208: Qian Daoliu's Bet

The person in the center wore a luxurious long robe, with a tall and slender figure and exquisite beauty.

Her light purple hair fluttered with the surging Soul Power, and a terrifying Soul Power fluctuation of level ninety-one emanated from her.

The phantom of the Death Spider Emperor Spirit shimmered behind her, exuding an icy, deathly, and all-controlling majesty.

It was Bibi Dong, who had recovered her cultivation and advanced further!

To her left, Ah Yin wore an elegant blue dress, herBi blue hair like a waterfall, her aura serene and profound, like a Spirit of the forest.

The hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor's Soul Power fluctuations were vast and deep, subtly resonating with the surrounding heaven and earth.

To her right, Liu Erlong wore a dark red battle attire, her fiery red hair like burning flames, heroic and valiant, her eyes sharp as knives.

Her fire dragon Spirit roared around her, and her hot, violent aura was completely unmasked.

Her cultivation as a sixty-fourth-level Spirit Emperor might not be top-tier among those present, but her unyielding fighting Spirit, ready to perish with her foe, made people dare not underestimate her.

"Aunt!" Mo Yuhan's icy gaze softened slightly when he saw Bibi Dong.

"Yu Han!"

Bibi Dong's gaze instantly locked onto Mo Yuhan, and in the depths of her icy, majestic purple eyes, an indescribable excitement and relief surged.

Although only a few short months had passed since they last met, when she saw the son who had protected her with his life again, she suppressed the urge to rush over.

Her gaze turned towards the hall, and when she saw Qian Xunji sprawled on the ground, a bone-deep hatred erupted like a volcano.

"Qian Xunji!" Bibi Dong's voice was like ten thousand years of cold ice, carrying monstrous killing intent, "You beast in human skin, the debt from three years ago, it's time to pay it today."

"Saintess Your Excellency!"

"It really is Saintess Your Excellency!"

"She... she's really alive! And... she's stronger!"

"And Chrysanthemum Douluo, Ghost Douluo, they also..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, Ghost Douluo Gui Mei, and several other Elders and High Priests who clearly favored Bibi Dong, also appeared at this moment, standing behind Bibi Dong and the other two.

Their appearance was like the last straw that broke the camel's back, making those wavering Spirit Hall high-ranking officials completely understand—the tide had turned.

Supreme Pontiff Qian Xunji's crimes were likely true.

The high-ranking officials of Spirit Hall instantly split into two distinct factions.

One faction, led by Qian Daoliu and Qian Xunji, had no small number of supporters, though most of them looked grim and their eyes flickered.

The other faction, centered around Bibi Dong and Mo Yuhan, gathered old subordinates like Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo, as well as powerhouses who were shocked by the truth and turned to support the rectification of wrongs.

At this moment, with Queen Medusa, a terrifying existence like a stabilizing force, holding down the fort, their momentum was like a rainbow.

Inside and outside the entire Supreme Pontiff Palace, the atmosphere was extremely tense, with swords drawn and bows bent, ready to erupt at any moment! An internal conflict capable of overturning the foundation of Spirit Hall was about to break out!

Qian Daoliu looked at the crisis before him, which was enough to tear Spirit Hall apart, looked at his son Qian Xunji's pathetic state, and then looked at Bibi Dong's powerful and imposing lineup on the opposite side, especially the purple-clad woman whose aura was unfathomable and made him feel a chill.

His heart was filled with bitterness and powerlessness.

He knew that if a full-scale war were to break out today, Spirit Hall's thousand-year foundation would surely be destroyed, and blood would flow like rivers!

"Enough!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly took a step forward, and the pressure of a Limit Douluo swept out like a tsunami, forcefully suppressing the impending conflict between the two sides.

His golden eyes swept across the entire scene, finally landing on Mo Yuhan and Queen Medusa, his voice carrying a sense of the hero's twilight and resolute determination:

"Mo Yuhan! And this... Your Excellency!"

