Chapter 148: Bibi Dong’s Coup, Part 1

Chapter 148: Bibi Dong's Coup, Part 1

Qian Xunji's expression was dark and filled with shame Tang Hao had spared him just moments ago. How could he, the Pope of Spirit Hall, a man at the pinnacle of power in all of Douluo Continent, have been let off like that?

"Tang Hao!" he roared bitterly, his voice carrying rage and humiliation.

"Quite the sorry state, teacher," came an unexpected voice.

"!?" "!?" "!?"

Startled, all three Title Douluo looked up, wary of this new presence.

Emerging from the shadows of the forest was a slender woman with flowing blonde hair and lips as red as blood, emanating an otherworldly allure.

"Dong'er!?"

Despite the years that had passed, Qian Xunji immediately recognized her: his former disciple, the Saintess of Spirit Hall, the very woman he had once groomed to be his successor.

Yet to his understanding, she should have perished long ago in the Slaughter City. Why had she suddenly reappeared now?

"It's been a while, Teacher... and farewell."

In a flash, Bibi Dong was behind Qian Xunji and his aides.

"?!"

The three men, all injured and off guard at the sight of a familiar face, had unconsciously lowered their defenses. Realizing something was amiss, they tried to react, but it was too late.

"Elder Saintess, you " Chrysanthemum Douluo began.

But the sound of a dull impact interrupted him.

Turning instinctively, he saw blood pouring from Qian Xunji's mouth, his chest caved in from a brutal blow, his face covered in fresh blood.

"P Pope!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice trembled with fear. He tried to channel his spirit power to keep Qian Xunji alive, but realized that his internal organs had been shredded by spirit energy Tang Hao's spirit energy.

"What's going on?" Chrysanthemum Douluo was utterly bewildered. "What just happened?"

Bibi Dong approached them with a cold calm. "Don't bother thinking it over. My teacher is dead he died by Tang Hao's hand. You both witnessed it. And the three of us pursued Tang Hao together. That villain escaped before we could stop him."

"?" Ghost Douluo.

"?" Chrysanthemum Douluo.

Seeing their stunned faces, Bibi Dong frowned, her voice chilling. "Do you want to end up like my teacher?"

A murderous aura enveloped them both.

Though Bibi Dong didn't outwardly display her power, Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo sensed instinctively that resisting her would mean certain death.

As understanding dawned on them, they realized that Bibi Dong intended to frame Tang Hao for Qian Xunji's death. With the Pope now dead at Tang Hao's hands, the blame for failing to protect him would surely fall upon them.

If they returned to Spirit City without a stronger ally, their fate would almost certainly be a death sentence. Bibi Dong, poised to take Qian Xunji's place, was their only chance. They could see no path forward other than to support her.

As for seeking refuge in the Slaughter City? That was equally futile. The strength of a Title Douluo held little sway in that blood soaked land. They, as spirit masters relying heavily on martial prowess, would struggle to survive even fifty matches, let alone the hundred needed to attain sanctuary there.

Exchanging a resigned look, Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo bowed slightly toward Bibi Dong.

"We obey, Lady Saintess."

As for why Tang Hao's spirit energy had caused Qian Xunji's death, this was, of course, thanks to Ye Wen's careful planning.

After all, who wouldn't savor a bit of poetic revenge?

Years ago, Tang Hao and his brother had shown up unannounced at Sky Academy to cause trouble. Ye Wen had waited patiently for the day they'd pay the price.

With Ye Wen's skill, replicating Tang Hao's spirit energy was child's play. Knowing Tang Hao's energy signature would have altered slightly after absorbing the Thunder Hell Prison Vine, Ye Wen had crafted a special spirit tool that could capture and simulate an exact match, injecting that power into a mortally wounded Qian Xunji and finishing him off.

Precision and foresight were Ye Wen's specialty.

As expected, Qian Xunji's death shook Spirit Hall to its core, prompting the reappearance of Qian Daoliu, who had long been secluded in the Hall of Consecration.

"Sire..."

Qian Daoliu mourned as he caressed his son's cold, lifeless body. His grief was soon overshadowed by an overwhelming fury.

"Explain what happened."

An icy killing intent filled the room, his immense aura pressing down on Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo, who bowed even lower under its weight.

Bibi Dong, however, remained composed. She had already achieved the level of a Title Douluo herself and now wore a suit of armor that Ye Wen had crafted just for her: a four word battle armor, Soul Devouring Death.

Compared to the generic enhancements of the Crimson Storm armor, Death offered a comprehensive augmentation of her dual spirits, with options for easy transition between them.

The inspiration for this armor had come from none other than the divine gear gifted to Ye Wen by Poseidon, whose secrets had fueled Ye Wen's rapid advancements in armor development.

In this moment, Qian Daoliu's aura, formidable as it was, did little to faze Bibi Dong.

Fixing their gaze on Bibi Dong, Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo then recounted the rehearsed story she had drilled into them beforehand, careful not to falter under Qian Daoliu's penetrating scrutiny.

Tang Hao had killed Qian Xunji it was now a fact in every sense.

"Well done, Tang Hao," Qian Daoliu spat, his voice seething with rage. "Just like your grandfather, Tang Chen. I upheld my end of our pact and refrained from moving against your clan, yet you repay me by murdering my son?"

Qian Daoliu's expression hardened, his fists clenched with unbridled anger.

"Then don't blame me for what I must do. This time, I'll make sure the HaoTian Clan pays dearly. The glory of the Angel God will not be defiled."

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