18: Tan Li

"Supreme Pontiff, may I ask why you summoned me so late at night?"

Bibi Dong's voice was as clear and cold as an ice spring, carrying a distant aloofness that kept others at bay. Her back was ramrod straight, like a sheathed cold blade.

Qian Xunji took a step forward, and the powerful Titled Douluo's pressure, like an invisible tide, quietly spread, compressing the space within the secret chamber.

"Important matter?" He chuckled softly, his laughter echoing between the stone walls, carrying an unsettling reverberation. "Dong'er, you are the future hope of my Spirit Hall, the chosen successor of the Angel God. Every matter concerning you, to me, to Spirit Hall, is of utmost importance."

He drew another step closer, now less than two meters away, seemingly close enough to feel each other's breath.

Qian Xunji reached out, his fingertips carrying a hint of temptation, intending to brush a wisp of Bibi Dong's hair that had fallen by her cheek.

"Your Holiness, respect yourself!"

Bibi Dong sharply turned aside, a cold light flashing in her purple eyes, like an aurora suddenly lighting up the polar ice fields, sharp and frigid.

Her Soul Power instantly surged, and a faint purplish-gold halo emanated from her body, like an invisible barrier, isolating Qian Xunji's nauseating aura.

Being rejected so decisively, the hypocritical smile on Qian Xunji's face vanished instantly, replaced by a sullen expression of offense and a ruthless determination.

"Respect myself?" The mask of hypocrisy instantly tore. The smile on Qian Xunji's face was completely gone, leaving only the dark resentment of being defied and a ruthless determination to have his way.

His voice suddenly rose, sharp and piercing, "Bibi Dong! Recognize your place! Everything about you, including you yourself, was given by Spirit Hall! Given by me! The meaning of your existence is to bear the God Position of the Angel God, to serve me! To serve the Supreme Pontiff!"

Before he finished speaking, the terrifying Soul Power of a Level 95 Titled Douluo erupted without reservation like a bursting dam. The air in the entire secret chamber seemed to be instantly sucked out, and the immense pressure made dust fall from the stone walls.

Before he finished speaking, he could no longer wait, and his eyes blazed with ferocity.

The terrifying Soul Power of a Level 95 Titled Douluo exploded without reservation, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami roaring.

The air in the entire secret chamber seemed to be instantly sucked out, and the immense pressure made the stone walls creak. His withered five fingers formed a claw, golden light swirling around his fingertips, carrying a terrifying might that seemed to tear space itself, striking like lightning towards Bibi Dong's shoulder.

The target was clear and vile, not a vital point, but enough to instantly incapacitate all of Bibi Dong's resistance.

Bibi Dong's pupils constricted. Although she had some suspicions in her heart, when this suspicion became reality, the first thing to die was her heart.

However, Bibi Dong had no mind to think about these things right now.

Facing Qian Xunji's attack, although Bibi Dong was remarkably talented, she was still only a Spirit Saint compared to a Titled Douluo, especially a powerhouse like Qian Xunji who had been at the peak for many years. The gap was like a chasm.

But her inherent pride and indomitable spirit made it impossible for her to simply surrender.

"Death Spider Emperor! Possess!"

A clear shout, filled with a desperate resolve to perish together.

A deep purple light instantly erupted from her body, and eight phantom spider legs, glowing with a cold, dark luster, suddenly unfurled behind her. The aura of death and extreme poison permeated the air.

She pushed both palms forward, and dense purplish-black Soul Power condensed into two heavily poisoned spider web shields, fiercely meeting the golden claw that was striking at her.

Boom—!!!

A deafening explosion reverberated in the narrow secret chamber. The purplish-black poisonous mist and the dazzling golden light collided violently. The spider web shields lasted for less than an instant, then shattered inch by inch like fragile glass.

Bibi Dong felt as if she had been struck by a heavy hammer. Her condensed Soul Power instantly disintegrated, and a small mouthful of crimson blood spurted from her mouth, staining the purplish-gold robes on her chest. She was sent flying like a broken kite, violently struck by that overwhelming force, her back slamming heavily against the cold stone wall.

One strike!

