vncnus Chapter 745 Shameless Scoundrel
Chapter 745 Shameless Scoundrel
Chapter 745 Shameless Scoundrel
In a remote valley road within the Kingdom of Barak.
Tang Hao unleashed his full power, using the Great Sumeru Hammer Ring-Exploding Technique to repel the combined attack of Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Poison Douluo Dugu Bo, and Serpent Spear Douluo She Long. After vomiting three liters of blood, he successfully escaped.
Yue Guan, Dugu Bo, and She Long did not pursue, confirming that Tang Hao had escaped and had no strength left to attack the Spirit Hall group. They then withdrew their spirits and concealed their auras.
Yue Guan returned to the carriage and served as a coachman and guard for Ye Qifeng and the seven girls from the Spirit Hall's second team.
Dugu Bo and She Long did not linger. They used their soul power to ask Ye Qifeng for instructions and, upon receiving confirmation that the mission was complete, they each departed.
The two returned north together, only parting ways upon reaching Tiandou City.
Dugu Bo flew to Sunset Forest to return to his herb garden and continue his cultivation. At the same time, he assisted Golden Crocodile Douluo, who had not yet recovered from the corruption caused by the aura of the Asura God, in guarding the Ice and Fire Yin-Yang Eye.
She Long then returned to the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace to assist Qian Renxue in carrying out her plan to seize power from the Heaven Dou Empire and prepare for the Spirit Hall's plan to unify the continent.
Tang Hao fled in defeat, and Dugu Bo and She Long had just left when Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo arrived.
The three of them—Dragon Lord Meng Shu, Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang, and Meng Yiran—were a little slower, but they still followed closely behind.
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo were clearly there to gather intelligence.
Faced with the two men's feigned sincerity and veiled probing, Ye Qifeng and Yue Guan naturally didn't say anything more, let alone reveal any information about She Long to them. They simply politely sent them away.
The three of them—Dragon Lord Meng Shu, Snake Lady Chao Tianxiang, and Meng Yiran—genuinely wanted to help, but by the time they arrived at the scene, the battle was already over.
After all, it was a battle between Super Douluo, and the situation could change in an instant, with the outcome decided in a matter of moments.
Of course, if it's not a life-or-death struggle, but merely a friendly spar, it's perfectly acceptable to fight for several days and nights, or even ten days, half a month, or several months without a clear winner.
Unfortunately, this battle was not a mere skirmish; it was a fight to the death, a battle that determined both the victor and the vanquished. Hesitation would lead to defeat.
Whether it's Yue Guan, Dugu Bo, She Long, or Tang Hao, they all unleash powerful moves, decisive and ruthless, each aimed at taking the opponent's life.
Therefore, the battle came quickly and suddenly, but it also ended quickly. The three generations of the family—Dragon Duke Meng Shu, Snake Granny Chao Tianxiang, and Meng Yiran—did not make it in time.
Faced with the heartfelt help from the three generations of the family, Ye Qifeng was naturally grateful and treated them with courtesy.
Meng Yiran, in particular, had such obvious worry and anxiety in her eyes that Ye Qifeng couldn't help but be moved. He had no choice but to leave her behind to travel with him in order to soothe her uneasy heart.
Sitting in the carriage, Ye Qifeng looked up in the direction of Wuhun City and murmured to himself:
"My own troubles are resolved; now it's up to my teacher. That useless master should have arrived in Spirit City by now."
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The doors to the council hall opened, and Yu Xiaogang stared intently into the room, but to his bewilderment, he did not see the beautiful figure who had once captivated him.
Only a fragrant breeze wafted through the spacious hall.
The fragrance was intoxicating and refreshing. Yu Xiaogang's stiff old face involuntarily revealed a look of intoxication, but he did not notice at all that a stunningly beautiful figure had silently appeared on the papal throne at the very top of the council hall.
It was a woman, not particularly tall, about 1.75 meters.
Her height is only slightly above average among all female Soul Masters in Douluo Continent, but she looks extremely young, appearing to be in her early twenties.
Little did people know that she was actually over fifty years old, but her powerful cultivation gave her a long lifespan and allowed her to maintain a youthful appearance.
The woman had long, smooth, pinkish-purple hair, which was casually tied behind her head with a hairband and fell to her slender waist.
A magnificent purple robe with gold trim clung to her body from head to toe, outlining her curvaceous figure. The nine-curved purple-gold crown on her head shone brightly, giving her an air of supreme nobility.