He nodded slightly towards Queen Medusa, showing respect for a powerhouse, "Spirit Hall... cannot be destroyed!"

He took a deep breath, as if using all his strength, and uttered his final struggle: "Qian Xunji... he committed a great sin, deserving of ten thousand deaths, but he... is my son after all.

As a father, I cannot stand by and watch him die.

I, Qian Daoliu, am willing to make a pact with you all, in my capacity as Spirit Hall's High Priest."

Mo Yuhan's eyes were cold: "Speak!"

"Today's events all stem from Qian Xunji.

Is your goal his life, or the authority of Spirit Hall?"

Qian Daoliu's gaze was piercing, "If it is only for Qian Xunji's life, I cannot concede, but if it is for the future of Spirit Hall... this old man is willing to wager himself!"

He pointed to Queen Medusa: "This Your Excellency's aura is as vast as an abyss, making even this old man feel a chill.

Presumably, her strength is on par with this old man's (Qian Daoliu was still unaware of the subtle differences between a Dou Zong and a Limit Douluo).

This old man proposes that I and this Your Excellency have a fair fight!"

He looked around at everyone, his voice carrying a final sense of majesty and tragedy: "If this old man wins, please retreat immediately.

Spirit Hall will give you an explanation for today's matter, but Qian Xunji's life must be spared.

If this old man loses..."

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over the ashen-faced Qian Xunji, a hint of pain flashing in his eyes, which then turned into resolution: "If this old man loses, Qian Xunji will immediately be stripped of his position as Supreme Pontiff, and Bibi Dong will succeed him as Supreme Pontiff.

Mo Yuhan will be the Holy Son, and all of Spirit Hall will obey their commands.

As for Qian Xunji... this old man will personally imprison him for life in the depths of the Douluo Hall, never to leave! I will personally guard him.

I swear by my name as Angel Douluo, if I violate this, my Spirit will shatter, and my Divine Soul will be annihilated!"

He stared intently at Mo Yuhan and Bibi Dong: "This pact, do you... dare to accept?!"

Mo Yuhan's brows were tightly furrowed, his killing intent surging.

What he wanted was Qian Xunji's life, not his imprisonment.

Bibi Dong's eyes were equally cold, her hatred unyielding.

"Yu Han."

Bibi Dong's voice rang in Mo Yuhan's ear, a calm spiritual transmission, "Qian Daoliu's strength is unfathomable.

If we truly fight to the death, even with Queen Medusa's assistance, we will suffer heavy losses, and the foundation of Spirit Hall will be shaken, which is not what I desire.

Since he proposed this pact, given his status and position, and having sworn an oath publicly, he surely would not dare to violate it.

Making that beast Qian Xunji wish he were dead, repenting in endless imprisonment, perhaps... is more satisfying than directly killing him!

Spirit Hall... needs to be handed over to you and me intact!"

The last sentence was filled with anticipation for Bibi Dong's future and absolute trust in Mo Yuhan.

Queen Medusa's purple eyes flicked at Mo Yuhan, and she spoke languidly and domineeringly, her voice echoing throughout the entire hall: "This queen is only responsible for fighting.

Killing that beast or imprisoning him, that's up to you.

This old man, this queen accepts.

"She looked at Qian Daoliu, her eyes burning with fighting Spirit, "Excellent, let this queen see what capabilities the peak powerhouse of this foreign continent possesses!"

Mo Yuhan looked at the forbearance and determination in his aunt's eyes for the sake of the bigger picture, then glanced at the battle-ready Queen Medusa, and finally took a deep breath, suppressing his surging killing intent.

He coldly said to Qian Daoliu: "Good! This pact, I, Mo Yuhan, on behalf of my aunt Bibi Dong, accept it.

Your Majesty Queen, I trouble you!"

Boom!

The moment his words fell, Queen Medusa and Qian Daoliu's figures simultaneously vanished from their original spots.

The next moment, the two had already appeared above Spirit City, ten thousand meters high in the sky.