Chapter 182

"Your Holiness the Pope, the talks have broken down. What should we do next?" Inside the Pope's hall, Yue Guan spoke up.

"I didn't expect this Titan to be so barbaric, actually thinking that obtaining a 100,000-year spirit ring and becoming a Title Douluo would allow him to act recklessly in front of me!" Bibi Dong's eyes were ice-cold, her mood terribly bad.

It's really that this old Titan is giving her no face as the Pope.

"He doesn't even put the Spirit Hall in his eyes; we must teach him a lesson!"

"I propose we strike against the Godcraft Pavilion and the Power Clan tonight and wipe them out!"

"The Heaven Dou Empire has no Title Douluo left; let's see how arrogant they can still be!"

Gui Mei also quickly chimed in agreement.

"No, this matter cannot be rushed like this; I worry it will disrupt all our laid-out plans."

"The Godcraft Pavilion and the Power Clan are located in Heaven Dou City, which has over 100,000 troops stationed inside, and furthermore they are now massively purchasing soul tools, increasing everyone's combat power, so we cannot act rashly; some of our previous arrangements must also be changed."

"For now we cannot directly go to war with the Heaven Dou Empire, otherwise the Star Luo Empire and other forces will reap the benefits."

Although Bibi Dong was in a bad mood, her intellect remained; she immediately vetoed Gui Mei's plan to mobilize.

This was a plan she had wanted to carry out earlier, but she kept postponing it, and now due to the current situation she can only cancel it.

Or we could hold off and discuss it after we have made a new arrangement later.

"But we can't just swallow our anger, can we? I can't stomach this!" Gui Mei and Yue Guan said.

"We'll secretly strike at members of the Power Clan and the Godcraft Pavilion; as soon as we spot someone leaving their territory, we'll immediately bring them back to our hidden forces, take out our anger on them, and gradually wear down their manpower."

"We'll secretly disgust the opposition."

"For now, this is all we can do."

"We'll talk about future matters later."

Bibi Dong thought for a moment, then said.

"Yes, sir." Yue Guan and Gui Mei nodded.

Bibi Dong thought it over and still decided to go to the Hall of Worship to inform the Grand Master Qian Daoliu of the outside situation.

"What brings you here?" A strong old man in golden armor walked out, his aura rich and powerful.

He slowly walked out from within, his golden armor glinting with dazzling light in the sunset's afterglow.

On the armor, a golden crocodile motif was lifelike, as if it might slither out of the fine carving at any moment.

His stature was burly, his muscles as if finely sculpted by a stone carver, with distinct lines full of strength.

His eyes were deep and firm, as if able to perceive the innermost depths of a person's heart.

His slender eyebrows rose slightly, revealing a hint of unyielding sharpness.

Whenever his gaze swept over something, even the wind seemed to become solemn and reverent.

Each of his steps was steady and powerful, his golden armor emitting low, resonant sounds like war drums echoing across an empty battlefield.

The surrounding air seemed to regard him with reverent eyes.

This is the oppressive feeling brought by a strong one.

This person is the Second Master of the Hall of Worship, the Gold Crocodile Douluo.

He is a peak rank ninety-eight Super Douluo.

He is just one step away from entering rank ninety-nine.

Likewise, he possesses a powerful 100,000-year ninth spirit ring.

His age is greater than Qian Daoliu's.

Therefore he is currently the eldest member of the Spirit Hall.

"Second Master, I have an important matter to report to the Grand Master."

Gazing at the holy Angel Hall, Bibi Dong flashed a hint of disgust, but it was quickly suppressed.

She harbors an irreconcilable grudge against the Angel Clan and the Qian family; if not for her insufficient strength, she would surely rise in revolt, annihilate them, and become the true ruler of the Spirit Hall.

Nowadays, on the surface the Spirit Hall follows her word, but those are trivial matters; for major issues, approval from Grand Master Qian Daoliu is still required.

Were it not for his obstruction, perhaps her actions to unify the continent would be even more unscrupulous and even more frenzied.

"Let her enter." A plain voice came from deep within the Hall of Worship's Angel God Temple.

"You may go in." Having received the Grand Master's order, the Gold Crocodile Douluo stepped aside to clear a path.

Bibi Dong walked inside.

At the end, the golden doors of the Angel God Temple opened automatically, and a holy golden light shone forth; when the light fell on Bibi Dong, the powerful divine force was expelling the evil within her, making her feel extremely uncomfortable, and she couldn't help but shudder.

"Damnable angelic power, light power, actually suppressing me like this! In the future I will surely annihilate you!" Bibi Dong thought, head lowered, her eyes flashing with hatred and killing intent, though she quickly hid it.

Her grip on the Pope's scepter tightened, and it trembled.

She took a deep breath, adjusted her mindset, and continued walking inward.

As she stepped inside, the doors automatically closed.

A golden angel god statue stood ahead on high, with angel god statues all around.

This place is extremely holy.

The hall's interior was adorned with countless sparkling gems; in the refracted light they resembled scattered stars, breathtakingly beautiful.

The immense angel god statue towered into the clouds, its wings spread wide, as if it might take flight at any moment.

The temple was suffused with a faint fragrance, the scent of flowers and incense offered to the angels.

Grand Master Qian Daoliu, clad in pure golden divine robes, his golden hair flowing like a waterfall to the ground.

He knelt before the statue, palms together before his chest, devoutly reciting a prayer.

Each time he lowered his head, his long lashes cast a shadow, accentuating his tranquil, water‑like visage.

His voice was low and powerful, echoing in the vast hall and intertwining with his heartbeat to form a mysterious hymn.

In this holy and tranquil space, each of Qian Daoliu's breaths seemed unusually clear.

His emotions were deep and focused, as if the whole world, apart from the exchange between him and the statue, contained nothing else.

The light inside the temple was soft and even, as if it were a direct manifestation of angelic light, draping Qian Daoliu's figure with a golden halo.

Time seemed to freeze here, and all clamor and worldly turmoil were kept outside the doors.

Qian Daoliu knelt thus, engaging in a silent dialogue with the angel statue, as if recounting his awe of endless ages and his loyalty to the supreme faith.

Until the sunset's afterglow filtered through the windows, casting mottled light and shadow, stretching Qian Daoliu's silhouette; his devotion, like an eternal flame, burned forever in the angel temple, never extinguishing.

Throughout the whole time, Bibi Dong watched, without intervening.

Because she was at a disadvantage in this place, waiting a while wouldn't hurt.

But watching Qian Daoliu's back, she suddenly felt an urge to backstab, which she quickly suppressed.

She is currently only a level‑98 Super Douluo, not yet a match for Qian Daoliu, the level‑99 pinnacle unparalleled Douluo.

Moreover, the opponent is inside the angel temple, able to draw on the angel god's power to reach demigod level; she stands only to be instantly killed.

"What do you come to me for?" Qian Daoliu said lightly, still kneeling without rising.

He gave Bibi Dong no proper glance.

In his eyes, Bibi Dong seemed dispensable.

That made Bibi Dong quite displeased.

But he still voiced the purpose of his visit.

(End of chapter)