Chapter 537: High Priest Qian Daoliu Left Speechless by Bibi Dong’s Retort

"Audacious!"

Qian Daoliu let out an angry shout, his oppressive aura crushing down toward the high platform like a collapsing mountain and overwhelming sea.

"You clearly harbor personal motives!"

"What if I harbor personal motives?" Bibi Dong advanced instead of retreating, heavily slamming the Spider Emperor Sceptre into the ground.

"As the Supreme Pontiff, I control the overall situation. Why would I need you to teach me how to do things here?"

Qian Daoliu was so angry that his whole body trembled like a sieve.

The golden Holy Light on his body violently undulated, as if he might erupt and launch an attack at any moment.

The air in the entire main hall froze to the extreme, filled with intense tension!

Qian Daoliu turned his head to look at Qian Renxue standing to the side.

Qian Renxue was biting her lower lip, looking at the two of them with a complex gaze.

In front of his most cherished granddaughter, it would truly be inappropriate to openly trade blows with Bibi Dong in the main hall.

For the sake of Qian Renxue standing aside, he forcibly suppressed his anger.

Qian Daoliu forcibly suppressed the anger in his chest.

He took a deep breath.

With a wave of his sleeve, he reined in the turbulent spirit power within the main hall.

Instead, he brought up another deadlock that concerned Spirit Hall even more.

"Fine, fine, fine. For now, this old man will not argue with you about the 100,000-Year Soul Beast."

"As for Clear Sky Sect, how do you plan to handle it?"

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes slightly.

A trace of deep gravity welled up in the depths of his eyes.

"Back then, after fighting Tang Chen on the peak and being defeated, this old man made an iron vow that Spirit Hall would not deal a fatal blow to them."

"Now, although they appeared and caused a ruckus in the arena, considering the sentiment of an old friend from back then..."

"Old friend?"

Bibi Dong unmercifully interrupted his sentimentality.

Her cold voice was like the flying snow of the Far North.

"That old fellow Tang Chen long ago died in some pile of corpses without anyone knowing."

"You still keep dwelling on a matter with no living proof or testimony."

Bibi Dong sat upright upon the Supreme Pontiff throne.

Her beautiful eyes flickered with undisguised mockery.

"Eight Titled Douluo from Clear Sky Sect openly ran wild in the Great Spirit Arena, shattering the rules of Spirit Hall."

"They injured more than a dozen deacons and bishops of my sect."

"They treat Spirit City as their own back garden where they can come and go as they please."

"And now you actually want to talk to me about sentiment?"

Bibi Dong leaned her body slightly forward.

Her purplish-cyan pupils reflected Qian Daoliu’s stiff old Face.

"Qian Daoliu, make your position clear."

"Are you the High Priest of Spirit Hall, or the security captain of Clear Sky Sect?"

Qian Daoliu was choked by this remark, his beard trembling violently.

An old breath stuck in his throat, unable to be swallowed down or spat out.

Bibi Dong gave the old man no chance to catch his breath at all.

"Now the entire Clear Sky Sect has jumped out to provoke us, yet you still cling to that laughable gentleman’s agreement."

"Must you wait until they bring the Clear Sky Hammer to smash the plaque of your Enshrinement Hall before you are satisfied?"

"Since they dared to lift their turtle shells and run out to court death, they must prepare themselves for total annihilation."

"Could it be that you want to protect this mob of rabble?"

This rapid-fire string of rhetorical questions blasted down, directly backing Qian Daoliu into a corner.

Qian Daoliu’s expression was ashen.

The corners of his mouth twitched a few times.

Looking at the domineering Bibi Dong before him, an indescribable sense of weirdness welled up in his heart.

This woman’s past madness and desire for destruction had vanished.

Replaced by a clear-headed, extremely decisive iron-blooded slaughter.

What on earth was going on with that unhurried, arrogant vigor?

What on earth happened to this woman?

The main hall was pin-drop silent.

Qian Daoliu deeply glanced at Bibi Dong, his gaze extremely complex.

In the end, he let out a long sigh.

"Forget it."

"Times have changed."

"Since they broke the vow of seclusion themselves, this is asking for trouble."

"Do as you see fit."

Qian Daoliu had no intention of staying a moment longer.

