Chapter 38: Bibi Dong's Embrace

Zhou Yu had long anticipated that Bibi Dong would react so intensely; he immediately embellished the story, saying, "They recently reunited in Tiandou City and vowed to stay together forever and spend the rest of their lives as one."

"Heh! What a vow to stay together forever and spend the rest of their lives as one..."

Her first love making vows to another woman caused Bibi Dong's heart to feel as though it were being ruthlessly sliced apart by sharp blades, the pain unbearable.

Seeing the moment was ripe, Zhou Yu spoke in a deep voice, "Your subordinate... has a way to break the bond between them!"

These words instantly pleased Bibi Dong, and her graceful figure could not help but rise from her chair.

In a single flash, she appeared before Zhou Yu in an instant.

"On what grounds do you believe... you can accomplish this?"

Bibi Dong's words carried a hint of doubt and expectation as she asked in a soft, delicate voice.

Zhou Yu took a deep breath and decided to prove with action that he possessed sufficient ability.

As he released his first martial soul, brilliant light erupted beneath his feet, revealing four dazzling Spirit Rings in sequence: yellow, yellow, purple, and black.

"You... have actually reached the Soul Ancestor level?"

Clearly, Zhou Yu's soul power level made even Bibi Dong feel a trace of surprise.

It must be known that although the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall were at the Soul King level, their ages were already nearing twenty.

Yet Zhou Yu was not even fourteen.

Immediately after, an incredible scene suddenly appeared before Bibi Dong's eyes.

Zhou Yu activated the Chameleon's unique second innate ability, Imitation, instantly transforming into the appearance of Yu Xiaogang.

This was the first time he had displayed this unique innate ability before anyone other than Si Si.

"..."

Bibi Dong was utterly shocked; before she could recover from the astonishment, a gentle call softly rang in her ears.

"Dong'er..."

In this world, only Yu Xiaogang could call her "Dong'er."

Bibi Dong could no longer suppress her emotions, and even the Pope's Scepter, a symbol of authority, slipped powerlessly from her hand.

"Xiaogang..."

Her eyes instantly filled with tears; she opened her arms and involuntarily threw herself into the warm embrace of her first love.

"..."

Zhou Yu was utterly shocked, and his chest felt a huge, full pressure.

This sudden soft jade entering his embrace made every inch of his skin feel as though it had been lightly brushed by electric current, becoming both tingly and numb.

Friends who often hugged older ladies should understand this feeling deeply.

Truly, youth does not know the goodness of older ladies, mistakenly treating young girls as treasures.

Zhou Yu had originally only intended to demonstrate his Imitation ability; he never expected to touch Bibi Dong's soft spot, causing her to lose her composure so completely.

At this moment, he was already in a predicament where he could neither advance nor retreat; once the other party came to her senses, she might take his life at any moment.

"Whether I live or die, I'll take the risk..."

Summoning his courage, Zhou Yu slowly raised both hands and tightly embraced the most powerful woman on the entire continent.

Bibi Dong's slender body trembled involuntarily; she felt strong, powerful arms encircling her, her fingertips tracing down her smooth, delicate back, and when the curve of his fingers slid to her lower back, two large hands embraced her slender waist. With just a slight force, she completely melted into a burning embrace.

Her cheeks flushed crimson, and her entire body went limp...

"Xiaogang... I miss you so much!"

Hearing Bibi Dong's genuine outpouring of emotion, Zhou Yu truly could not understand what merit Yu Xiaogang possessed to make such a woman dream of him so obsessively.

Gazing at those cherry-blossom-like, vibrant, dripping-red lips, an uncontrollable impulse surged within Zhou Yu's heart.

He decided to go all out; while Bibi Dong had not yet come to her senses, he leaned down and kissed her with deep affection.

"Mua~"

Zhou Yu's superb kissing technique instantly made Bibi Dong lose her reason and begin to moan involuntarily.

