Chapter 23 Bibi Dong is shocked: Qian Daobai is still alive?!
He was a young man dressed in a white robe, tall and upright, with an otherworldly air, who seemed out of place in the bustling street scene.
Beside him was an incredibly beautiful girl, wearing a white dress and with dazzling blonde hair.
Ma Hongjun's breathing stopped instantly.
That face! That figure!
He would recognize it even if it were reduced to ashes!
A surge of overwhelming hatred shot from the depths of his heart to the top of his head, instantly turning his eyes bloodshot. These two people—they were the ones who killed Teacher Zhao!
He forcefully suppressed the urge to rush forward and fight to the death, clenching his fists tightly until his nails dug deep into his palms. The stinging pain kept him barely maintaining a sliver of rationality.
This is the main road of Tiandou City; there are too many people here, so we can't make a move.
He lowered the brim of his hat, like a shadow trailing far ahead.
The two walked side by side, their posture relaxed, as if they were sightseeing, showing no sign of vigilance whatsoever. They eventually entered a restaurant called "Zuiyunlou".
"I've finally found you."
Ma Hongjun squeezed out a few words through gritted teeth, his voice sharp and somewhat distorted, his face contorted with undisguised ferocity and resentment.
Without pausing, he turned and left, his massive body squeezing a path through the crowd as he rushed toward the hotel where they were staying at an unprecedented speed.
...
In the courtyard where the Shrek group rented.
"Bang!"
The door was kicked open from the outside, and Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing immediately stood up alertly.
Ma Hongjun rushed in, breathless, his chubby face flushed red with excitement and anger.
"I saw him!"
Oscar, who was talking to Ning Rongrong, was taken aback upon hearing this.
"who?"
"The murderer who killed Teacher Zhao!" Ma Hongjun roared, his voice filled with barely suppressed excitement.
"It's right here in Tiandou City!"
Upon hearing this, the air in the entire room seemed to freeze.
A glint of cunning flashed in Dai Mubai's eyes as he stepped forward and grabbed Ma Hongjun's shoulder.
"really?"
"Absolutely true! They went into a restaurant called 'Zuiyunlou'!" Ma Hongjun nodded vigorously.
"OK."
Dai Mubai took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.
"Let's discuss countermeasures now, how do we surround and kill him?"
The crowd immediately surrounded them, each with a grim killing intent on their face.
Xiao Wu, who had been sitting quietly in the corner, shook her cute bunny ears, her big eyes darted around, and suddenly spoke.
"I think we should test his strength first."
She stood up and stretched her wrists.
"In that case, I'll seduce him; my wrestling skills are pretty good."
Upon hearing the word "seduction," Oscar and Dai Mubai's expressions both became somewhat strange.
Ma Hongjun slapped his thigh and immediately agreed.
"Sister Xiaowu's idea is great!"
He said through gritted teeth.
"That person looks very young; he probably doesn't have much strength."
Xiao Wu chuckled twice, appearing very confident.
"Don't worry, trust in my abilities."
"Everyone, find a place to ambush him outside the city. I'll find an opportunity to lure him to the outskirts, where there are fewer people and it'll be a good place to make my move."
A morbid sense of pleasure welled up in Ma Hongjun's heart.
Teacher Zhao... I will avenge you soon.
And me... I must make him taste the humiliation I suffered!
"That's the plan!" Dai Mubai made the final decision. "We'll go outside the city to make arrangements immediately. Xiao Wu, be careful in everything you do!"
"clear!"
The Shrek Academy members sprang into action, and a massive net of revenge against Qian Daobai was quietly unfurled.
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at the same time.
Spirit Hall.
Deep within the Elders' Hall.
This is one of the most sacred places on the entire continent, where a statue of a six-winged angel is enshrined, and it is shrouded in holy golden light all year round.
The place was empty and silent, with only the occasional fluctuations of soul power proving the power of its owner.
A magnificent papal robe trailed on the ground as Bibi Dong appeared outside the palace gates. She tidied her appearance and slowly walked inside.
In the center of the hall, an elderly man with white hair and beard sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, as if he had merged with the angel statue behind him.
It was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall, a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
"The Grand Offering".
Bibi Dong bowed slightly, her voice clear and respectful.
Qian Daoliu did not respond immediately. After a long while, he slowly opened his eyes.
"Your Holiness the Pope."
His voice was equally calm, carrying a profound weight that comes with the passage of time.
Bibi Dong raised her head, looked directly at this nominal elder, and got straight to the point.
"Let me take a look at your ancestral hall."
Qian Daoliu's gaze remained unchanged.
"what ever."
After that, Qian Daoliu ignored Bibi Dong and slowly closed his eyes to recuperate.
Bibi Dong remained silent, her purple eyes filled with countless thoughts.
Her gaze unconsciously swept across the hall, passing over the enormous angel statues and the candlesticks burning with golden flames.
Finally, the image settled on a painting in the corner.
The painting was shrouded in a golden halo of soul power, making it appear somewhat blurry, yet it exuded an indescribable sacredness.
As if guided by some unseen force, she took a step and slowly walked over.
As the distance closes, the faces of the people in the painting become clearer.
He was a young man, dressed in white, handsome and dashing, with an innate arrogance between his brows.
Bibi Dong's steps suddenly stopped.
Her pupils suddenly contracted.
"This person..."
She stretched out her slender fingers, almost touching the cold painting, her voice trembling slightly without her even realizing it.
"He looks exactly like that person."
Qian Daoliu's older brother, and Qian Renxue's master?!
An aged yet calm voice sounded from behind.
Are you interested in this painting?
Qian Daoliu had stood up at some point and walked to her side.
His gaze fell on the painting, and a ripple appeared in his normally calm eyes.
"This is my elder brother," he said slowly, his voice lowering, "Qian Daobai. This is what he looked like when he was young."
In Qian Daoliu's eyes, there was an unconcealable sadness and longing.
Bibi Dong was startled and understood.
It was him.
In that legend, his talent even surpassed that of Qian Daoliu, and he was hailed as the most likely genius among the angels to inherit the divine position in tens of thousands of years.
Unfortunately, fate was cruel to this talented man, and he died young.
"It's him."
Bibi Dong responded softly, her tone devoid of any emotion.
She withdrew her gaze, turned to the side, and the magnificent papal robe traced an elegant arc.
"The Grand Offering".
"I want to be alone for a while and think about some things."
Qian Daoliu glanced at her but didn't ask any further questions.
He glanced one last time at his brother in the painting and sighed softly.
Such extraordinary talent, yet it flashed by like a shooting star, leaving this world far too soon.
What a pity.
He shook his head, turned around, and his hunched figure disappeared into the shadows of the main hall.
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