Chapter 275

Spirit Hall, Pope Palace.

The entire Pope Palace deliberation hall seemed to have condensed a layer of frost; there were only three people in the hall.

Pope Bibi Dong sitting in the main seat, the Spirit Hall Holy Son Xie Yue standing behind her, trembling in fear,

and Qian Renxue, who had changed back into women's clothing with her golden hair, looking heroic and spirited.

Qian Renxue stood ten meters opposite Bibi Dong.

The deathly silence in the deliberation hall had lasted for a long time.

Bibi Dong's sharp gaze was always fixed on Qian Renxue's face, but Qian Renxue stared back at her without giving an inch.

Neither of them spoke, but the oppressive atmosphere made Xie Yue behind Bibi Dong feel unable to breathe.

"Xie Yue, you go out first."

Bibi Dong waved her hand; in her eyes, something seemed to have appeared, and something seemed to have been lost.

Xie Yue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, responded respectfully, and walked quickly out of the deliberation hall.

Not until he walked out of the hall did he discover that his clothes were already soaked with sweat.

He had been following Bibi Dong for many years, but he had never seen anyone dare to look at her with such eyes in front of her.

Who on earth was that woman? She looked not much older than himself. But why was the aura on her so powerful?

That wasn't the aura pressure from a martial soul, but a kind of strength and majesty from the heart.

Only Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue were left in the Spirit Hall deliberation hall. Bibi Dong stood up slowly.

Her figure was not much different from Qian Renxue's in front of her, and she walked toward Qian Renxue step by step.

Qian Renxue did not shrink back because of Bibi Dong's aura; her face was indifferent, and her gaze was even more intense than Bibi Dong's.

A very complex light flashed from the bottom of Bibi Dong's eyes. Suddenly, all her aura seemed to disappear at this moment.

She sighed: "Failure is failure; everything can start over. We are still in an absolute advantage in the general trend."

Qian Renxue said coldly: "I lost to you. If it weren't for your haste, how would I have risked launching it early?"

"Sister..."

The last word that should have been a call, she deliberately elongated the sound, making it sound full of mockery.

"Sister?" A flash of anger passed through Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Good, you remember, you must call me that in the future."

Qian Renxue snorted coldly.

"No, I'd better call you Pope. In this world, I only have one relative, and that is Grandfather."

"Except for Grandfather, any titles related to relatives will not appear in my mouth in the future."

"Didn't you say that my coming to this world was a mistake in the first place?"

"He is already dead, and you have also gotten what you wanted. But you must remember, you are you, and I am me."

"From now on, we will each govern our own affairs. You manage your Spirit Hall, and I will manage my Elder Hall and Douluo Hall."

"From now on, you have no right to deploy any of the elders in the Elder Hall."

"What did you say?" Bibi Dong's gaze became sharp again, and the powerful aura instantly condensed into a pressure like substance, forcing Qian Renxue to retreat several steps before stabilizing her body.

Under the pressure of Bibi Dong's powerful aura, a wisp of blood flowed from the corner of her mouth.

But the sneer on her face did not decrease in the slightest.

Seeing the blood flowing from the corner of Qian Renxue's mouth, Bibi Dong was stunned for a moment, her sharp aura paused, and she slowly retracted it.

"You go out. Go see your grandfather. If he also agrees with your statement, I have no opinion."

At this moment, Bibi Dong seemed to have aged ten years.

You know, although her actual age was twenty years older than Qian Renxue's, on the surface, they looked about the same.

Qian Renxue swept a cold glance at Bibi Dong and walked out without looking back.

The door of the deliberation hall made a loud noise due to the violent collision, as if it had isolated them in two worlds.

Elder Hall.

This was the largest building in the Spirit Hall and represented the most powerful force in the entire Spirit Hall.

Inside the high-domed building, the first thing one saw upon entering was a spacious hall.

The vaulted ceiling was nearly thirty meters high, and the surroundings were divided into three floors, each with ten rooms.

Except for extremely special circumstances, the primary condition for being able to live here was having spirit power above level 90 and possessing the strength of a Titled Douluo or higher.

This was the true highest power of the Spirit Hall; even the Pope had to be restricted by it.

In the final analysis, it was still the effect of strength.

At this time, the Elder Hall was quiet, without even a servant to serve.

When Qian Renxue walked into the huge hall, the pores on her body suddenly contracted.

Right at the innermost side of this hall, in front of a huge six-winged angel sculpture made of pure gold and ten meters high, a person stood quietly.

Qian Daoliu.

He had his back to the door, looking up at the pure gold statue.

From his back, he was a man, relatively tall but not robust, wearing a simple gray robe, with black long hair draped behind his head, combed very neatly.

"Grandfather." Standing at the entrance, Qian Renxue fell to her knees with a thud.

On her originally cold face, she could no longer maintain that stubbornness, and tears flowed down her cheeks.

Qian Daoliu turned around slowly.

He looked like he was only thirty or forty years old, with a faint smile on his face.

That calm, tranquil aura gave people a very comfortable feeling. The most strange thing was,

even if there were a Titled Douluo here, they would definitely not be able to feel a trace of spirit power fluctuation from him; this was the powerful strength of a Limit Douluo.

Qian Daoliu took a light step, and the next moment he had already arrived in front of Qian Renxue.

His movements were not fast, but when he arrived in front of Qian Renxue, Qian Renxue had already thrown herself into his arms and burst into tears.

Impersonating Xue Qinghe for more than ten years, the pressure she endured and the lost youth—only she knew best.

If she succeeded, then everything would be fine; now that she failed, everything was gone.

"Have you seen her?" Qian Daoliu gently stroked Qian Renxue's golden hair.

Qian Renxue nodded silently.

Qian Daoliu sighed: "She didn't do anything wrong either."

Qian Renxue raised her head, looking at the only relative she had always considered in front of her.

"Grandfather, are you not going to help me either?"

Qian Daoliu sighed lightly.

"I cannot help. Although she was a bit radical, she didn't do anything wrong. After all, she is the Pope of the Spirit Hall."

"What's more, in the Spirit Hall, her influence has already surpassed mine."

"What?" Qian Renxue was shocked, and even the tears that had been flowing in her eyes stopped.

She knew her grandfather best; he could be called the number one powerhouse on the continent.

"This... this is impossible."