Bibi Dong and Yu Xiaogang

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"Ask him to scram."

Bibi Dong said coldly. The murderous aura in her voice was threatening, causing the Guardian Knights below to tremble with fear.

"Yes … yes, Your Holiness."

The Guardian Knight really could not understand why the usually calm and gentle His Majesty the Pope would suddenly fly into such a rage. He did not dare to ask any more questions and hurriedly left the main hall, preparing to chase away that stinking idiot named Yu Xiaogang.

However, just as the Guardian Knight stepped out of the great hall, he saw Yu Xiaogang calmly walking over, holding a sparkling token in his hand. There were six patterns engraved on it.

"Pope's Token."

The Guardian Knight was shocked and hurriedly knelt on the ground. He didn't dare to block Master's path. In the Martial Spirit Hall, the Pope's Token had the same authority as the Pope. Only Titled Douluo elders could have the supreme Pope's Token.

Seeing the Pope's Token was equivalent to seeing the Pope himself. No one dared to treat it lightly.

In the great hall, Bibi Dong's expression was cold. She sat high on the throne, and her pitch-black eyes were emotionless. She looked down indifferently at the bearded middle-aged man. She didn't say a word, and her eyes were cold.

The middle-aged man's face was numb. He looked up at the beautiful woman on the throne, and his eyes were filled with complex emotions. All the apologies, pain, and hatred merged in the end and turned into a long sigh.

"Long time no see, Bibi Dong," Master said a little sadly.

"Please call me Pope, or Your Holiness." Bibi Dong stared coldly at Master. Her gentle voice was bone-chilling, and it was like a snowstorm, causing Master to shiver.

"Yes, Your Holiness," Master said painfully.

"Yu Xiaogang, Yu Xiaogang, how do you still have the face to see me?"

Bibi Dong looked coldly at the man below, and the corner of her mouth was full of mockery.

"I heard that you reunited with Liu Erlong recently. Good, good. Hahaha, what a loving couple. The two of you can be said to be even closer, because … the two of you are family."

The cold words provoked Master, and his eyes became bloodshot. He gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. Angry and painful words were squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Ai, I know you hate me, and can't wait to cut me into pieces. I've let you and Erlong down. I'm a useless person. I can't give you happiness, and Erlong's hope. I'm, I'm a complete scum."

Hearing Master's confession, Bibi Dong's face was still cold. She didn't say a word, like a piece of ice that wouldn't melt for ten thousand years. She looked at Master as if she was looking at a stranger, calm and indifferent.

If it was in the past, Bibi Dong would have burst into tears on the spot if he saw the man he once loved so much in pain and struggle. He would have rushed up to the master and held him in his arms, comforting him gently as if he were taking care of an injured child.

Unfortunately, she had long since lost her former innocence and purity. She was no longer the simpleminded Bibi Dong from before.

Now, she was the cold and elegant empress of the Martial Spirit Palace, the supreme overlord of the Douluo Continent, the heartless monarch who would kill millions of people with a single order.

Bibi Dong wouldn't cry anymore, because her tears had already dried up. She wouldn't be in pain anymore, because the pain had already penetrated her bones, and her heart was dead. Now, the only thing left in her was hysterical hatred.

"Have a seat."

With a soft sigh, Bibi Dong waved her jade-like hand, and a group of maids quickly brought a table and chairs for Master. They also brought hot tea for Master to sit down and drink.

In the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed. Things were still the same, but people had changed. Bibi Dong's cold gaze pierced Master's eyes. He lowered his head and focused his gaze on the tea in front of him. He didn't dare to look at those cold eyes.

Therefore, those gentle eyes that were once filled with love were now cold and indifferent, making him feel as if his heart was being torn apart.

He wanted to roar, but he couldn't. He wanted to cry bitterly, but he found that he couldn't shed a single tear. He wanted to rush up and hug the woman he once loved, but he didn't have the courage.

The cause of their tragedy wasn't the Qian Xunge, nor was it Bibi Dong. It was because he … was too weak.

Weakness was the original sin.

After a long silence, Master finally couldn't help but speak.

"Your Holiness I'm here this time to ask for a favor."

Master looked at the noblewoman on the throne and said humbly.

"Oh, with your resolute character, you came to ask for a favor. Interesting, interesting. It seems that twenty years of hardship has changed you a lot." The corner of Bibi Dong's mouth curled up, and she said indifferently. "What is it? Tell me."

"Your Holiness, I want to know, how did you get through the life and death crisis of Twin Martial Souls?" Master swallowed hard and looked at Bibi Dong with a little desire. He wanted to know the true secret of Twin Martial Souls from her.