Her fair skin and near-perfect features made her stand out from the crowd.
Perfect, noble, elegant, serene—it seems that no beautiful words in the world are sufficient to describe her beauty.
In particular, the intangible nobility and holiness emanating from them makes people feel compelled to worship them.
This extraordinary and stunning woman is none other than our heroine, the supreme ruler of the Spirit Hall, the current Pope, and also the future founder of the Spirit Empire, the Empress Bibi Dong.
It should be said that, apart from Bibi Dong, there is no other person in the world with such a perfect appearance and such a unique temperament.
Bibi Dong sat reclining on the soft, comfortable papal throne, her long, slender, white hands supporting her chin, her long, white legs crossed and slightly raised, and her feet adorned with a pair of light purple crystal high heels, exuding a captivating charm.
Beneath her slender, willow-leaf eyebrows were a pair of pale purple eyes filled with a mysterious radiance. At this moment, she was looking down at Yu Xiaogang with indifference, as if she were looking at an insignificant ant, without the slightest emotion.
Beside the papal throne, a scepter about two meters long, inlaid with countless jewels, stood quietly in a groove in the ground, upright.
It is the papal scepter, which symbolizes the supreme authority of the Spirit Hall.
"I heard you wanted to see me?"
Just as Yu Xiaogang was staring intently at the entrance of the council hall, eagerly awaiting what was to come, Bibi Dong suddenly spoke.
A gentle and pleasant voice can easily give people a feeling of being bathed in a spring breeze, and Yu Xiaogang is no exception.
The long-lost voice came from behind him, both familiar and unfamiliar. Yu Xiaogang's body almost froze instantly. He felt stunned, bewildered, and melancholy, but mostly excited.
He resisted the urge to immediately turn around and look back, slowly turning his head back, looking extremely stiff. Finally, he saw a stunningly beautiful woman in the deep part of the council hall, on the papal throne above the high platform, bathed in purple light.
If it wasn't Bibi Dong, who else could it be?
The moment Yu Xiaogang saw Bibi Dong, his eyes widened in disbelief.
To his shock and surprise, the other person's appearance showed no signs of aging at all; on the contrary, they looked as young as they did back then, or even younger.
Even though the other person is a year older than me and should be over fifty, how can they still look so young?
Yu Xiaogang was dumbfounded.
Twenty years have passed, and Bibi Dong is still the same Bibi Dong, with the same appearance, but her temperament has undergone tremendous changes.
The naivety of her youth has long since faded, replaced by a mature charm. She looks more perfect, more noble, more elegant, and more serene.
More importantly, Bibi Dong possessed an unprecedented air of authority, which subtly exerted immense psychological pressure on Yu Xiaogang, making him hesitant to look at her more than a few times.
Bibi Dong may appear gentle and beautiful, but she is, after all, the youngest pope in the history of the Spirit Hall, having assumed the position of pope before the age of forty.
Having held a high position for many years, the majesty of a female pope is far more than that.
Upon seeing this, Yu Xiaogang almost knelt down on the spot.
Bibi Dong, on the other hand, sat regally on the papal throne on the high platform, looking down from above with a holy and majestic air, appearing incredibly tall and imposing.
Yu Xiaogang sat in a secluded corner, looking up at the platform above. He felt as insignificant as an ant, and couldn't help but feel inferior and fearful.
Their gazes met in mid-air without any sparks flying. Bibi Dong's emotions remained completely unmoved as she stared at Yu Xiaogang with indifference and ruthlessness.
Although Bibi Dong spoke first, she didn't say "You've come," but rather asked a question devoid of any emotion.
"I heard you wanted to see me?"
These words were still echoing in the council hall.
Looking at the young and beautiful Bibi Dong on the papal throne, Yu Xiaogang's expression was incredibly complex, containing memories, regret, longing, and hatred, but even more so, covetousness and greed.
Yu Xiaogang's throat bobbed, making his voice hoarse. He placed his hands on the table in front of him, stood up, walked to the center of the hall, forced a hint of tenderness in his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice:
"Yes, I've come. It's been twenty years. How have you been?"
As he said this, Yu Xiaogang stared intently at Bibi Dong, thinking to himself that with Bibi Dong's soft-hearted nature, hearing his kind and gentle voice, full of tenderness and charm, would surely move her to tears.
However, he didn't know that Bibi Dong was no longer the naive Bibi Dong she used to be, and that she had already seen through his true colors.
