Douluo: Marry Shui Binger, reward Puni Martial Soul

Chapter 141: Qian Daoliu Makes His Move to Suppress Bibi Dong

Xue Lingxiao's voice was cold and ruthless. Through the surge of his soul power, it transformed into a rolling heavenly might, resounding in every corner of Wuhun City and striking the hearts of every Wuhun Hall soul master!
That voice, with its irresistible domineering power and the will to crush everything, plunged the already crumbling Martial Soul City into a deathly silence!
On the city wall, Bibi Dong's delicate body trembled violently. Her phoenix eyes, which had once looked down on the world and were full of ambition and madness, were now filled with endless defeat and humiliation.

Hand over Tang San?

How could she possibly give it to her?
Tang San was not only a banner she raised to resist Xue Lingxiao, but also an important pawn she used to restrain and annoy Xue Lingxiao!
If she were to hand Tang San over like a dead dog in front of a massive army, what would become of her reputation as the Pope of the Spirit Hall? What would become of the Spirit Hall's millennia-old prestige and glory?
More importantly, she hates it!

She hated Xue Lingxiao's arrogant and domineering attitude!
She hated herself for scheming and plotting, only to end up looking so pathetic and pathetic in front of him!
"I... will never!"

Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, each word dripping with blood, and a near-mad determination ignited once more deep within her eyes!
Even if the Spirit Hall is stained with blood today, even if she herself dies, she will never bow down to Xue Lingxiao!
However, Qian Daoliu, who was beside her, would not allow her to continue her madness.

"That's enough, Bibi Dong."

Qian Daoliu's voice was old and hoarse, yet it carried an unwavering determination.

He slowly released his hand from Bibi Dong's and took a step forward. Suddenly, a terrifying pressure as deep as the ocean erupted from his seemingly old body!
Golden flames shot up from his body, and a huge and majestic phantom of a six-winged angel slowly emerged behind him!
Level 99, Angel Douluo, Qian Daoliu! The true pillar of the Spirit Hall!

“Great Elder, you…” Bibi Dong’s expression changed drastically as she looked at Qian Daoliu in disbelief.

"The Spirit Hall is the foundation of the Angel lineage, passed down for thousands of years. It must not be destroyed because of your stubbornness and madness!" Qian Daoliu slowly turned around. His cloudy old eyes were now clear, even with a trace of pity and disappointment.

"Is it worth sacrificing the entire Spirit Hall for Tang San, a stray dog ​​destined to cause no trouble?"

"I will never allow you to do that!"

"How dare you defy me?!" Bibi Dong screamed, her soul power surging wildly as she tried to break free from Qian Daoliu's invisible pressure.

“Disobedience?” Qian Daoliu shook his head, his voice turning icy cold. “You’re wrong. I’m not disobeying you, but… correcting your mistake!”

"You are no longer worthy to lead the Spirit Hall!" Before the words were finished, Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his hand and pressed it down on Bibi Dong!
The six-winged angel phantom behind him instantly solidified, raising a sword of judgment formed from pure holy light and flame, carrying supreme divine power to purify all evil and judge all heresy, and slashing down at Bibi Dong!
This sword strike did not aim at her physical body, but rather at her soul!

Bibi Dong felt an irresistible, majestic heavenly might pressing down on her. Her newly gathered soul power melted and disintegrated instantly in the face of this divine pressure, just like ice and snow meeting the scorching sun!

Her soul trembled, as if it were about to be completely purified by this sword of judgment!
"puff--!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out, and Bibi Dong's vision went black. Her delicate body slumped to the ground, completely losing the ability to resist.

Qian Daoliu didn't even glance at her again, and directly gave orders to the other guards behind him who also had solemn expressions.

"Golden crocodile!"

“Great Elder.” An elderly man of exceptionally tall stature with bronze skin and an aura second only to Qian Daoliu responded in a deep voice.

