Wuhun Luo Sanpao? I am the Dragon Emperor!

Chapter 433 Davis's Coronation Ceremony, Bibi Dong Makes a Powerful Appearance

In the capital of the Star Luo Empire, banners covered the sky, and the streets were deserted as everyone flocked to the city.

Today, Xingluo City exudes a scorching yet solemn atmosphere from the inside out.

Because of His Highness Davis's unification of the continent and his outstanding military achievements, he is officially succeeding to the throne of the Star Luo Empire today!
By this time, both sides of the street were already packed with a dense crowd.

The common people stood on tiptoe, craning their necks, their faces a mixture of awe, curiosity, and a hint of anticipation for the future.

The soldiers maintaining order, clad in gleaming black armor and wielding halberds, stood like a steel jungle, expressionless as they kept the surging crowds outside the safety line, their sharp eyes scanning every corner that might cause a disturbance.

The massive plaza in front of the palace is even more magnificent.

Delegations from various duchies and kingdoms arrived in an endless stream, with magnificent carriages forming a long line. The envoys, dressed in fine clothes and carrying gift lists, solemnly stepped onto the road leading to the main hall of the royal palace, accompanied by the loud announcements of the officials in charge of etiquette.

Their faces wore perfectly measured smiles, but their eyes cautiously scanned their surroundings, assessing the power of the soon-to-be-crowned emperor and weighing their own position within the new dynasty's structure.

The arrival of the sect representatives sparked another wave of whispers.

Most of them were simply dressed but had an extraordinary air about them, walking with a steady gait. They were out of place in the noisy atmosphere around them, yet no one dared to ignore their presence.

Especially when Yu Xiaozhen, the representative of the Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Clan, appeared, the scene clearly quieted down for a moment, and countless eyes focused on him, filled with curiosity, awe, and indescribable complex emotions.

After all, this is a sect that has produced gods.

The cannons roared at the opportune moment, a full 108 salvos, heavy and solemn, officially announcing the start of the coronation ceremony.

The royal orchestra began to play, solemn and grand.

……

In the distance, atop a towering building opposite the palace, two stunningly beautiful figures stood silently in the shadows, overlooking the grand and bustling scene below.

Qian Renxue wore an elegant white dress, and her long golden hair was simply tied back.

The aura of holiness that flowed naturally around her, along with her insightful golden eyes, made her seem like a radiant being, separated from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world by an invisible distance.

She looked down at the scene of thousands of people worshipping and envoys vying to present gifts, and turned her head slightly to look at the person beside her.

Bibi Dong was still wearing that purple papal robe, which accentuated her mature and alluring figure.

But compared to the past, this outfit seems to have a more mysterious and unpredictable feel to it.

Her face was cold and aloof, her gaze calm as she looked down, as if she were looking at a painting that had nothing to do with her.

Only a faint, complex, and ancient purplish-black rune on her forehead, and the occasional, chilling destructive intent that flickered deep in her eyes, suggested that she was no longer the same person she once was.

"Given Xingluo's current momentum in annexing Tiandou and unifying the continent, its political and military power has reached its peak."

Qian Renxue's voice was clear and melodious, carrying a hint of inquiry:
"Looking across the entire continent, the only one who can be considered a rival and has the strength to shake its rule seems to be our Spirit Hall. Aren't you afraid that once its foundation is solidified, we will be the next to rise up and settle scores?"

After she finished speaking, her gaze fell on Bibi Dong's profile.

As for Bibi Dong now, Qian Renxue didn't know how much she still cared about the Spirit Hall after inheriting the God of Destruction, or whether her feelings had changed at all.

The inheritance of divine power can fundamentally change a person, making their vision, perspective, and pursuits different from before.

The Spirit Hall's ambitions seem somewhat "insignificant" in the face of the Divine Path.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold and extremely intimidating smile. There was no warmth in that smile, only an indifference that indicated she controlled everything.

"afraid?"

She uttered the word softly, with a hint of sarcasm.

"I'm afraid he doesn't have the guts to even think about it." She tilted her head slightly, her gaze finally shifting from the grand ceremony below to Qian Renxue's face. In those increasingly deep eyes, it seemed as if countless worlds were rising and falling.

"Just watch."

Her tone was calm, yet it contained an undeniable certainty.

For Bibi Dong, she currently holds a dual identity.

The current Pope of the Spirit Hall, and the successor of the God of Destruction.

Only by ensuring that the new emperor of the Star Luo Empire does not grow so ambitious as to dare to bare her fangs at the Spirit Hall can she devote herself more at ease and wholeheartedly to the more difficult and cruel divine trials to come.

My purpose in coming here today is not to observe the ceremony, but to send a warning and intimidation.

After she finished speaking, she said no more and turned to walk towards the stairwell.

Two figures quietly appeared there, bowing their heads respectfully as they waited.

It was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei.

Bibi Dong continued walking without stopping, passing directly among them.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei immediately turned around silently, as if her two shadows were following closely behind.

The three quickly disappeared into the shadows of the stairs, heading down towards the bustling ceremony hall.

……

In front of the main hall of the palace, the huge square was filled with guests and bustling with noise.

The climax has finally arrived.

After a series of elaborate and solemn rituals, Davis, dressed in imperial robes and with a solemn face that betrayed his barely suppressed excitement, walked step by step up to the supreme altar of heaven.

The official in charge of ceremonies loudly recited the prayer, which was nothing more than praising the new emperor's merits and praying for the prosperity of the country.

All the envoys, nobles, and even civil and military officials below bowed their heads in submission.

When the imperial crown, symbolizing the highest authority of the Star Luo Empire, was presented by the master of ceremonies and placed on Davis's head...

"The Spirit Hall has received Pope Bibi Dong!"

A voice, not particularly loud but crystal clear and with a uniquely feminine tone, suddenly pierced the solemn atmosphere!
Everyone's attention was instantly drawn to it!

At the edge of the square, the crowd seemed to be parted by an invisible force, making way for a passage.

Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, slowly approached with Yue Guan and Gui Mei.

She didn't deliberately quicken her pace, but every step seemed to be in sync with the heartbeats of everyone present.

Her stunningly beautiful face was expressionless, as cold and aloof as if it were frozen solid.

His deep eyes stared straight ahead, as if the astonished, inquisitive, and awe-inspiring gazes around him did not exist.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei followed half a step behind on either side. Although the two titled Douluo tried their best to conceal their auras, the invisible pressure still made those who approached them feel suffocated and subconsciously retreat.

They walked straight ahead, ignoring the most important ceremony that was taking place and all the etiquette, and came directly to the open space at the very front of the altar, which was originally reserved for the most distinguished guests.

Time seemed to stand still at that moment.

Davis narrowed his eyes slightly, looking at the three people who were late to the stage, especially the woman in the lead.

(End of this chapter)