All of this was for Tang San, for his disciple who was like a son to him. He had to come here because even he, who was known as the theoretical Master, didn't know how to solve the problem of the backlash of Twin Martial Souls.

In this world, only Bibi Dong knew the answer because she also had Twin Martial Souls. Furthermore, she had cultivated Twin Martial Souls to the Titled Douluo level. In terms of Twin Martial Souls, Bibi Dong was even more professional than Master.

"You, who are known to be invincible in theory, also have things that you don't know?" Bibi Dong sneered and said, "Let me think, you didn't come to the Martial Soul Hall to apologize to me for abandoning me. You came here for the successor of the Clear Sky Sect called Tang San, right?"

Hearing this, the master was shocked as if he was struck by lightning. "How did you know?"

"The Platinum Bishop, Salas, just sent word that Tang San, a student of the Shrek Academy, is a disciple of the Clear Sky Sect. He became a Soul Ancestor at the age of fourteen and has Twin Martial Souls. Most importantly, he is close to the Seven Treasures Glazed School and the Heaven Dou Empire. Such a person is destined to be the enemy of the Martial Soul Hall."

Bibi Dong looked coldly at Master. "So give up. I won't tell you the secret of Twin Martial Souls and let you cultivate a great enemy for the Martial Soul Hall."

Master's heart tightened. He opened his mouth to say something, but Bibi Dong cut him off.

"Furthermore, there's no need for you to know the secret of Twin Martial Souls. When you came, I gave the order to kill Tang San. In a day or two, Tang San will disappear forever," Bibi Dong said.

"You…" Master's eyes were red. He rushed forward and grabbed onto Bibi Dong's shoulder.

"Bibi Dong, I'll tell you this. I've never had a son in my life, and I've long thought of Tang San as my son. If anything happens to Tang San, I'll destroy the Martial Soul Hall at all costs."

"Yes, as long as you can do it"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. A strand of murderous intent seeped out and forcefully blew Master away. He fell from the jade stairs and landed in the middle of the palace. She stood up and raised her arrogant and cold face, looking down at Master who was paralyzed on the ground.

"How laughable. Yu Xiaogang, you can feel anger? You can feel hatred? But let me tell you, you're not qualified to hate, because my pain and hatred are ten times greater than yours. Even if I kill everyone in the world, it won't be enough to vent the hatred in my heart."

Bibi Dong sneered, "A little Tang San is nothing. I'll kill him. Not only will I kill your disciple, but I'll also kill your lover and cousin, Liu Erlong, and your family. I'll let them die one by one in front of you. Only in this way can you understand my pain."

"Madwoman! You madwoman…"

Master's face was full of bitterness and pain. Although the woman in front of him was as beautiful as before, she was no longer the simple and sweet Bibi Dong of the past.

Things remained the same, but people had changed. What was left for the two was only pain and hatred.

At this moment, Master couldn't help but close his eyes and recall the young days. He missed the simple and cute girl who would blush when he held her hand. The girl who belonged to him completely.

When he opened his eyes again, what he saw was a cold and apathetic face.

Unfortunately, they couldn't go back to the past. Master sighed with mixed feelings. He was ready to leave here and go to Tang San at the fastest speed to inform everyone to be careful of the Martial Spirit Palace's interception.

It would be too late if he was late.

"Farewell, Bibi Dong."

The grandmaster left, leaving dejectedly.

In the magnificent hall, only Bibi Dong and the tea set used by Master were left.

The empty Martial Spirit Palace was in dead silence.

As the sun set, Bibi Dong's shadow was pulled very long...

She walked down the hall and glanced at the tea set, tables, and chairs with cold eyes.

Bibi Dong's eyes were cold. She waved her hand calmly. The tea that Master had drunk and the tables and chairs used were all turned into ashes in an instant and scattered.

"Farewell, Xiaogang"

A cold voice resounded in the whole Martial Spirit Palace.

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Author's Note;- 

At that time, I remembered that I felt very uncomfortable after watching this scene. I felt that Bibi Dong was a little abnormal. The Author had raised Master too high and degraded Bibi Dong too low. After watching Douluo, I realized that Bibi Dong was the real victim. Her pain was far above Master's. So, when I looked back, I felt extremely disgusted.

After some slight changes, I made Bibi Dong even colder and more heartless. She destroyed the Grandmaster's tea set with a single palm strike, signifying the end of their relationship. The only thing left in Bibi Dong's mind was the hatred to destroy the world.

The world was so unfair to her, so she had the right to hate everything in the world.