Chapter 87: Bibidong: Sooner or Later, I Will Destroy Him

Looking at the three utterly defeated individuals, Gu Feng's heart surged with killing intent. For a moment, he truly wanted to end their lives right then and there to eliminate any future threats.

But reason quickly pulled him back to reality.

After all, the importance of any one of these three to the Spirit Hall was undeniable. If he were to kill them all, that madwoman Bibidong would truly go insane.

Gu Feng took a deep breath, forcefully suppressing the murderous intent within him.

At least for now, it wasn't the time to openly break ties with the Spirit Hall.

Gu Feng turned his head to look at Ye Lingling, his gaze instantly softening as he spoke gently, "Ling Ling, let's go."

"Alright."

Ye Lingling responded crisply, her eyes curving into a smile as warm as the spring sun.

She deftly retracted her Martial Soul and quickly stepped to Gu Feng's side, giggling as she praised, "Gu Feng, I thought you were so handsome and strong just now!"

Her voice was filled with the admiration and affection of a young girl, the sweetness of it seemingly dispelling the gloom of the scene.

Gu Feng's lips curled slightly upward as he gently patted her head. He then tossed a bag of gold coins to compensate the tavern owner for the damages before turning to leave with her.

Their figures stretched long under the afterglow of the setting sun until they disappeared from sight.

...

At the same time, outside the city of Heaven Dou.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, clad in a magnificent robe with its hem fluttering in the wind, wore a cold, mocking smile as he leisurely spoke, "Old Poison, what a small world. I never thought I'd run into you here."

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo snorted through his nose, replying with evident disgust, "Hmph, indeed, what bad luck! Just returned and already bumping into you, Yue Guan. What a curse!"

The words between the two were filled with gunpowder, as if years of accumulated grievances were about to erupt through their exchange.

The tension between them was as taut as a fully drawn bowstring, seemingly on the verge of triggering a monumental battle at any second.

"Hmph, spare me the nonsense. I have no time to waste on a fight with you today. Speak, what brings you to this place?"

Dugu Bo was the first to break the deadlock, truly unwilling to waste time on meaningless quarrels.

Although the two had once shared a bond, ever since Yue Guan joined the Spirit Hall, that friendship had become like spilled water, impossible to retrieve. They had since parted ways and become enemies.

Upon hearing this, Yue Guan carelessly played with his slender fingers, as if uninterested in the conversation, and casually remarked, "Old Poison, it's no harm telling you. Her Majesty the Pope has ordered us to assassinate a genius named Gu Feng."

"Ah! People these days, how can they be so talented? Only six years old and already on Her Majesty the Pope's radar. What a pity!"

Yue Guan couldn't help but sigh.

"Gu Feng!"

Hearing this name, Dugu Bo's heart jolted violently.

But being a man of deep cunning, his face quickly returned to calm as he feigned nonchalance and inquired, "Why assassinate him? He's just a child. What could he possibly be capable of to warrant such efforts from Her Majesty the Pope?"

"Old Poison, that's none of your concern. All you need to know is that this operation is being carried out by Her Majesty the Pope's personal disciple."

Yue Guan slightly lifted his chin, his words brimming with confidence.

Upon hearing this, Dugu Bo couldn't help but let out a series of cold laughs, his voice filled with disdain. "Isn't that the little girl who appeared at the Pope's succession ceremony a few years ago? Hmph, I suggest you hurry into the city to take a look. Perhaps she's already lying dead by now."

Huliena had previously made an appearance at Bibidong's coronation ceremony. At least in Dugu Bo's eyes, whether it was talent or strength, she was far from being able to match Gu Feng.

"Old Poison, stop trying to provoke me with such words. I'm not a three-year-old child who can be easily swayed by your provocations. I have no intention of arguing with you today."

Yueguan frowned slightly, his words tinged with annoyance, but he suppressed his anger, not wanting to let Dugu Bo manipulate his emotions.

"Yueguan, whether you believe it or not is entirely up to you. I've said my piece, so I'll take my leave now."

With that, Dugu Bo flicked his sleeves and turned to leave.

Seeing that Dugu Bo's words seemed to hold some truth, Yueguan couldn't help but feel a pang of unease.

Could it be that Gu Feng truly possessed some extraordinary ability, capable of threatening Huliena and the others?

Thinking this, Yueguan no longer hesitated. With a light tap of his foot, he transformed into a streak of light, speeding off in the direction of Huliena and her companions.

...

The night was heavy, a time when stars should have gently illuminated the peaceful and serene sky. Yet, at this moment, the Papal Hall was enveloped in a suffocating, leaden atmosphere.

The flickering lights within the hall cast shadows on Bibidong's delicate face, now slightly twisted with anger.

"Nana and Xie Yue are unconscious, Yan is severely injured, and even the target, Gu Feng, wasn't successfully killed. Yueguan, is this what you call the results of your protection?"

Bibidong slammed her hand on the armrest of her chair, her voice thundering through the vast hall, causing everyone's eardrums to ache.

Yueguan hung his head low, his back trembling slightly, not daring to meet Bibidong's fiery gaze.

Though he had countless grievances in his heart, he could only swallow them down. "Yes, it was my failure."

Yueguan didn't dare to say another word, fearing that even the slightest misstep would provoke the unpredictable "madwoman" before him.

In truth, Yueguan was cursing inwardly.

It was Bibidong who had arranged for Huliena to assassinate Gu Feng, and I was only supposed to provide support. Yet, in the end, your disciple Huliena couldn't defeat him and ended up severely injured and unconscious.

How is this my fault?

What does this have to do with me?

But these complaints, Yueguan could only keep them to himself.

At that moment, a hoarse voice came from the entrance. "Your Excellency, Guimei requests an audience."

Bibidong frowned, her face filled with impatience. "Enter!"

Guimei walked into the hall with steady steps, bowing slightly in greeting. "I have successfully completed the task entrusted to me by Your Excellency."

Hearing this, Bibidong's tense expression softened slightly. She lazily propped her chin on her hand, revealing her delicate jawline, and asked softly, "Have there been any particularly novel theories about Martial Souls published recently?"

Guimei naturally understood who Bibidong was referring to with the word "particularly" and quickly shook his head. "Your Excellency, there have been none. However, I will continue to keep a close watch."

Hearing this response, Bibidong's expression instantly darkened, and the slight gentleness from before vanished without a trace.

She angrily shouted, "You're all useless! Get out of my sight!"

"Yes!" Yueguan and Guimei dared not delay for even a moment. As if granted a pardon, they hurriedly turned and left, disappearing into the darkness outside the grand hall.

A moment later, the ferocity in Bibidong's eyes grew even more intense, and a sense of jealousy couldn't help but arise in her heart.

Why was it that someone the little bastard had so easily taken a liking to was actually more outstanding than Huliena, the disciple she had personally nurtured and raised by her side since childhood?

Why?!

Damn Angel Clan, why must you all oppose me?!!!

"Little bastard, since you think so highly of him, one day I will destroy him…"

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