Facing Qian Daoliu's nearly man-eating glare, Bibi Dong merely cast him a cold, indifferent glance.
Her mind was now clear—no longer stained by the Rakshasa God's influence.
But clarity did not erase memory.
Nor did it wash away the hatred carved into her bones.
The crimes Qian Xunji had committed…
The unforgivable wounds from the entire Qian Clan…
None of it had faded.
"Old man," Bibi Dong said, voice calm yet icy, "my matters are not yours to interfere with."
She paused—then added, lightly:
"And besides… do you truly believe that was merely food?"
The faint smile at her lips was a curve Qian Daoliu could not decipher—devotion, almost like that of a pilgrim.
"Those weren't just a few meals."
"That was my life."
Qian Daoliu's fury surged to the point he nearly laughed.
"Life?!"
"You call a few meals your life?!"
"Bibi Dong! Where is the dignity befitting the Pope of Spirit Hall?!"
Clang!!!
The crisp yet thunderously heavy sound froze every Elder's heart.
Before he even finished speaking, Bibi Dong slammed the two-meter-long Pontiff's Scepter—symbol of supreme authority—onto the bluestone floor.
Her noble Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown toppled beside it.
The Seraphim carving atop the scepter was instantly covered in dust.
Her wine-red hair spilled down like a waterfall, the morning light outlining a beauty equal parts demonic and resolute.
Her expression was frost.
"The position of Pope?"
"Do you think I still care for something like that?"
"Today—I will offer these things."
"Whoever dares stop me… is my enemy."
Behind her, Ghost Douluo and the others exchanged looks.
But none were surprised.
If those items could be exchanged for the right to eat three meals at Feng Ran Pavilion…
Then what was a "Pope's position" worth?
But Qian Daoliu's expression turned pitch black.
Because that scepter, that crown—
They symbolized the glory of the Angel God.
They could not be tossed on the ground like trash.
"Presumptuous!"
BOOM!!!
A sacred yet terrifying aura erupted from Qian Daoliu!
Jiang Mo, Qing Luan, and Guang Ling—still clinging to him in fear—were blown away by a single shockwave of divine force!
Golden radiance soared to the skies.
The Seraphim Spirit unfurled its massive wings behind him, divine light swallowing the entire courtyard.
Across from him, Bibi Dong did not back down.
Dark green and dark purple power twisted behind her, two enormous Spider Emperor phantoms rising—compound eyes cold and murderous.
The two greatest powers of Spirit Hall stood on the brink of collision.
Inside Feng Ran Pavilion, Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, and Zhu Zhuyun peeking from the doorway felt their hearts leap to their throats.
Terror filled their eyes.
They weren't afraid of who would be injured.
They were terrified that this divine-level confrontation would disturb the senior inside.
That was a sin beyond redemption.
With near-telepathic unity, the three burst through the door.
"Stop—!"
"Big brother, wait!"
But still—one step too late.
Just as the blow was about to land—
A blazing golden streak tore across the sky!
RUMBLE!!!
A massive figure slammed between the two like a meteor, shattering the ground into spiderweb cracks!
The aura he released was overwhelmingly oppressive—on par with both of them.
As the dust settled…
A familiar yet unrecognizable face appeared.
Golden Crocodile Douluo.
But now—
His eyes shone with clarity.
His vitality surged as if decades had peeled off his age.
His aura was complete, whole, world-shaking.
The aura of—
A true Level 99 Peerless Douluo.
He raised his head slowly, looking at Qian Daoliu with a complex mixture of emotions.
"Big Brother," he said, gently, "stop."
Qian Daoliu froze.
That aura—
Not the Angel God's divine power, but a different, equally perfect, equally boundless force.
Level 99.
He had truly broken through.
For a century Golden Crocodile Douluo had been trapped on the brink.
Yet overnight, the shackles had shattered.
Qian Daoliu's mind went blank for several seconds.
Yesterday's report from Jiang Mo and the others had shaken him, but he had still doubted.
A god?
How could one exist in this world?
That was why he came here today—to verify the truth.
But now…
He didn't need to.
Golden Crocodile's aura was the answer.
A cruel, undeniable answer.
His trip here…
Was absurd.
Just as his faith clashed violently with reality—
Bibi Dong moved.
She didn't spare him or Golden Crocodile a single glance.
Her eyes locked only on the just-opened door—
The doorway to salvation.
To happiness.
"What are you all dawdling for?"
Her tone carried burning fanaticism.
"Take everything inside—now."
The guards, trembling under divine pressure moments ago, practically leapt into action, scrambling to move the mountain of treasures.
"STOP!"
Qian Daoliu roared instinctively.
Not for the treasures themselves.
But because Treasury Number Seven was the Angel God's ten-thousand-year foundation.
How could it be offered away?!
But before he could act—
Golden Crocodile Douluo spoke.
"Big Brother."
His voice was hoarse, but steady.
"Let it go."
Just three words.
Yet they froze Qian Daoliu's divine power mid-eruption.
Golden Crocodile did not look at the treasures.
His gaze seemed to pierce the walls of Feng Ran Pavilion.
"The one inside…"
He searched for words.
Failed.
Let out a long sigh.
"We cannot afford to offend him."
Silence.
A deep, suffocating silence swallowed Qian Daoliu.
He wasn't refusing to listen.
He understood.
And because he understood…
He couldn't speak.
Jiang Mo's transformation.
Qing Luan and Guang Ling's impossible changes.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's breakthrough.
All of it—
Like mountains crushing his heart.
The truth was obvious.
Painfully obvious.
But as the High Priest of the Angel God…
His entire life had been built on protecting that glory.
Now reality told him:
The "glory" he guarded…
Might not even be worthy of a glance from that existence.
A shame deeper than despair consumed him.
Not for failing to protect a treasury.
But because, in front of a greater, unimaginable power…
He was insignificant.
Utterly insignificant.
Finally—
A timid, overly cheerful voice broke the tension.
"Um… Big Brother…"
Light Feather Douluo tiptoed forward, holding a stunning ice-crystal phoenix in his arms.
"Why don't… you go in and eat too?"
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