At the same time.
Wuhun City.
Inside the magnificent and solemn Papal Palace, the atmosphere was so oppressive it was almost frozen.
In the empty hall, only an old, angry voice echoed.
"Bibi Dong! I summoned you to the Hall of Offerings, why didn't you come!"
The owner of the voice was none other than Qian Daoliu, the Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall and a level 99 Peerless Douluo.
However, the woman sitting on the papal throne did not even lift her eyelids.
Bibi Dong leaned back on the wide chair, one long, beautiful leg elegantly crossed over the other, the purple papal gown outlining a breathtaking curve.
She rested her chin on one hand and gently tapped the armrest with the other, her expression languid and arrogant, as if she hadn't heard Qian Daoliu's question at all.
Qian Daoliu's figure appeared in the shadows at the entrance of the Papal Palace.
Bibi Dong finally slowly raised her eyelids, her beautiful purple eyes filled with mockery.
"Just because you tell me to come over, does that mean I have to go?"
Her voice had a unique magnetism, pleasant to the ear, yet full of condescending authority.
"Qian Daoliu, don't you have legs? Why do I have to come see you in person?"
"Bibi Dong!"
Qian Daoliu roared, and the pressure of a Limit Douluo flashed by, causing the air in the hall to tremble.
Bibi Dong's smile deepened, a genuine joy from the bottom of her heart.
Seeing that old man Qian Daoliu get his comeuppance made her feel satisfied.
If it weren't for this old fellow constantly hindering us, claiming to be the guardian of the angelic deity's successor.
The entire Spirit Hall should have been completely under her control long ago.
"Put away that air of a high priest."
Bibi Dong spoke calmly.
"You came to see me in such a hurry because of the Blue Silver King Tang Qing, right?"
Qian Daoliu gave a heavy snort, which was taken as tacit agreement.
He stepped into the main hall, his golden robes trailing heavily on the polished floor.
"good!"
"That Tang Qing, in one night he broke through Xingluo City and killed the Dai royal family, and now he is even showing signs of wanting to annex the entire Xingluo Empire."
"His ambitions have seriously infringed upon the interests of our Spirit Hall!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong not only did not get angry, but instead chuckled.
"Benefit?"
She slowly sat up straight, her full breasts rising and falling, exuding the ultimate charm of a mature woman.
"Perhaps we can try... to subdue him."
"Subdue?"
Qian Daoliu seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world.
"Impossible! Xue'er already sent word that Tang Qing is arrogant, domineering, and would never submit to anyone! He would never submit to anyone!"
"Qian Renxue?"
A hint of disdain flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes.
"What does she, a little girl who hasn't even grown up yet, know about men?"
"How could she possibly compare to me, the Pope?"
The moment she finished speaking, Bibi Dong slowly stood up from the papal throne.
She held the papal scepter, a symbol of supreme power, its jewel at the top gleaming and reflecting on her flawless face.
Her figure was tall and graceful, and the papal robe tightly wrapped her mature and alluring body, with a slender waist and rounded hips.
A pair of straight, slender legs were faintly visible through the slit in her skirt, and every step she took exuded captivating charm and domineering presence.
She walked down the steps one by one, and the aura she exuded was so powerful that even Qian Daoliu felt a sense of pressure.
That wasn't the oppression of soul power, but a queenly aura originating from the depths of the soul.
Bibi Dong walked up to Qian Daoliu, her beautiful purple eyes staring directly at him, a smile of extreme confidence playing on her lips.
"The Blue Silver King will not submit?"
"That's him. He hasn't met me, Bibi Dong, yet."
"I will make him understand what true submission means!"
Her voice was resolute and filled with an irresistible will.
"Chrysanthemum Douluo! Ghost Douluo!"
With a shout from Bibi Dong, two figures appeared silently inside the hall.
A captivating and alluring figure appeared; it was none other than Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan.
Another figure was shrouded in black mist, eerie and unpredictable; it was none other than Ghost Douluo, Ghost Phantom.
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Pope!"
The two knelt on one knee, showing the utmost respect.
Bibi Dong didn't even glance at them, her gaze remaining fixed on Qian Daoliu, yet her orders were clearly conveyed.
"You two, go to Xingluo City immediately for me."
"Recruit Tang Qing, the Blue Silver King."
"Tell him that as long as he submits to my Spirit Hall and to me, Bibi Dong, whatever he wants, we can talk!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance and responded in unison.
"Yes, sir!"
Before the words were even finished, the two figures disappeared into the shadows once more.
Seeing Bibi Dong's confident demeanor, Qian Daoliu couldn't help but shake his head and sneer.
"Bibi Dong, you're far too confident."
"That Tang Qing is not like Yu Xiaogang, that good-for-nothing coward, who would be blinded by your charm."
The name "Yu Xiaogang" was like a poisonous thorn, instantly striking Bibi Dong's Achilles' heel.
The smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a chilling murderous intent.
"A Thousand Streams!"
Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose, sharp and full of anger.
"I won't allow you to insult Xiaogang!"
Her emotions fluctuated violently, and her powerful soul energy spread out uncontrollably, shaking the entire Papal Palace.
Qian Daoliu frowned, but did not back down.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the rage in her heart, her purple eyes flashing with a crazed light.
"If the Blue Silver King does not submit..."
Her voice became sinister and resolute.
"Then kill him!"
"It's time for our Spirit Hall to bare its fangs to the entire continent!"
"I want the whole world to know who the true master of this continent is!"
Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong, who seemed to be going crazy, with a hint of solemnity and disdain in his eyes.
"Kill him? Easier said than done."
"He was able to defeat Tang Hao head-on, so his strength is unfathomable. The Chrysanthemum Pass and the little devil you sent are no match for him at all."
"If Tang Qing refuses to submit, given his ruthless and decisive nature, those two Title Douluos you sent will likely never return!"
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's face turned fierce, and she shouted sharply.
"He dares!"
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Star City.
The former Star Luo Imperial Palace is now the Blue Silver King's palace.
The courtyard behind the mountain.
The scenery here is beautiful, with a pool of emerald green lake rippling in the breeze.
Tang Qing was lounging in a rocking chair, her eyes half-closed, enjoying this rare moment of leisure in the afternoon.
A breeze blew from the lake, carrying a refreshing mist that made one feel relaxed and happy.
Beside him, two stunningly beautiful figures were carefully attending to him.
Zhu Zhuqing knelt beside the rocking chair, her soft, boneless hands gently massaging Tang Qing's legs with just the right amount of force.
Her expression was focused, with a lingering sense of awe between her brows.
On the other hand, the newly appointed concubine Xue Ke was like a well-behaved maid.
She carefully peeled open a purple crystal grape and then gently brought it to Tang Qing's lips.
Tang Qing slightly opened her mouth and put the sweet fruit flesh into her mouth.
A satisfied and happy smile immediately appeared on Xue Ke's face.
Just then, Zhu Zhuqing, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke softly.
"Your Majesty, our people have discovered traces of Tang Chen, Tang Hao, and Tang San on the border between the Star Luo Empire and the Heaven Dou Empire."
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