"Why did you come?" The gravely injured Qian Xunji held onto his final breath and asked Bibi Dong, who walked in, with difficulty.
Qian Xunji, who had been severely injured by Tang Hao and was hanging onto his last breath, had been brought back by Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo. Even with the support and healing from Spirit Hall elites, Qian Xunji was still in a state of serious injury at this moment, even lifting his hand was difficult.
Without a top-tier healing Martial Soul like the Nine-Hearted Begonia, even with the top-tier Angel Martial Soul, even if it was Spirit Hall, at this time Qian Xunji could only lie down on the bed in a sorry state like fish on a chopping board waiting to be carved.
Peerlessly beautiful features, noble aura. Bibi Dong wore a purple long dress, her long hair tied with a purple ribbon. In her arms was their second daughter — Qian Ranyue.
Although Bibi Dong had just given birth not long ago, she showed no sign of weakness. Her noble and icy beauty at this moment resembled a rose with thorns — beautiful yet carrying deadly poison.
"How could I not come?" Bibi Dong seemed to have heard some kind of joke, her lips curled slightly, yet there was no trace of a smile in her eyes — only madness, hatred, disgust, and intense killing intent.
"Tap, tap, tap…" Bibi Dong walked step by step toward Qian Xunji lying on the bed, holding Qian Ranyue in her arms.
"I came to show you your precious daughter, teacher~!" Bibi Dong looked at Qian Xunji with hatred; the word "teacher" was bitten extremely heavily.
Qian Xunji suddenly sensed something was wrong and hurriedly sat up, pulling his wounds, and couldn't help coughing violently.
"When I recover, I will naturally go to see her. You go back, I need to heal." Qian Xunji pretended to be calm.
"Pu—" Eight purple-black spider spears pierced through Qian Xunji's body in various places.
"Pu—" Qian Xunji spat out fresh blood. The blood had already turned purple-black, and the purple-black blood spat on the bed and ground slowly corroded where it landed.
The originally pale Qian Xunji instantly turned pitch black. Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief — she actually dared to slaughter the Pope inside the Pope Hall? She actually hated him so much that she would commit master-killing!
"Ah—" The poison spread into his heart veins. His original wounds plus Bibi Dong's poison made Qian Xunji want to faint from pain, but perhaps due to the spider venom, he remained conscious, clearly sensing the poison corroding his body and his soul power being devoured bit by bit by Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong stretched out her slender jade hand, grabbing Qian Xunji's cheeks tightly, her eyes bursting with terrifying hatred.
"Painful, isn't it? Qian Xunji, do you know how long I have been waiting for this day?"
Looking at the formerly arrogant man before her now in such a miserable state, Bibi Dong's lips unconsciously revealed a cruel smile.
"Hehe, no matter how much pain you feel now, it does not equal even one ten-thousandth of the torment I endured all these years! It is still not enough to vent the hatred in my heart!"
The spider spears twisted harshly inside Qian Xunji's body, as if gouging flesh from bone. Seeing Qian Xunji's miserable appearance, Bibi Dong's lips curved in mockery, her phoenix eyes full of madness and satisfaction.
Purple-black blood oozed from the holes in Qian Xunji's body, soaking the sacred Pope robes that symbolized supreme status. It also signified the fall of a generation's Pope who possessed the Angel Martial Soul.
Bibi Dong withdrew the spider spears, and her jade hand rubbed fiercely on the bed curtains beside her, as if wiping off filth.
Bibi Dong retracted the madness in her eyes and returned to her noble and cold appearance. She smoothed her dress and gently patted Qian Ranyue's swaddle, as if the last shred of maternal affection was comforting the baby in her arms.
"Now on the Douluo Continent, everyone knows that Haotian Sect's Tang Hao has become the youngest Titled Douluo in Douluo Continent history, titled Haotian. Now he has gravely injured Spirit Hall and killed three Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall, and even the current Pope has fallen to his hands."
