Chapter 55 Long Lingfei Has a Divine Inheritance? Bibi Dong Goes Mad: Wait for Me to Inherit the Rakshasa Godhood.
"His martial soul and his domain both contain an extremely high power of law.
Especially his last move, 'Dragon Emperor's Judgment,' that sense of destruction and ending he definitely possesses something that doesn't belong to mortals."
Qian Daoliu said with a heavy expression.
Upon hearing this, all the elders present felt a chill.
Because Qian Daoliu was the Grand Elder of the Angel God, he had come into contact with divine power.
Therefore, everyone believed him without hesitation.
But, something that doesn't belong to mortals?
What else could it be?
Only a divine inheritance, or some kind of supreme treasure related to the gods!
For a moment, there was not a sound in the entire hall of worship. A heavy boulder weighed on everyone's hearts.
A peerless genius who possesses the Soul Core Technique, twin martial souls, multiple 100,000-year soul rings, and may also be burdened with a divine opportunity what can the Douluo Continent use to contend with such an enemy?
On the celestial arena, Bibi Dong struggled to rise from the ground, her purple eyes burning with fierce resentment.
She, the Pope of Douluo Continent, a peerless genius with twin martial souls, had been defeated, and defeated so utterly.
That final move, "Dragon Emperor's Judgment," had made her experience true death.
It was an annihilation originating from the very laws of existence, one that even an "immortal body" could not withstand.
Just then, two soft golden pillars of light descended from the sky, enveloping Long Lingfei and Bibi Dong respectively.
Warm energy flowed rapidly within the pillars.
The deep, bone-revealing wound on Long Lingfei's chest healed at a visible speed, his depleted soul power instantly replenished.
On the other side, Bibi Dong was like a withered tree reborn; her shattered martial soul body was reshaped, her weakened aura steadily rising, and she instantly returned to her peak condition.
Physical injuries were healed, but the wounds to their hearts deepened.
A flash of light, and the two vanished from the Sky Arena, teleported back to their original locations.
The Papal Palace.
Space distorted slightly, and Bibi Dong appeared out of thin air, landing steadily before the Papal Throne.
Deathly silence filled the hall.
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, standing on either side, trembled violently the moment they saw Bibi Dong appear.
Almost instinctively, they lowered their heads further, not daring to breathe.
They could clearly sense that Her Majesty the Pope was like a volcano about to erupt.
Although her expression was calm, even more so than before the battle, beneath that calm lay a raging fire of rage and humiliation capable of burning the entire continent.
Bibi Dong didn't speak, but simply took steps, slowly ascending the steps.
"Thump...thump...thump..."
The sound of her high heels striking the ground echoed in the empty hall, like the death knell tolling on Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo's hearts.
Finally, Bibi Dong sat down on her throne, her slender fingers resting lightly on the armrest.
She closed her eyes, her mind replaying Long Lingfei's cold, condescending gaze and those disdainful words.
"The wailing of the loser, I allow."
"But your strength is insufficient for me to hear your wailing."
*Crack!*
A crisp sound rang out as she crushed a crack in the armrest of the throne, crafted from hard metal!
Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo trembled violently again, cold sweat instantly soaking their backs.
They knew this was the calm before the storm.
"Long... Ling... Fei..."
Bibi Dong finally spoke, her voice icy and piercing, each word seemingly squeezed out from between her teeth, filled with boundless killing intent and hatred.
"Sun and Moon Continent... Soul Core Technique..."
Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes, a crazed light flashing in her purple pupils.
"Very good! Excellent! I will remember this humiliation! When I, the Rakshasa God, achieve my divine status, I will surely reduce your Sun Moon Continent, along with you, Long Lingfei, to dust beneath my divine throne!"
Bibi Dong's voice echoed in the hall, the terrifying resentment and killing intent causing the temperature in the entire Papal Palace to plummet to freezing.
Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing deep fear in each other's eyes.
—Meanwhile, in the Sun Moon Empire, the capital, Mingdu. In stark contrast to the deathly silence of the Douluo Continent and the oppressive atmosphere of the Papal Palace, Mingdu was currently immersed in a sea of revelry.
Inside the Hall of Worship, the lights were blazing.
When Long Lingfei's figure appeared with the spatial fluctuations, the entire hall instantly erupted in thunderous cheers and applause.
"Welcome back, Grand Elder Long!"
"Great Grand Elder is mighty! Long live the Empire!"
Emperor Wei Ang of the Sun Moon Empire, dressed in a magnificent dragon robe, quickly descended from his seat, his face radiating uncontrollable excitement and joy, and personally greeted him.
"Hahaha! Ling Fei, my Chief Elder! You truly haven't disappointed me, haven't disappointed the entire Empire!"
Wei Ang patted Long Ling Fei's shoulder forcefully, his eyes filled with admiration and praise.
"Defeating Bibi Dong, the Pope of Douluo Continent! What an honor! You have rendered unparalleled service to my Sun Moon Empire!"
Behind Wei Ang, Ning Junlan, with her elegant and noble demeanor and a touch of heroism in her eyes, also walked over.
"Elder Long, you've worked hard."
Ning Junlan's voice was gentle yet powerful.
"After this battle, the morale of Douluo Continent will inevitably plummet, while the hearts of our Empire's soldiers and civilians will be united like never before. The significance of your battle goes far beyond the victory or defeat on the arena."
Long Ling Fei looked at Ning Junlan, suddenly paused, and a unique emotion welled up in his eyes.
A blush flashed across Ning Junlan's face, and she turned her head away.
Wei Ang saw this and simply smiled.
Long Ling Fei was about to say something.
The other titled powerhouses of the empire surrounded him.
Their eyes, filled with genuine awe and fervor, looked at Long Lingfei.
"Long Shangshou's final move, 'Dragon Emperor's Judgment,' was simply a miracle! Bibi Dong was utterly powerless before you!"
"That's right! What Douluo Pope, what Twin Martial Souls—before the Soul Core Technique of our empire and Long Shangshou's absolute strength, they're nothing but a joke!"
Despite the congratulations and praise, Long Lingfei's expression remained indifferent.
He glanced at Ning Junlan's beautiful figure with some regret.
Long Lingfei simply nodded slightly and calmly said, "Your Majesty, Sect Master Ning, you all flatter me."
Long Lingfei paused, his gaze sweeping across the entire hall. His voice, though not loud, clearly reached everyone's ears:
"That Bibi Dong is stronger than I imagined. She borrowed external forces and briefly touched the threshold of demigod; she's quite a figure."
The crowd was stunned upon hearing this, then their admiration deepened.
In their view, Long Lingfei was elevating his opponent to demonstrate his own humility.
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