The power gap between Bibi Dong and Qian Xunji was like a chasm.

"Ugh!"

Excruciating pain instantly swept through her entire body; her internal organs felt as if they had shifted.

Bibi Dong slid down the rough, cold stone wall, collapsing onto the ground. Her luxurious Supreme Pontiff robes were stained with dust and dark red blood, making her appear disheveled.

Her beautiful face had lost all color, as pale as paper, and a few strands of messy purple hair clung to her sweaty forehead. In her violet eyes, an unyielding flame burned, yet it could not hide a hint of exhaustion, weakness, and despair.

She struggled to stand up, but her Soul Power was chaotic, and her meridians were in excruciating pain. A single blow from a Titled Douluo had already left her severely injured.

Qian Xunji approached step by step, a cruel and satisfied smile on his face. As he looked at Bibi Dong, beautiful and fragile like a broken-winged angel, fallen in the dust, the nauseating desire in his eyes almost materialized.

"Now, do you understand who is the master?"

He stretched out his hand, his withered fingers again reaching towards Bibi Dong's chest, which was slightly heaving from pain and anger, intending to completely tear away her last shred of dignity and resistance.

Just as those dirty fingers were about to touch that noble purplish-gold fabric—

"Let her go!"

A furious roar, carrying a childish voice yet filled with monstrous rage, exploded like thunder at the entrance of the secret chamber!

The heavy stone door had, at some unknown point, been pushed open to a crack, and a small figure rushed in like lightning.

It was Mo Yuhan. At this moment, his small body trembled slightly from extreme rage, and in his dark eyes, a gloomy flame burned, almost incinerating everything.

Without any hesitation, the moment he rushed in, Mo Yuhan's consciousness had already connected with the power within his body that had just completed its transformation. In his chest, the Xuan Huang Flame spirit core spun wildly, and the gloomy flame emanated from his body.

In his dantian, the newly formed dark yellow Dou Qi vortex spun at an unprecedented speed, and the condensed Dou Qi surged like a breaking dam.

Xuan Huang Flame and Dou Qi, two completely different primal forces, intensely intertwined and collided around his small body. The space around him began to twist and blur, as if a giant rock had been thrown into a calm pool, sending out ripples of invisible energy.

A deep, dark vortex, seemingly connected to endless nothingness, suddenly opened with him as its center.

The edges of the vortex were flickering Xuan Huang Flame, but its core was a swirling dark yellow Dou Qi, emitting chaotic yet powerful spatial fluctuations.

"Aunt!"

Mo Yuhan roared, his small body erupting with super-limit speed. Before Qian Xunji's astonished gaze could reach him, he, like a burning dark shadow, pounced to Bibi Dong's side.

He stretched out his arms and, with all his might, tightly embraced Bibi Dong's body, which was trembling slightly from her severe injuries. His hands met the cool, silky fabric of the Supreme Pontiff's robes, mixed with the smell of blood and Bibi Dong's unique cold fragrance, like a violet from a secluded valley.

Qian Xunji reacted, and seeing that Mo Yuhan dared to touch his prey, he became furious: "Little beast! How dare you?!"

His withered claw twisted, and a sharp, incomparable golden Soul Power tore through the air, fiercely striking towards Mo Yuhan's back.

If this attack landed, it would instantly turn Mo Yuhan into dust.

However, just as the destructive golden light was about to touch Mo Yuhan's body—

Buzz!!!

A void spatial vortex suddenly collapsed, completely engulfing the two figures, one large and one small, who were tightly embracing each other.

The golden Soul Power fiercely struck the empty, cold stone floor, leaving a deep, bottomless scorched mark, and shattered stones flew.

Qian Xunji's attack missed.

Under the faint blue soul guiding lamp light, only the cold stone walls remained, scattered dust, and a lingering trace of heat and the aftershocks of spatial distortion in the air. Bibi Dong and Mo Yuhan, along with that strange dark yellow vortex, had completely vanished without a trace.

The secret chamber returned to deadly silence, with only Qian Xunji's heavy, furious, and disbelieving gasps echoing.

His face, distorted by anger, appeared particularly hideous and terrifying in the faint blue light.