Douluo Continent: The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda? A Soul Beast Pagoda!

"I said, I'm not going! Are you deaf?!"

These words resounded like thunder in the hall!

Not only was Bibi Dong on the throne stunned, but even the servants who were standing in the corner of the hall, who were keeping their eyes down and not paying attention to their own thoughts, were horrified and subconsciously held their breath, wishing they could disappear immediately!

"you--!"

Bibi Dong suddenly stood up from her throne, gripping the scepter in her hand so tightly that it creaked, her knuckles turning white from the force.

Boundless rage instantly overwhelmed her last shred of reason!

Qian Renxue not only refused, but dared to speak to her like that?!

In her eyes, an extremely eerie purple light suddenly flashed, as if something evil and violent had been ignited in an instant!

"boom--!!"

A terrifying pressure of soul power erupted from Bibi Dong like a volcanic eruption, sweeping out without reservation!

A terrifying aura at the level of a Title Douluo filled every corner of the hall!

Qian Renxue, who was the first to be affected, was merely a Soul Master. How could she withstand such power?

She let out a muffled groan, as if struck by an invisible giant hammer. Her petite body was instantly thrown off the ground and flew backward, crashing heavily onto the smooth, cold ground.

The servants in the corner of the hall were even more overwhelmed. Under this terrifying pressure, their legs went weak, and they all knelt down with a "thud," their faces pale, their bodies trembling, and they didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Bibi Dong looked down at Qian Renxue, who was lying on the ground with blood trickling from the corner of her mouth, yet still stubbornly raising her head to look at her. She felt no pity, only furious anger at being disobeyed and a twisted sense of pleasure.

She gave a cold laugh, her voice as chilling as the winds of the deepest hell:

"Very well! You little wretch, how dare you defy the Pope and disobey his decrees! Your crime... deserves death!"

Her figure flickered and disappeared from the throne. The next moment, she appeared in front of Qian Renxue, and a hand wrapped in soul power mercilessly reached for Qian Renxue's slender neck!

With lightning speed and ruthless decisiveness, he truly intended to take Qian Renxue's life!

Qian Renxue's pupils contracted sharply, and the shadow of death instantly loomed over her!

The hand was about to touch her throat.

"Buzz—!!"

A dazzling, sacred golden light appeared out of thin air without warning and blocked Qian Renxue's path!

"Bang!"

Bibi Dong slammed her palm hard onto the golden light shield, producing a dull thud.

The light shield remained completely still, but instead unleashed a gentle yet overwhelming counterforce, forcefully pushing Bibi Dong back several meters!

The golden light faded, revealing a tall, pine-like white figure.

It is indeed a thousand streams!

He shielded Qian Renxue behind him, his gaze calm yet imposing, and looked at Bibi Dong, whose face was ashen, before speaking in a deep voice.

"Bibi Dong! Now that Xue'er has made her choice, you, as the Pope, shouldn't be making things so difficult for a child! Let alone... harboring murderous intentions!"

"grandfather!"

Having narrowly escaped death, Qian Renxue saw her grandfather's familiar and imposing back. Her tense nerves suddenly relaxed, and her eyes welled up with tears. The grievances and lingering fear of surviving the ordeal surged into her heart.

"A thousand streams!"

Bibi Dong steadied herself, looked at the suddenly appearing Qian Daoliu and Qian Renxue whom she was firmly protecting behind her, her eyes almost spitting fire as she squeezed out the name through gritted teeth.

It's him again! That old bastard always protects that little bitch!

Qian Daoliu said no more, and didn't even glance at the furious Bibi Dong again.

He bent down and gently helped the injured Qian Renxue up. A warm and pure soul force flowed into her body, stabilizing her injuries.

Then, he took Qian Renxue's hand, turned around, and walked out of the hall.

His steps were steady, as if he were nothing to the surging killing intent and oppressive aura within the hall.

"Stop right there!" Bibi Dong shouted sharply.

Qian Daoliu did not stop walking, nor did he even turn his head.

Only that calm yet absolutely powerful voice echoed throughout the hall:

"I cannot presume to inquire about matters of the Papal Palace. But Xue'er... is my granddaughter. Anyone who dares to harm her will have to ask the sword in my hand first."

As soon as he finished speaking, he and Qian Renxue disappeared into the light outside the palace gate.

"ah--!!"

Watching helplessly as Qian Daoliu took Qian Renxue away, her long-prepared killing move was easily neutralized, and her plan completely failed, Bibi Dong could no longer suppress the raging anger and frustration surging in her chest!

She suddenly raised the scepter in her hand and slammed it hard onto the ground!

"Boom!"

The entire Papal Palace seemed to tremble!

Spiderweb-like cracks spread across the solid ground, centered on the tip of the staff!

The servants inside the hall were terrified, burying their heads even lower and not daring to breathe.

After a long time, the storm finally subsided.

Bibi Dong stood still, her chest rising and falling slightly, her beautiful face contorted with anger.

But the madness in those purple eyes gradually faded, replaced by a deep, cold calculation.

Something's not right...something's really not right!

Based on her understanding of Qian Renxue, there was no way she could refuse her arrangement so resolutely, even with an unprecedented sense of confidence!

Not to mention daring to speak rudely to her!

Who was it? Who influenced her from behind the scenes? Who changed her mind?

Qian Daoliu? Those old guys like Jin E?

They would certainly protect Qian Renxue, but given their mindset, they might not directly teach her to rebel against them. They would be more likely to persuade her indirectly or offer protection.

There must be someone else!

Bibi Dong's eyes sharpened.

She slowly turned around and walked back to the throne, her steps steady, having regained her usual coldness and majesty.

"Someone come here." Her icy voice rang out.

A servant scrambled forward, prostrated himself on the ground, and stammered, "Your...Your Holiness the Pope..."

"Investigate," Bibi Dong sat back on her throne, her fingers lightly tapping the armrest, a cold glint in her purple eyes. "Find out who Qian Renxue has been in contact with at the academy these past two days."

Her intuition told her that the key to the problem lay there.

"Yes! I'll take care of it immediately!"

The servants, feeling as if they had been granted a pardon, quickly kowtowed and then retreated rapidly from the main hall.

The empty hall returned to silence, with only Bibi Dong sitting alone on the high platform.

She gazed at the enormous angel relief on the ceiling, a cold and cruel smile curving her lips.

No matter who it is, anyone who dares to disrupt her plans or affect her control...

They will all pay the price!

……

Night falls in the depths of the Papal Palace, inside the Pope's private bedroom.

The lingering moisture had not completely dissipated, and the air was filled with the delicate scent of expensive perfumes.

After her bath, Bibi Dong wore only a loose, soft silk bathrobe, her long, wet hair loosely tied up with a simple jade hairpin.

A few strands of hair playfully fell down her long, fair neck and delicate collarbone.

The neckline of the bathrobe was slightly open, revealing a patch of skin below that was as smooth and white as mutton fat jade, glistening alluringly under the light.

She walked barefoot on the floor covered with a thick velvet carpet and slowly walked to the large desk.

On the table, several files that had just been handed over by a servant were neatly arranged.

Having shed the heavy papal robes and imposing crown of the daytime, Bibi Dong now possessed less of the suffocating oppressive aura, but more of a languid yet dangerously alluring beauty.

She sat down gracefully, reached out, picked up the top file, and gently unfolded it.