The instant Lin Feng's indifferent gaze swept across Gold Crocodile Douluo and the four Elders—
Buzz!!!
A sharp ringing filled their minds.
The four Super Douluo—peerless existences standing at the summit of the continent—felt their souls seized by an invisible hand. Even their blood seemed to halt mid-flow.
Lin Feng's stare asked a single question:
"Do you choose to live… or to die?"
Gold Crocodile Douluo's ancient mind, refined through centuries of storms and battles, was shaken again and again today.
He had never—
not once in all his long life—
felt so small.
So utterly insignificant.
"Second Worship Elder! We must leave! We absolutely cannot remain here!"
Azure Luan Douluo's calm voice trembled inside his spiritual sea.
Light Feather Douluo's terrified voice followed:
"That's right! This level of power… we cannot contend with it! Bibi Dong's condition is the best warning! We need to report this to the High Priest immediately!"
Retreat.
This was the only thought in three of the Elders' hearts.
But—
A blazing, maddening thought erupted like fire within their minds.
"Leave?"
A booming roar echoed in their spiritual seas—
Demon Subduing Douluo's voice.
"Leave and go where?!"
Greed twisted his tone.
"Haven't you realized yet why Bibi Dong vomited blood?! She tried to probe this senior and was instantly struck by divine backlash!"
"This only proves one thing—
everything Yue Guan said…
was true!"
"Here—
a miracle really exists!"
Gold Crocodile Douluo's face twitched violently.
"Idiot! This is obviously a trap! It could even be a supreme killing formation aimed at Spirit Hall!"
"Trap?"
Demon Subduing Douluo let out a manic laugh.
"Second Worship Elder! If this were a killing formation, do you think we would still be breathing right now?!"
"This is… an opportunity.
A supreme opportunity to ascend even higher!"
His voice suddenly lowered into a whispering devil's temptation:
"Second Worship Elder…
how many years have you been stuck at level 98?"
"Do you truly want to die at this stage—
never advancing again,
and watch this one chance slip away?"
Boom!!!
Thunder exploded in Gold Crocodile Douluo's heart.
His mountainous body trembled uncontrollably.
Level 98.
This number had crushed him like a mountain for a century.
His old eyes drifted—
To Ghost Douluo's divine robe "Eternal Night."
To Chrysanthemum Douluo, whose spirit power had risen to level 96.
To the humiliated yet stubborn Bibi Dong.
And finally—
To Lin Feng's indifferent gaze.
The last of his will to retreat shattered.
Gold Crocodile Douluo slowly closed his eyes.
When he opened them again—
The centuries-old hesitation and fear had burned away.
Only unwavering resolve remained.
He did not speak.
He answered with his feet.
One heavy step after another, as if dragging chains of destiny—
He walked to the nearest empty table.
And sat down.
Still trembling.
But firm.
Azure Luan Douluo and Light Feather Douluo exchanged bitter, helpless looks.
And finally, they too sighed and followed, taking their seats.
Demon Subduing Douluo's lips curled upward in unrestrained excitement.
To him, this wasn't a dining table—
But a staircase to the divine realm.
Hu Liena stepped forward with the menu.
To her, this wasn't a menu.
It was a divine decree—
a token to enter the divine realm.
She took a deep breath, suppressed her fear and turmoil, and handed it to Bibi Dong with a tone she had never used before:
"Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff…
please order."
But Bibi Dong had no mind to read anything.
She gave the glowing words a cold, dismissive glance.
A bitter smile, uglier than crying, tugged at her lips.
"Heh~"
She tossed the menu onto the table.
"Whatever."
Two syllables.
Not spoken casually—
But forced out through clenched teeth.
Each word stained with the shattered pride of the Pope.
Hearing that blasphemous response, Hu Liena's entire body shuddered.
Her face instantly turned pale.
Whatever?
How could she dare use that word in front of a divine bestowal?!
She opened her mouth to correct her—
But when she saw Bibi Dong's trembling, pale face, still clinging to her last shred of dignity—
Her voice died in her throat.
Her heart tightened painfully.
Then Hu Liena raised her head.
And met Zhu Zhuyun's gaze.
A gaze filled with victory.
With pity.
With mockery.
Fool.
Hu Liena sneered coldly in her heart.
Do you really think this senior needs "physical service" that any ordinary maid could provide?
(Lin Feng, internally: I do! I need it very much!)
Do you think a moment of superficial intimacy brings you closer to the divine?
Ridiculous.
The senior needs something else entirely.
He needs a spokesperson.
A priest.
Someone who can read his every glance, interpret his intention, uphold the sacred order of this divine domain.
That position is not for you.
Elegant, solemn, and composed—
Hu Liena stepped forward.
She picked up the menu Bibi Dong had tossed away as if she were lifting a divine scripture.
Her eyes swept over the glowing dish names with focused reverence.
She was not choosing food.
She was prescribing a remedy.
A remedy to cleanse a soul tainted by sin—
to calm a mind shaken by divine backlash.
Finally, she closed the menu, took out her notebook, and wrote swiftly.
Tear—
She tore out the "prescription."
Then, step by step—
She approached the lazy figure leaning back in his chair.
Her bow was deep.
Her posture humble, yet sacred.
"Senior."
Her voice was steady, solemn, carrying prayer-like reverence.
"My teacher… her divine soul is clouded, her heart lost and shaken."
"Nana wishes to present a 'meal' that can cleanse her dust and settle her mind."
"Please, Senior…
grant permission."
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