He flicked his sleeves and turned around. The golden Holy Light wrapped Qian Renxue within it.

The two figures instantly turned into streams of light, disappearing beyond the dome of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The golden radiance completely dissipated.

The main hall returned to tranquility once more.

Bibi Dong supported her chin with one hand, her slender, fair long legs slightly crossed, and her red lips curved into a breathtaking arc.

Qian Daoliu, this old bone, had backed down and tacitly approved of all her decisions.

This meant that the supreme power of the entire Spirit Hall was completely gathered in her hands alone.

Bibi Dong stroked the cold jade pendant at her waist.

Thinking of last night deep inside her bedchamber, when she had embraced that youth’s neck and made a bold declaration by his ear — "I’ll conquer the entire continent to use as your dowry".

That little scoundrel had smiled brighter than anyone could imagine at that time.

An astonishing dominance burst forth from the depths of Bibi Dong’s eyes.

That was the gaze belonging only to a supreme monarch overlooking the world.

"Someone come."

Her clear voice penetrated the main hall.

Two ink-black shadows gathered out of thin air in the center of the main hall.

Ghost DouluoGui Mei and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan knelt on one knee.

Their expressions were extremely respectful.

"Greetings, Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff!"

Bibi Dong looked down upon the two from above, her tone as cold as ice: "Transmit this seat’s decree."

"Summon the six subordinate elders, mobilize the Spirit Master legions, and notify the four subordinate sects to cooperate with the operation."

"The Spirit Hunting Operation, officially commences!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan swallowed a mouthful of saliva, cautiously testing the waters: "Your Majesty... what is our primary target?"

Bibi Dong sneered: "Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan."

"Those who submit to me will prosper, and those who resist me shall perish."

"Since the Upper Three Sects love standing together as branches of the same tree, then let them continue keeping each other company on the road to the Yellow Springs."

Gui Mei and Yue Guan’s figures trembled, raging fires igniting within their eyes.

"Subordinates obey the command!"

The two black shadows instantly dissolved into the shadows.

Bibi Dong leaned back against the throne, her beautiful eyes gazing far into the direction of Heaven Dou City.

"This continent is due for a new master."

Outside the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The ancient white jade path, silent for thousands of years, stretched endlessly.

Golden sunlight spilled over the towering statues on both sides.

Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue walked one after another on the long flight of steps.

The mountain breeze fluttered their robes.

Qian Daoliu stopped in his tracks.

He turned his head sideways to look at his preoccupied granddaughter beside him.

"Xue’er, did you have something you wanted to ask that woman just now?"

Qian Renxue’s steps paused slightly.

Her slender body cast a long shadow under the golden light.

In her mind, Lin Qingmo’s handsome yet three-parts punchable smiling Face flashed wildly.

As well as Bibi Dong’s completely abnormal tenderness and attachment.

What on earth did those two do?

Qian Renxue’s heart felt as uncomfortable as if it were being scratched by a cat.

But how could she bring up such a mess to her own High Priest grandfather, whose ideological concepts were so conservative?

Could she just say "Grandfather, I suspect my mother hooked up with the youth I had my eyes on"?

That would probably anger the old man to the point of vomiting three liters of blood on the spot.

Qian Renxue took a deep breath of the cool mountain breeze, and in the end, she still shook her head, fiercely suppressing those chaotic personal matters deep in her heart.

"Grandfather, I’m fine."

"I’m just thinking... right now, I am too weak."

Qian Renxue raised her hand.

Looking at the golden angel spirit power condensing in the palm of her slender hand, her gaze flashed with an extremely strong desire to win.

"Losing to Lin Qingmo in the Spirit Master Competition."

"I accept it willingly."

"His seven out-of-spec spirit rings crushed me in every aspect."

Speaking up to this point.

Qian Renxue bit her silver teeth tightly.

"But I will never let him leave me behind forever."

"What false Heaven DouCrown Prince."

"What country-stealing plan."

"In the Face of absolute power, they are all a joke."

(End of Chapter)

[Get +40 Extra Chapters on - P@tr3on "RinBlaze"]

[Every 15 Power Stones = 1 Bonus Chapter Drop]

[Thanks for Reading!]

If you find any errors ( broken links, non-standard content, etc.. ), Please let us know < report chapter > so we can fix it as soon as possible.