Chapter 25: Mother, My Neck Hurts!

Chapter 25: Mother, My Neck Hurts!

"You can't go in! You can't!" The gatekeeper desperately tried to stop them but was punched away by Ji Wudao.

"With this level of strength, you dare to stop us? What a joke!" Ji Wudao sneered as he and Qian Renxue walked toward the main hall.

Inside the hall, Bibi Dong held a scepter, draped in purple attire, reclining on the Pope's throne. However, when Ji Wudao and Qian Renxue arrived, she opened her eyes, full of anger.

Bibi Dong's face turned cold, a hint of killing intent flickered in her eyes as she looked at Ji Wudao. "You dare to trespass into the Pope's hall? Do you think I won't do anything to you?"

Ji Wudao remained expressionless, facing Bibi Dong with his hands behind his back.

At this moment, Qian Renxue stepped forward from behind Ji Wudao, smiling. "Don't be angry. It's been many years since we last met. We've come to see you, to see how foolish you are!"

Bibi Dong's gaze turned icy as she looked at Qian Renxue, responding calmly, "Qian Renxue, didn't you flee to the Tian Dou Empire? Why have you returned? Aren't you afraid I'll expose your identity and ruin your plans?"

Qian Renxue's face turned cold, sneering, "I trust you won't. If you did, the Hall of Worship wouldn't spare you, and your Papacy would come to an end. What do you think you are?"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong stood up, rebuking, "Qian Renxue, this is the Pope's hall, not your Hall of Worship. You have no right to be wild here!"

Bibi Dong's cold voice echoed throughout the hall, revealing her deep anger. Ji Wudao looked at her, smiled, and said nothing, knowing she was an easily provoked woman.

"Me, wild? I'm just here to see you, my dear mother. Do you know how difficult these years have been for me? Haha~ Perhaps you don't, now that you're the Pope, high above everyone, while I'm just an insignificant pawn! My neck hurts~" Qian Renxue's voice was cold. If it weren't for the deep psychological trauma Bibi Dong had caused her, she wouldn't have left the Hall of Worship and the familiar place of Spirit Hall.

Then she embarked on a series of plans in the Tian Dou Empire, all thanks to the woman in front of her, never forgetting the cold look in her eyes and those ruthless hands!

Bibi Dong remained silent, glaring at Qian Renxue. It had been many years, and the little girl she once knew had become so articulate, even daring to reprimand her!

Qian Renxue paced back and forth, then stopped and looked at Bibi Dong. "I heard you, this foolish woman, met that worthless person again recently? I can't understand, what's so good about that waste that makes you so obsessed, even to the extent of killing my father!"

Bibi Dong was startled. "How do you know? Who told you? Those old fogies from the Hall of Worship?"

She was shocked by what Qian Renxue said. Only those old fogies from the Hall of Worship knew that she had killed her father.

"Where I got the information is none of your concern. I just can't understand. As the Pope of Spirit Hall, how could you shamelessly do such a thing? Your identity, her identity, you're the Pope of Spirit Hall, representing Spirit Hall's prestige. Do you have any self-awareness left, you shameless woman!" Qian Renxue almost shouted the last words.

At this point, Bibi Dong frowned, tightly gripping the scepter in her left hand as her overwhelming spirit power surged, and nine spirit rings slowly appeared around her. She said angrily, "Qian Renxue, you're outrageous!"

Then, her powerful spirit pressure pressed down towards Qian Renxue but was blocked by Ji Wudao.

Qian Renxue sneered, "What's wrong? Did I expose your dirty side, making you ashamed? Or are you just a shameless, shameless fool!"

Bibi Dong stared at Qian Renxue, her killing intent rising. "I should have killed you back then, wiped you out of this world! You shouldn't have come to this world in the first place. You don't know gratitude, yet here you are, hurting me with your words. Qian Renxue, you're not even worthy of being born!"

With these words, Ji Wudao's spirit power surged, and the three-word sword incantation was released instantly. He pointed his broken devil sword at Bibi Dong angrily. "Bibi Dong, what are you? How dare you educate the young miss here? Do you think I, Ji Wudao, can't do anything to you? If you dare to insult the young miss again, even if I have to risk my life, I'll disable your cultivation! I'll make good on my word!"

Two powerful waves of soul force surged, hurricanes howled, and almost every Title Douluo-level expert in the entire Spirit Hall could feel it. In the Pope's hall, two forces were in confrontation.

Ji Wudao's face was filled with killing intent as the intent of his broken devil sword ran rampant, cracks appearing all around, ready to strike at any movement from the other side!