Hearing his words, I felt not moved at all, but rather disgusted.
Bibi Dong sat comfortably on the papal throne, her expression unchanged, coldly looking down at Yu Xiaogang, and said indifferently:
"What's wrong with being above ten thousand people?"
"As the ruler of the Spirit Hall, even the emperors of two great empires would show me deference. Do you think I have anything wrong with that?"
Hearing Bibi Dong's cold reply, Yu Xiaogang was stunned for a moment, slightly surprised and dissatisfied. After thinking for a moment, he sighed and then said in a tone that implied "I understand you very well":
"Bibi Dong, I know the pain in your heart."
However, these words only earned him a cold snort from Bibi Dong:
"Hmph—, Bibi Dong? You think you can call me that?"
At the same time, a tremendous pressure of soul power suddenly erupted from Bibi Dong, abruptly enveloping Yu Xiaogang and pressing him down with a thud.
Looking at Yu Xiaogang's inexplicably confident face and listening to his self-righteous words, Bibi Dong was truly disgusted. Instinctively, she released her soul power pressure and gave him a small lesson.
Everything happened so suddenly, or rather, it was useless to defend against it. A level 29 Great Soul Master had absolutely no ability to resist the soul power of a level 98 peak Super Douluo.
"Bibi Dong, you..."
Caught off guard, he was suddenly prostrate on the ground. Yu Xiaogang's pupils contracted sharply, completely unprepared for Bibi Dong's treatment of him.
"Um?"
Yu Xiaogang was about to say something, but was stopped by Bibi Dong's cold gaze. The terrifying pressure of her soul power pressed him to the ground, rendering him unable to move. Bibi Dong said coldly and ruthlessly:
"Remember! You are not qualified to call Bibi Dong by that name. Please call me Pope, or Your Majesty."
"Yes, Your Holiness the Pope."
Pain flowed from his eyes, and his body felt as if it were carrying a mountain on its back, making it hard to breathe. Yu Xiaogang felt extremely humiliated, but he had no choice but to lower his head and agree.
Bibi Dong then withdrew her soul power pressure and inquired about Yu Xiaogang's purpose in requesting to see her, but her voice still sounded icy cold:
"Speak, what brings you to see me, the Pope?"
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, trying his best to suppress the turbulent emotions in his heart. Even he himself did not expect that Bibi Dong would treat him like this, and the humiliation in his heart almost made him lose control.
Gritting his teeth, Yu Xiaogang got up, straightened his clothes, and looked at Bibi Dong with a hint of fear in his eyes. However, he still tried to remain calm, believing that Bibi Dong was just deliberately trying to embarrass him.
Yu Xiaogang shook his hand, forcing himself to regain his composure and concealing any excess emotion in his eyes, before speaking:
"Your Holiness, I have come here with a request. I hope you can help me out of consideration for our past relationship."
"Oh? Beg me? Heh!"
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and sneered inwardly.
She was actually quite clear about Yu Xiaogang's purpose all along.
Long before Yu Xiaogang arrived in Wuhun City, her beloved disciple Ye Qifeng had already foreseen this and specifically reminded her of it.
However, Yu Xiaogang did not possess the ability to foresee the future, nor did he know that Bibi Dong already knew everything. Without much thought, he hurriedly revealed his purpose:
"Your Holiness, I would like to know how you overcame the challenge of having twin martial souls."
"Also, I've heard that the Spirit Hall has mastered a method for absorbing spirit rings that surpasses the theoretical limits of a spirit master's endurance. Could you tell me about it as well?"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's pupils contracted slightly:
"Just as Xiao Feng predicted. This good-for-nothing came for the secret of twin martial souls, and not only that, he also coveted the method of absorbing soul rings beyond the limit."
"If Xiao Feng hadn't reminded me, I wouldn't have known that this good-for-nothing could be so shameless."
"You think you can trick me out of my hands just because we used to be friends? Hah, you wish!"
As her thoughts raced, a dangerous glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and she said in a cold tone:
"This is a top secret of the Spirit Hall; you neither need nor have the right to know."
After speaking, without waiting for Yu Xiaogang to reply, she flipped her hand and took out a token, staring at Yu Xiaogang with icy eyes:
"Or do you want to find out the secrets of the Spirit Hall and then sell them to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School?"
"This papal decree, isn't it the one from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School? How did it end up in your hands? Can you explain that, Master?"