheng felt his brain momentarily deprived of oxygen.
When clarity returned, the surroundings had turned into an entirely different scene.
No Pope's Hall.No Bibi Dong in front of him.
Only himself, standing alone on a mountain path.
Su Cheng instantly understood he had fallen into one of Bibi Dong's illusions.He let out a light sneer.
"Then come on."
In the Worship Hall
Qian Daoliu and Golden Crocodile Douluo stood side by side.
Unlike last time, beside Qian Daoliu stood a stunning blond young woman—Qian Renxue.
Before the three of them was a light screen showing the scene inside the Pope's Hall.
Su Cheng had underestimated the sky-invincible Angel Douluo.Not only could Qian Daoliu observe from afar, he was even broadcasting it live.
Of course, this was because Bibi Dong had not deliberately cut off the connection.
Clearly, there was a silent agreement between them.
"Grandpa, how is teacher doing now?"
"See for yourself."
As Qian Daoliu spoke, another light screen appeared—showing Su Cheng's current situation.
After the scene shift, Su Cheng suddenly felt his body become several times heavier.His soul power was completely suppressed, no different from an ordinary person.
No—under Bibi Dong's pressure, he was even weaker than an ordinary person.
This was the level of the Rakshasa God's inheritor.
But Su Cheng didn't mind.
In his previous life he'd been an ordinary person for over twenty years; in this life, he'd been a near-waste for almost another twenty.He was far too used to this feeling.
Looking at the mountain path ahead, he tentatively shifted his weight forward.
The moment he took a step, the illusion changed.
The originally normal mountain path became an extremely narrow goat trail, with bottomless abyss on both sides, depth impossible to see.
If he slipped, even if he wouldn't truly die, he would probably collapse in trembling terror after exiting the illusion.
Bibi Dong didn't intend to kill him, but she clearly planned to humiliate and suppress him thoroughly.
This illusion technique was something she had gained insight into during the Rakshasa God trials.To a true powerhouse it wasn't much, but to someone like Su Cheng—whose cultivation and spiritual power were insufficient—this scene was no different from reality.
An ordinary person standing here, even knowing it was an illusion, would still feel fear.With a shaken mind, their footing would naturally falter—and a single misstep meant falling.
However—
Su Cheng stood there looking left and right, observing everything with curiosity, completely unfazed.
Bibi Dong's expression darkened.
Inside the illusion, a fierce gale erupted, whipping Su Cheng's clothing violently.
"Grandpa, aren't you going to step in?"
Qian Renxue couldn't help showing nervousness.
Even as a mere viewer, the sight made her legs feel weak.Let alone Su Cheng himself.
But Qian Daoliu shook his head.
"If I step in now, it breaks the silent agreement between me and your mother. Not worth it. And don't underestimate your teacher. Just watch—"
He stopped mid-sentence.
His tone turned astonished.
"What is this boy doing?!"
Inside the Illusion
On the abyss-edge goat trail, the mountain winds howled, blowing Su Cheng's black hair in all directions.
"It really is quite realistic," Su Cheng murmured with appreciation.
His eyes steady, he looked at the narrow path beneath him—
—then stepped forward.
Bibi Dong's expression changed.Seeing that he not only wasn't afraid but dared to move forward—
"So let's see how long you can last."
The path narrowed further.The wind became fiercer—loud enough to rupture eardrums.
Sweat dripped down his face—that was the pressure of a Title Douluo.
But Su Cheng only chuckled softly and kept walking.
Eventually, it was as if he were walking along the top of a ten-thousand-meter-high wall.His ears heard nothing but the roaring storm.Only the abyss below remained terrifyingly clear.
With each step—
The pressure grew heavier.The path narrower.The storm fiercer.
But he walked faster.
Finally—
"Hah… haha… Scaring me is useless. Show me something real, Your Holiness the Pope."
He grinned at the now-nearby Bibi Dong.
He was a mess—gasping for breath, pale-faced, drenched in sweat.
Not from fear.But from exhaustion.
No illusion could shake his will.Years of unshakable sword practice and relentless study had forged a will like iron.
But the pressure was real.The difference in cultivation was real.
It felt like trudging through wet cement. Without years of physical strengthening from medicinal baths and silver-needle tempering, he would never have reached this point.
Bibi Dong could no longer maintain her earlier composure.
This invisible clash—
She had already lost.
She was forced to dissolve the illusion herself.
Otherwise, Su Cheng would have walked straight into her face.