What Qian Daoliu saw—
Was precisely the group of civilians who had been desperately protected by the knight squad and narrowly escaped the ambush of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
The burly man at the front recognized Qian Daoliu at once. The moment their eyes met, the strength left his body. With a heavy thud, he dropped to his knees.
"My Lord! You must uphold justice for us!"
That single kneel was like pulling a thread.
The dozens behind him collapsed one after another, as if their legs had finally given up. Cries and wails instantly flooded the entire street.
"The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect—they're not human! They're beasts!"
"The knight lords… they all… they all died… they died to save us!"
The cries overlapped chaotically, grief boiling over like a pot pushed past its limit. Qian Daoliu listened for a long while, his brows tightening, unable to piece together the full picture.
He turned his gaze to the ten knights standing nearby—bloodied, battered, faces heavy with grief.
"What exactly happened?"
"Explain it clearly!"
The knight captain stepped forward, dropped to one knee, and spoke in a hoarse voice thick with forcibly suppressed emotion.
"Reporting to the High Priest! We were escorting the criminal Yu Xiaogang when we were ambushed halfway by members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!"
"They sent elite Spirit Masters to abduct Yu Xiaogang!"
"Our brothers resisted with their lives—but they… they didn't even spare the civilians! They intended to silence everyone!"
The captain's eyes turned blood-red. He slammed his fist into the ground.
"The brothers… the brothers fought to buy time for the civilians to escape. Apart from the ten of us… all… all died in battle!"
The words landed like iron nails.
The civilians cried harder.
Qian Daoliu's face darkened completely.
A terrifying killing intent erupted from his body.
Good.
What a Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect!
Kidnapping a prisoner was one thing. Killing Spirit Hall knights? Attempting to slaughter civilians?
This wasn't slapping Spirit Hall in the face—
This was grinding Spirit Hall's face into the dirt with their boots.
"Outrageous!"
Qian Daoliu roared, golden light bursting from the Angelic Sacred Sword in his hand.
"This old man will immediately send people to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect and demand an explanation—"
Before he could finish—
A calm, faintly charming voice sounded from behind the civilians.
"High Priest, please wait."
Qian Daoliu looked up.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, Yue Guan, was walking over slowly from the end of the street, orchid fingers poised, expression unhurried.
"Yue Guan? You came at the right time!" Qian Daoliu snapped angrily. "You heard it too! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect has gone too far! Go to them—"
"High Priest, please calm your anger."
Yue Guan didn't follow the momentum at all. He merely shook his head, his face composed to an unsettling degree.
"This matter is of great importance. I believe… it would be better to go inside first and discuss it with Her Holiness, the Supreme Pontiff, before making a decision."
Qian Daoliu froze.
"Discuss?"
"What is there to discuss?"
He pointed at the sobbing civilians, then at the ten "surviving" knights.
"With human witnesses and material evidence present! The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect openly silenced witnesses. If Spirit Hall doesn't step forward now, what future will common people have?!"
Yue Guan didn't argue.
He only looked at Qian Daoliu quietly—eyes deep, unreadable.
They stared at each other for three full seconds.
The fury in Qian Daoliu's chest was forcibly suppressed.
He didn't understand—but decades of experience told him one thing clearly.
This matter was not simple.
He exhaled deeply, turned to the civilians, and spoke solemnly.
"You all go and rest first. This matter—this old man will personally discuss it with Her Holiness and give you, and the fallen knights, an explanation."
The burly man kowtowed three times in succession, forehead striking stone, face smeared with tears and mucus.
"Thank you, My Lord! Please—please make those beasts from the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect repay this blood debt!"
He was led away, the crowd following, looking back again and again.
Only after the street emptied did Qian Daoliu follow Yue Guan back into the restaurant, confusion thick on his face.
Then—
The moment he entered—
Yue Guan walked straight to Bibi Dong's table and bowed respectfully.
"Your Holiness, the mission has been successfully completed."
Qian Daoliu stopped dead.
Mission?
What mission?
Bibi Dong calmly lifted her milk tea and took a small sip.
"Where is that useless Yu Xiaogang?"
Yue Guan straightened. A sinister smile crept onto his lips.
"He has already been 'rescued' by the people of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
"Very good."
Bibi Dong nodded, clearly satisfied.
Qian Daoliu stood there, stunned.
Three invisible question marks floated above his head.
Every word made sense.
Together, they made none.
Yue Guan turned, clearly enjoying himself. He strolled over, leaned in, and whispered everything into Qian Daoliu's ear—from start to finish.
Qian Daoliu's expression transformed in stages.
First—confusion.
"Our people didn't die?"
Then—shock.
"They were all acting?"
Finally—pure disbelief.
When Yue Guan finished, Qian Daoliu was frozen solid.
He slowly—very slowly—turned his head and stared at Bibi Dong, who was leisurely sipping milk tea.
Yesterday's trial.
She deliberately revealed Yu Xiaogang's escort route.
Lured the civilians.
Lured the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
A perfectly staged bitter stratagem—letting the civilians witness the sect's true colors, then removing them from danger.
Afterward, Yue Guan descended, "cleaned the battlefield," and ensured the civilians believed Spirit Hall knights had sacrificed themselves to protect them.
With one seamless chain of schemes—
The Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect was nailed to the moral pillar.
No explanation could save them.
Spirit Hall stood immaculate on the high ground.
Brilliant.
Utterly brilliant.
Qian Daoliu had only one thought left.
This woman's heart was too damn filthy.
Compared to Bibi Dong—
He, Qian Daoliu, was as pure as blank parchment.
In shamelessness…
He had lost.
Sensing his stare, Bibi Dong lifted her eyes and glanced at him.
No discomfort.
Only calm pride.
The victor required no explanation.
She set down her cup and spoke softly—yet coldly.
"Yue Guan."
"Your subordinate is here."
"This matter has only begun."
"Send people among the civilians. Spread today's story far and wide."
"I want every corner of the continent to sing of the bravery of Spirit Hall's knights…"
"And the shameless cruelty of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect."
"I want them utterly disgraced."
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