210: Pope Bibi Dong

The seven-colored light pillar did not disperse but instantly intertwined, spiraled, and fused, transforming into a thicker, deeper, chaotic pillar of original sin that seemed to swallow all light, bravely meeting the descending Angelic Judgment Light Pillar.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Two peak powers representing different Worlds and different laws collided like two stars high above Spirit City, ten thousand meters in the sky.

An indescribable, terrifying explosion occurred moments later.

The entire sky seemed to be completely torn apart.

Blinding light instantly swallowed the sun of the Douluo Continent.

A destructive energy storm swept out like an apocalyptic tide.

The clouds in the sky were instantly cleared, and the huge protective shield of Spirit City below flickered violently, emitting groans of being overwhelmed, while countless buildings trembled under the aftershocks of the impact wave, and glass shattered.

Everyone was so shocked by this World-destroying scene that they lost their words, only staring blankly at the sky, feeling the terrifying power like the end of the World.

They were all unclear about what exactly happened, or which two gods were fighting each other.

The light and storm continued for a full ten-plus breaths before finally slowly dissipating.

In the high sky, the scene became clear.

Qian Daoliu knelt on one knee in the void, the phantom of the Angel God statue behind him was dim and lusterless, covered in cracks, his six Angelic Wings were severely damaged, golden blood stained his robes, his Soul Power was extremely weak, his face was as pale as paper, and his eyes were filled only with endless exhaustion and… despair.

The Angelic Sacred Sword in his hand had already shattered and dissipated.

Across from him, Empress Medusa still stood in the air, her purple brocade robe fluttering in the energy storm, her beautiful face slightly pale, her aura somewhat chaotic, and a faint sheen of sweat on her face.

Clearly, after clashing head-on with Qian Daoliu's ultimate attack, which involved burning his life, she was not completely unscathed.

However, the phantom of the Seven-Colored Sky Swallowing Python behind her remained solid, and its pair of purple eyes, looking down upon the World, were still cold and arrogant.

The superiority was immediately apparent!

The victor was decided!

Empress Medusa slowly raised her hand, wiping the sweat from her face, her voice clear and proud: “You lose.”

Qian Daoliu struggled to lift his head, looking at the peerlessly beautiful yet despairingly powerful figure across from him, then at Spirit City below, at the gazes filled with shock, confusion, and expectation, and finally his gaze fell upon the terrified and despairing face of his son, Qian Xunji, in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace.

The last trace of struggle and unwillingness in his eyes finally turned into a dead,Gray.

All his pride, all his persistence, collapsed in an instant.

He struggled to stand up, straightening his spine that seemed to have aged a hundred years in an instant.

Taking a deep breath, he used all his remaining Soul Power to project his voice throughout Spirit City, every word like a cry of blood:

“This High Priest… Qian Daoliu… in the name of the High Priest of Spirit Hall… declares!”

His voice carried endless desolation and determination:

“Effective immediately… Qian Xunji is stripped… of his Supreme Pontiff position!”

“Bibi Dong, possessing both virtue and talent, with exceptional spiritual power… and deeply trusted by the people… shall inherit the position of Supreme Pontiff! She shall wield… all authority… of Spirit Hall!”

“Mo Yuhan… shall be… the Saint Son of Spirit Hall!”

“Qian Xunji’s sins are grievous; effective immediately, he shall be imprisoned for life in… the deepest dungeon… of the Douluo Hall! I… shall personally guard him! He shall never… be released!”

“Regarding today’s events, if anyone in Spirit Hall dares to reveal even half a word… they will be executed without mercy! To the outside World, only say that Qian Xunji deceived everyone, caused chaos in Spirit Hall, and that Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong set things right, purged the traitors, and inherited the great lineage!”

As his words fell, Qian Daoliu seemed to have exhausted all his strength, his entire being like a flickering candle in the wind, teetering on the brink.

He took one last deep look at Bibi Dong, whose expression was complex and eyes cold, and then at Mo Yuhan, who was expressionless, his eyes filled with endless regret and pleading.

Immediately, he looked at no one else, his figure transforming into a dim golden light, sweeping up the mud-like, distraught Qian Xunji from the ground, and instantly disappeared into the sky, heading towards the Douluo Hall.

His retreating figure was desolate, filled with the sorrow of a hero at the end of his road.

With Qian Daoliu's departure and Qian Xunji being taken away, the terrifying pressure that had enveloped Spirit Hall finally dissipated.

Dead silence!

The entire Spirit City fell into a deathly silence!

Everyone was utterly shocked by this earth-shshattering reversal!

The next moment, in front of the Supreme Pontiff Palace, led by Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Guimei, all the Elders, Priests, and Bishops who supported Bibi Dong, as well as countless Spirit Masters who were shocked by the truth and chose to support the new master, knelt on one knee towards the beautiful figure standing proudly in a long robe.

A mountain-shaking, tsunami-like sound, filled with the excitement of surviving a catastrophe and reverence for the new master, reverberated through the sky:

“Greetings, Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff!”

“Greetings, His Highness the Saint Son!”

“Long live Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff! Long live His Highness the Saint Son!”

The waves of sound rolled, like the prelude to a new era, echoing for a long time over the ancient Spirit City.

Bibi Dong stood before everyone, feeling the power and faith that surged like a tide, her purple eyes shimmering with excitement, relief, and boundless ambition.

She had finally taken her revenge!

She stood at the pinnacle of power.

In a posture of setting things right and being widely supported.

She turned her head slightly, looking at Mo Yuhan beside her, her eyes filled with endless love, pride, and gratitude.

It was her Yu Han, who, after enduring hardships, finally reclaimed all of this for her!

Mo Yuhan felt his aunt’s gaze and returned a calm and firm look.

He looked at Empress Medusa beside him, the Empress of the Snake-People Tribe, whose purple eyes also held a hint of satisfaction, which was her acknowledgment of Mo Yuhan fulfilling his promise.

Ah Yin and Liu Erlong stood behind Bibi Dong, looking at Mo Yuhan, their eyes filled with the same excitement and deep affection.

The waiting in the Star Dou Forest, the lurking in Spirit Hall, all the sacrifices, at this moment, received the best reward.

Mo Yuhan's gaze swept over the kneeling crowd below, over this vast force that his aunt was about to control, and finally looked towards the Douluo Hall, a deep light flashing in his eyes.

Although Qian Xunji was not dead, imprisonment worse than death might torment him more than death itself.

And Qian Daoliu's retirement also cleared the biggest obstacle for his aunt. The new era of Spirit Hall was personally ushered in by him.

His aunt, Bibi Dong, would become the true Empress of this Continent!

And Mo Yuhan's journey was far from over.

The Douluo Continent was just one stop in his vast journey.

Empress Medusa looked at him deeply, as if reminding him of the ties to another Continent.

The road ahead was long, but at this moment, standing at the pinnacle of power, with family by his side, allies, and those beautiful figures whose gazes were fixed on him… this feeling, it seemed, wasn't bad either.