Bibi Dong looked coldly at the dying man before her, her long-harbored hatred finally finding some release. "Even the Worship Hall members know this matter~ And right now, your good father, Grand Worship Qian Daoliu, has personally gone to kill Tang Hao to avenge you!"
"Hehe, the current Pope was killed by Tang Hao. After the mourning period, Spirit Hall will select a new Pope. Now, in terms of talent, status, sentiment and reason, public and private — I, the Spirit Hall Saintess, your beloved genius disciple, will become the new Pope of Spirit Hall."
"Teacher, rest in peace. Your position — I, no, I, will gladly accept it."
Bibi Dong watched coldly as Qian Xunji died with unwillingness and anger.
Bibi Dong released her Martial Soul again. Purple-black threads rose slowly in the space, gathering toward Qian Xunji's corpse and wrapping it. Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, one hand still holding Qian Ranyue.
The purple-black threads wrapped Qian Xunji's corpse and converged toward Bibi Dong's surroundings. Her body began to emit a purple-black glow.
After about the time to burn one incense stick, the glow disappeared. Bibi Dong opened her phoenix eyes, a purple light flashing within them. She licked her lips, her once icy face showing satisfaction.
Bibi Dong glanced at the empty Pope Hall, then took a corpse from her Soul Guidance Device and casually tossed it onto the bed. Feeling the soul power that had now reached level 90, she couldn't help but laugh.
"Teacher, oh teacher, farewell forever!"
Bibi Dong turned and put away her smile, slowly walking out of the Pope Hall. Suddenly, she stared in disbelief at the figure at the end of the corridor. Bibi Dong subconsciously tightened her hold on Qian Ranyue, as if her blood froze.
"Give Yue'er to me." Qian Daoliu forcefully suppressed the turbulent soul power in his body and commanded Bibi Dong in a low voice.
Bibi Dong did not speak. She didn't know when Qian Daoliu returned — wasn't he pursuing Tang Hao? But regardless, he would never let go of the murderer who killed his son. Bibi Dong held Qian Ranyue tightly, weighing if she had a chance to survive by using her daughter.
"Bibi Dong, Xue'er and Yue'er cannot be without a mother. I will not kill you. But Yue'er and Xue'er must be handed to the Worship Hall. I will personally raise them."
Qian Daoliu instantly saw through Bibi Dong's thoughts. He did not dare gamble — this woman was ruthless, always seeing Qian Renxue and Qian Ranyue as her shame. He had no doubt that if he attacked her, she would use her own children as bargaining chips without hesitation.
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Daoliu warily, weighing the truth of his words. If she handed over Qian Ranyue, she would truly be fish ready to be carved by others.
"Bibi Dong, what Jizi (Xunji) did to you back then, I could not stop. Now karma has come. He was gravely injured by Tang Hao, and while I pursued Tang Hao, you killed him. I also could not stop it. This is the cause he planted, the result he had to accept."
Qian Daoliu looked at this woman. Back when Qian Xunji took her as a disciple, she revealed her twin Martial Souls and astonishing Martial Soul theory talent, rising to become Spirit Hall's Saintess. In those days, she was full of spirit. Now, things had changed completely.
"The Pope's position is still yours. I hope you can do well and not disgrace Spirit Hall. Since you do not wish to acknowledge Xue'er and Yue'er, I will personally raise them into adulthood."
Qian Daoliu stepped forward and gently took Qian Ranyue from her arms, giving Bibi Dong one deep look.
"You had better conduct yourself well."
Qian Daoliu's figure gradually disappeared.
Bibi Dong looked at the empty corridor. Moonlight illuminated the dim hallway. Bibi Dong stepped out of the shadows, bathed in moonlight. "Since I am controlled by others, then I will become stronger. A Titled Douluo is not enough — then Super Douluo, and if Super Douluo is not enough, then— reach godhood at level 100!"