He is none other than the Second Elder of the Spirit Hall's Hall of Worship, a level 98 Super Douluo, the Golden Crocodile King, the Golden Crocodile Douluo!
"Go, find that brat named Tang San for me." Qian Daoliu's voice was devoid of any emotion.

"Yes!" Without the slightest hesitation, Golden Crocodile Douluo transformed into a golden streak of light and disappeared from the city tower.

Xue Lingxiao, standing below the city gate, quietly watched the "internal strife" unfolding on the city wall, showing no surprise whatsoever.

He knew that Qian Daoliu was a smart man. A smart man who knew how to make choices and, more importantly, how to assess the situation.

A moment later, Golden Crocodile Douluo returned.

In his hand, as if he were carrying a dead dog, he was holding a young man covered in blood, whose life force was extremely weak.

It was Tang San!

Tang San was utterly despondent. He never imagined that he would be dragged out by this terrifying old monster as soon as he escaped back to the Spirit Hall and hadn't even had a chance to catch his breath!

He never imagined that Bibi Dong, who had vowed to fight Xue Lingxiao to the death, would be defeated so decisively and thoroughly! "Throw him down," Qian Daoliu said coldly.

With a flick of his arm, Golden Crocodile Douluo threw Tang San's body off the high city wall like a tattered sack!
"boom!"

With a muffled thud, Tang San's body crashed heavily in front of Xue Lingxiao's golden dragon-patterned chariot, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but the movement aggravated his injuries, causing him to spit out another mouthful of blood, leaving him in a terrible state.

Xue Lingxiao looked down at his nemesis, who had caused him trouble several times before but was now as insignificant as an ant, with a cold smile playing on his lips.

He didn't speak, he just watched quietly.

On the city tower, Qian Daoliu's aged voice rang out again, this time addressed to Xue Lingxiao.

“Your Majesty the Holy Spirit Emperor, the culprit has been handed over to you.”

"On behalf of the Spirit Hall, I apologize to you and to all the citizens of the Holy Spirit Empire who perished in the war."

"What happened today is the fault of our Spirit Hall for lax discipline and poor judgment of people."

He bowed slightly, performing a gesture that would leave countless people speechless with astonishment.

"I only beg Your Majesty, for Xue'er's sake, to leave a trace of your bloodline for my Spirit Hall."

"I am deeply grateful."

Xue Lingxiao's gaze passed over Tang San, who was prostrate on the ground, and met Qian Daoliu's gaze from afar on the city wall.

Between the two, it was as if an invisible bolt of lightning was striking.

Xue Lingxiao: "I agree."

"This battle ends here."

He slowly raised his hand, and his authoritative and indifferent voice resounded throughout the entire venue once again.

"retreat!"

The Holy Spirit Empire's massive army, like an iron torrent, did not hesitate at all after receiving the order. They slowly turned around and retreated from Martial Soul City in an orderly manner, like a tide.

When they arrived, their aura was as fierce as a tiger, capable of swallowing up thousands of miles!
They left as silently as the wind!
The terrifying combat power and absolute obedience displayed by this army instilled a sense of dread and fear from the depths of the soul in all the surviving Spirit Hall Soul Masters!
Soon, only Xue Lingxiao's golden dragon-patterned chariot and the few terrifyingly powerful experts beside him remained in front of Wuhun City.

And then there's Tang San, lying prostrate on the ground, his fate unknown.

The great battle seemed to have ended just like that.

In a way that no one expected.

A cold silence enveloped the ravaged Wuhun City.

Although the iron hooves of the Holy Spirit Empire have retreated, the terrifying pressure that crushed everything remains like a leech, deeply imprinted on the souls of every Spirit Hall Soul Master who survived the catastrophe.

Xue Lingxiao's golden dragon-patterned chariot stood quietly in the central square.

He looked down at the young man at his feet, who was slumped on the ground like a lump of mud, coughing up blood.

(End of this chapter)