This was something that old man Yu Xiaogang, who only knew how to masturbate, could not compare to. In an instant, a sharp light flashed in Bibi Dong's beautiful eyes.

"Impudent!"

With a furious shout, the figure of Yu Xiaogang, which Zhou Yu had conjured, suddenly trembled, and the entire person was violently blasted away by a surging, powerful force.

"You seek death!"

Bibi Dong was furious with shame; if she had not been trapped by love, how could someone with the strength of a Title Douluo be deceived by such a level of disguise ability?

Zhou Yu did not dispel the transformation; he immediately knelt on both knees and, using Yu Xiaogang's voice, said, "Your subordinate deserves death! Please, Your Holiness the Pope, forgive me!"

"You can even imitate the voice..."

"Is this the innate ability of your martial soul?"

Bibi Dong was not truly enraged; otherwise, Zhou Yu would already have been reunited with his entire family.

If she could cause Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong's relationship to break, why would she not be delighted? "This Emperor does not care what method you use, as long as you can make Xiaogang and that wench..."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yu finally dispelled his transformation ability and kowtowed, saying, "Your subordinate will definitely complete the mission! Please rest assured, Your Holiness the Pope!"

"Leave!"

After throwing out that order, Bibi Dong turned and sat back down on her Pope's Throne.

After Zhou Yu left the hall, she could not help but sigh softly, raised her slender jade fingers, and gently touched her red lips.

She clearly knew that was not Yu Xiaogang's true body, yet she could not control her emotions.

The kiss just now was like a stone thrown into a heart-lake, stirring up ripple after ripple.

"Xiaogang, I will definitely make you return to my side..."

Walking out of the hall, Zhou Yu finally let out a long, deep breath, as if he had shed a heavy burden.

Just now, he had risked everything, leveraging Bibi Dong's feelings for Yu Xiaogang, and had finally escaped disaster.

"If I could devour the characteristics of her martial soul..."

At this moment, a bold thought sprang up in Zhou Yu's heart; as the saying goes, those who survive a great calamity are sure to have good fortune afterward.

He not only wanted his martial soul to evolve into a Dragon, but also to become a god.

Just then, five figures appeared before his eyes, blocking his path.

Ghost Douluo and Ju Douluo glanced at him expressionlessly before walking straight into the hall.

The remaining three were precisely the Golden Generation of the Spirit Hall.

"Kid, you just stole all the glory. Now, I'll make you taste some bitterness!"

Bibi Dong had once promised that if Zhou Yu completed the mission, she would personally award him the Purple Record Medal of the Spirit Hall.

This made Yan feel extremely displeased; he did not think this brat before him could be compared to their Golden Generation to share this honor.

Zhou Yu, of course, clearly understood his intention; his gaze turned toward Hu Liena and Xie Yue standing nearby. If the three of them attacked him alone, he would surely have no chance of winning.

Finally, his gaze involuntarily settled on Hu Liena. She had a head of long black hair, her appearance bore some resemblance to her brother Xie Yue, her figure was nearly perfect with curves, yet the feeling she gave was like that of a wolf poised to strike.

Zhou Yu curled the corner of his mouth and said, "Senior Yan, do you intend to bully the few with the many, or the small with the large?"

The opponent was a fifty-two-level War Soul King of the direct attack type, with two yellow, two purple, and one black Spirit Ring.

And Zhou Yu was currently a forty-nine-level Soul Ancestor; the gap in strength between the two sides was three levels and one Spirit Ring.

However, he had already assembled another Desert Eagle, and it was loaded with bullets.

He had always refused to reveal the gunpowder formula to the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect because he did not want to exhaust his value too early.

Bullets are mainly composed of four parts: the casing, the bullet head, the propellant powder, and the primer.

The former two can already be mass-produced by the arsenal; as for the latter two, they will be his trump cards.

Yan, with a look of disdain on his face, said, "To deal with you, I alone am more than enough!"

(End of this chapter)