Chapter 143: Killing with a Borrowed Knife?
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression changed slightly, and she slowly stood up from the throne.
"Your Majesty, do you need me to go to Heaven Dou City to confirm?" At this moment, Ju Douluo Yue Guan beside her stepped forward and bowed slightly.
Bibi Dong waved her hand and said in a cold voice:
"No, what's the point if you go and find out that Tang San is really hiding in this Blue Tyrant Academy? After all, they are now in Heaven Dou City, and Tang Hao is hiding in the dark."
Having said that, she swept her gaze over everyone in the hall, and a deep look flashed in her eyes.
"As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, it's impossible for me to personally lead people to the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire. If there's too much noise, it will definitely attract the attention of the Heaven Dou Imperial Family. At that time, it might even affect our future plans."
"If I send you, are you a match for Tang Hao?"
Ju Douluo said somewhat unwillingly: "Your Majesty, are we just going to let Tang San go? He... he is Tang Hao's son. Once he grows up, I'm afraid..."
Before he could finish his words, Bibi Dong sneered and raised her hand to interrupt, "Some problems are difficult for us to solve, so let others solve them. If we can use Tang Hao to eliminate one or two of them... this will also be considered a disguised way to weaken the influence of the Worship Hall on me."
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Ju Douluo looked puzzled.
Bibi Dong waved her hand and said with a smile, "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Yue Guan, please accompany me to the Worship Hall."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, Ju Douluo was stunned for a moment, then a gleam of light flashed in his eyes. He seemed to understand something and immediately nodded.
The Worship Hall is located at the top of the Spirit Hall's sacred mountain. It has a majestic aura of reaching the top of the world. The towering hall stands above the sea of clouds, as if connected to the sky.
In the very center of the hall stands a statue of a six-winged angel.
This statue is more than ten meters tall and is golden all over. Under the illumination of the eternal lamp in the temple, it exudes a sacred and majestic light. Three pairs of huge wings stretch out from the back of the statue, and each feather is carved vividly.
The statue was holding a huge golden sword in its hand, with the tip of the sword pointing to the sky. There was also a faint golden flame around it, making the entire hall solemn and dignified.
To reach the Worship Hall, one needs to climb thousands of steps on the Spirit Hall's sacred mountain.
As they got closer to the Worship Hall, Bibi Dong felt more and more disgusted.
As the successor of the Rakshasa God, she was surrounded by the cold aura of death, while this place represented the pure power of the angel of light. The two were naturally opposed to each other. With every step closer, she felt the Rakshasa power in her body stirring faintly.
The omnipresent golden light made her feel a little suffocated, and the sacred aura in the air was like countless fine needles, constantly pricking her skin.
"Angel God?! Humph... Sooner or later..."
Bibi Dong frowned slightly, and a barely perceptible purple-black light flashed in her eyes. Then she completely isolated herself from this disgusting light power.
There were two people standing in the Worship Hall at this moment.
The leader was an old man with blond hair.
His figure was as straight as a pine tree, his long golden hair draped over his shoulders like sunshine, and his whole body was filled with a natural and pure aura of light.
The light was not dazzling, but it gave people a kind of sacred pressure that could not be desecrated.
The blond old man just stood there quietly, as if he was the center of the entire hall, making people involuntarily feel like worshipping him.
He is Qian Daoliu, the master of the Worship Hall, the guardian of the God of Angels, known as the invincible in the sky, and is known as the two mountains of the Soul Master world together with Tang Chen, the first master of the Clear Sky Sect.
Beside Qian Daoliu stood an extremely burly old man wearing a golden robe. He was the second worshiper of the Worship Hall, the Golden Crocodile Douluo, whose soul power was as high as level ninety-eight.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed slightly, as if he had noticed something. He suddenly spoke to Qian Daoliu, who was standing beside him under the six-winged angel statue, "Brother, doesn't that woman always hate this place? Why is she in the mood to come here today?"
"I don't know either, maybe something happened." Hearing this, Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, frowned slightly, and said.
Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly and said with a little dissatisfaction:
"Brother, you bravely pushed this woman to the position of Pope against all odds, but now she's secretly cultivating her own power within the Spirit Hall. With the exception of these few old men in our Worship Hall, almost all the other Titled Douluo have already submitted to her. If she continues like this, I'm afraid we'll have no more..."
Qian Daoliu frowned and raised his hand to stop Golden Crocodile Douluo from continuing.
"Bibi Dong is very talented and has quite good skills. Before Xiaoxue fully grows up, she can still be of use."
As he spoke, he looked calmly towards the direction of the temple gate, "Don't worry, as long as we old guys are still here, she won't be able to completely control the Spirit Hall."
At this moment, the door of the Worship Hall was suddenly pushed open.
The next second.
The figures of Bibi Dong and Ju Douluo appeared in the sight of Qian Daoliu and the others.
Seeing the newcomers, Golden Crocodile Douluo's face suddenly turned cold, and he took a step forward.
Immediately afterward, a tremendous pressure was released from his body, like a substantial golden torrent, sweeping towards the two of them, causing the air in the entire hall to freeze.
The overwhelming pressure came, and Ju Douluo was instantly suppressed to the point that he couldn't even lift his feet.
Bibi Dong raised a disdainful arc at the corner of her mouth, and a purple-black soul power ripple suddenly rose around her body, directly repelling the terrifying pressure.
The two forces of pressure collided violently in the center of the hall, emitting an invisible buzzing sound.
After a moment of stalemate, the pressure suddenly dissipated, and Golden Crocodile Douluo and Bibi Dong took a step back at the same time, the stone slabs under their feet cracking slightly.
"Second Worshiper, what do you mean?" Bibi Dong asked with an unhappy look on her face.
Hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled slightly and whispered, "Please forgive me, Your Holiness. I have been in this Worship Hall for too long and couldn't find anyone to spar with. I lost control of myself for a moment."
Although he apologized, there was no regret in his eyes.
Instead, it had a hint of provocation.
"Can't find anyone to spar with? That's great, then I'll find someone for you to spar with." Hearing this, a cold arc appeared at the corner of Bibi Dong's mouth.
Then, she raised her hand and waved it, and a piece of cloth inlaid with gold edges flew out of the air like a sharp blade, shooting straight into the face of Golden Crocodile Douluo.
"Hmph! What is that?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly, raised his hand, and accurately grasped the cloth in his hand. Then, he lowered his head to look at the cloth, frowning slightly.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu beside Golden Crocodile Douluo also looked at the cloth.
In just a moment, both of their expressions changed simultaneously.
Slowly raising his head, Qian Daoliu looked towards Bibi Dong not far away and said with a hint of doubt:
"His surname is Tang, and his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass? And it's also innately full soul power. How is this possible? Could it be that his Blue Silver Grass has mutated? Or does he have... twin martial souls!?"
"His father's name is... Tang... Hao!?"
Then, when he saw that Tang San's father was named Tang Hao, his face changed again, and the hand that had just grasped the cloth tightened slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped.
"You're not mistaken. This Tang San is the son of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao. I've already fought Tang Hao, but unfortunately he escaped."
Bibi Dong nodded, with a faint sneer on the corner of her lips.
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