Bibi Dong's face twisted with rage. "Ji Wudao, who do you think you are? If it weren't for the Hall of Worship, do you think you would still be alive now? Ji Wudao, my enemies, none of them have survived!"

At these words, Ji Wudao sneered. "What a joke. Who am I, Ji Wudao? Could you really kill me? I had several chances to kill you in the past. If it weren't for Qian Xunji stopping me, do you think you would still be alive now? Qian Xunji gave you the best, but what have you done with it?"

Ji Wudao spoke slowly, each word pronounced deliberately. "You... Bibi... Dong... are... an... ungrateful... despicable... wretch!"

Bibi Dong snorted coldly. "Qian Xunji is also a person. Do you, as a member of the Hall of Worship, not know what he did to me? You're just pretending not to know!"

"Hehehe~ Hahaha!"

Ji Wudao burst into laughter, unable to contain his anger. He laughed loudly, "Bibi Dong, you also have the audacity to say such things. Even if you found a waste from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan back then, even if the one you found was just an ordinary resident of Spirit Hall, Qian Xunji wouldn't have stopped you. You shouldn't have found someone from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan! Spirit Hall nurtured you, cultivated you, educated you. Yet you want to destroy Spirit Hall. You ungrateful, despicable, shameless, shameless fool!"

"Brother Ji, enough, we didn't come here today to fight with her. Let's go," Qian Renxue said, tugging at Ji Wudao's sleeve.

If they really fought, Brother Ji might not be the opponent of the other side at all. There was simply no need.

Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue. The love in her eyes couldn't be faked. It was as if she understood something at that moment. She retracted her aura and smiled. "Qian Renxue, speaking of which, I should thank you for something."

At these words, the two who were about to leave stopped in their tracks. Ji Wudao's face turned frosty, his eyes filled with killing intent. He said coldly, "Speak quickly, if you have anything to say, say it now!"

Qian Renxue also looked puzzled. What was there for the other side to be grateful for?

Bibi Dong stared at Qian Renxue and said, "Ji Wudao, you were my number one opponent back then. If it weren't for you, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to completely control the Pope's hall until now. And the most crucial thing is, Ji Wudao, your talent is extraordinary. Even Qian Xunji was amazed by it back then. Perhaps if he hadn't left the Hall of Worship with you, he might already be a strong Limit Douluo now. Look at you now, more than ten years have passed, and Ji Wudao is still a ninety-sixth level Super Douluo. Meanwhile, I have grown from a weak woman into the Pope of Spirit Hall, a ninety-eighth level Super Douluo. Qian Renxue, should I thank you for that?"

At these words, Qian Renxue lowered her head, her eyes filled with self-blame. Yes, she always remembered what Grandpa had said, that Brother Ji's talent was very strong. At a young age, he had become a Title Douluo, the youngest Title Douluo on the continent. Even Tang Hao, a forty-year-old Title Douluo, was not as good as Ji Wudao.

If Brother Ji hadn't left the Hall of Worship with her back then, he might already be a strong Limit Douluo. Bibi Dong wouldn't have been so brazen!

At this moment, Qian Renxue seemed to be plunged into an endless abyss of self-blame, and just then, a big hand stroked her head. She slowly raised her head and saw Ji Wudao's smiling face.

"I never regret, whether it's the past, present, or future!"

After saying that, Brother Ji looked at Bibi Dong and said, "If you want to talk about this, fine. Let me tell you, it's useless. The thing you're proud of, in my eyes, is nothing."

With that, Brother Ji took Qian Renxue's hand and walked outside. Just as they were about to leave the door, he stopped and said, "Bibi Dong, the talent you're proud of is nothing in my eyes. Give me five years, and I can kill you with ease!"

After saying that, Brother Ji hugged Qian Renxue and flew away on his sword, leaving the Pope's hall.

As Brother Ji and Qian Renxue left, Bibi Dong's face gradually twisted with madness. Sitting paralyzed on the Pope's throne, she supported her forehead with one hand, smiling grimly. "Hahaha~ Good, very good, good Qian Renxue, good Ji Wudao, you're very good!"

She wouldn't let them off easy, especially after seeing the love in Qian Renxue's eyes, a love she couldn't obtain.

At this moment, a faint purple light flickered on her forehead, almost invisible, while her eyes were shrouded in a purple-black light.

She said in a deep voice, "It seems I need to speed up and let the entire Spirit Hall welcome the arrival of the True God!"

After speaking, she laughed wildly, crazily, and disappeared into the Pope's hall's dimensional space.

(End of this chapter)

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