331: Chapter 331 Yu Xiaogang: Bibi Dong, are you pregnant?

Yu Xiaogang's throat tightened, as if something was blocking his chest.

Pain!

It was simply too painful!

"Bibi Dong... you, you... are pregnant!!"

Bibi Dong raised her eyes, her fingertips tightly gripping the armrest.

Hatred, resentment, and bitterness surged within her purple eyes.

The emotions retracted in an instant, leaving only a cold, calm composure.

"Yu Xiaogang, please remember that the person before you is the Spirit Hall Pope; you have no right to question me so insolently here."

The moment her voice fell, the Soul Power pressure of a Titled Douluo poured out without reservation, crushing down on Yu Xiaogang like a mountain.

Yu Xiaogang's cultivation was low to begin with; enveloped by this pressure, his face turned deathly pale, and his body was wracked with intense pain.

Yu Xiaogang's hands at his sides clenched into tight fists, his nails digging into his palms until blood seeped out, yet he remained completely oblivious.

His voice carried suppressed humiliation and indignation as he finally changed his form of address: "Your Holiness the Pope."

Even so, the interrogation in Yu Xiaogang's eyes remained intense as he stared fixedly at Bibi Dong:

"I only want to know, whose child is this?"

In an instant, Yu Xiaogang mentally went through everyone in Spirit Hall from top to bottom.

He truly could not imagine who Bibi Dong would be willing to be with.

Bibi Dong had no intention of explaining at all and directly changed the subject: "I have no desire to answer irrelevant questions. You have come to see me today holding the Supreme Pontiffs Decree; for what purpose?"

Being forced off-topic, Yu Xiaogang's chest felt stifled as he finally returned to reality.

He thought of the destroyed Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, his tragically deceased father, and the vengeful spirits of his entire clan.

A crimson hatred instantly welled up in his eyes, and his voice trembled as he roared:

"My Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan has been exterminated. Bibi Dong, you should know... my father died a tragic death, and all of it was the work of Spirit Hall... the Holy Son of Spirit Hall! I have come today to beg Your Holiness the Pope to uphold justice, strictly punish the murderer, and give the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan an explanation."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong suddenly let out a low chuckle.

The laugh was very soft, yet it carried endless mockery.

She slowly caressed her lower abdomen. For the first time, all indifference faded from her purple eyes, replaced by the warmth of a mother.

Yet, the gaze she turned toward Yu Xiaogang remained as cold as ice.

"Strictly punish?"

Every word Bibi Dong spoke next was like a heavy hammer smashing ruthlessly against Yu Xiaogang's heart:

"Yu Xiaogang, do you know who the father of the child in my womb is?"

Yu Xiaogang's heart skipped a beat, and an extreme sense of foreboding swept through his entire body.

"He is the one you spoke of, the one who exterminated your Blue Lightning clan and killed your father—the Holy Son of Spirit Hall."

Bibi Dong's voice was terrifyingly calm, carrying a nearly cruel bluntness:

"Are you now asking me to personally punish the father of my own child?"

Boom!!!

Yu Xiaogang felt as if he had been struck by lightning, his entire body freezing in place.

His mind went blank, and his ears buzzed.

Only the phrase 'the child's father is the Saint' echoed repeatedly in his head.

Yu Xiaogang's eyes widened, his face filled with utter disbelief.

His face was as pale as paper as he retreated several steps, muttering to himself:

"Impossible... this is impossible... how could it be him..."

Yu Xiaogang had guessed countless possibilities.

Perhaps it was one of the Elders from the Elder Palace?

Or perhaps Bibi Dong had taken a male consort.

The only thing he had never considered was that the enemy he hated to his very core was actually the biological father of the child in Bibi Dong's womb.

He wasn't even a Titled Douluo.

By what right?

They...

They.

Are master and disciple!

Yu Xiaogang raised a trembling finger to point at Bibi Dong:

"He is your disciple, Bibi Dong, you, you, you..."

"Great Master, why are you so agitated?"

Just then, from the depths of the hall, a figure slowly stepped out.

"Su Wen..."

Seeing the newcomer clearly, Yu Xiaogang's eyes were filled with anger and hatred.

What made him collapse even more was that Su Wen actually walked straight to the side of Bibi Dong's throne, even turning slightly to sit on the armrest that only the Pope was allowed to touch.

Under Yu Xiaogang's horrified gaze, Su Wen reached out and gently put his arm around Bibi Dong's shoulder, carefully avoiding her stomach, pulling her into a tender yet assertive embrace. When he looked down at Bibi Dong, his eyes were full of softness.

Bibi Dong's face flushed slightly, but she did not refuse at all, her eyes even showing affection.

This scene completely shattered Yu Xiaogang's last shred of sanity.

"Bibi Dong!"

His eyes nearly split from their sockets. Ignoring the Soul Power pressure, he tried to rush forward like a madman.

But before he could get even half a step closer, Su Wen raised his eyes, which held only cold mockery. A burst of Soul Power erupted from his palm, sending Yu Xiaogang flying back violently.

"...Cough, cough..."

Yu Xiaogang slammed heavily against a pillar, a sweet taste filling his throat as he spat out a mouthful of blood, falling miserably to the ground.

Su Wen looked down at him from above, his tone indifferent: "Yu Xiaogang, what kind of thing are you to dare address the Supreme Pontiff by name, and even dare to attack her?"

"Su Wen... Su Wen..."

Yu Xiaogang had completely broken down, his mouth constantly muttering the name.

His expression became extremely distorted.

His father!

His Sect!

His clansmen!

His brothers were all gone.

Even Erlong had begun to deliberately avoid him during this time.

Now, his former lover Bibi Dong was carrying his enemy's child.

Yu Xiaogang's expression turned hideous. If looks could kill, he would have already hacked Su Wen into ten thousand pieces.

Yu Xiaogang's fists were clenched tightly together.

He propped himself up from the floor, watching Bibi Dong lean into the Saint's embrace. Her eyes held not a shred of guilt toward him, only a calm indifference, as if she were looking at a stranger.

"Bibi Dong, Su Wen, for you to treat me like this..."

"You..."

"Fine! Fine!"

"You have made me lose everything. I, Yu Xiaogang, swear that I will spend my entire life and use any means necessary to destroy Spirit Hall!"

Yu Xiaogang turned all his collapse and hatred into a heart-wrenching scream.

Clutching his chest, he stumbled to his feet from the ground.

He didn't dare look at their intimacy any longer; every one of Su Wen's actions was a sharp sting to his heart.

He turned and began to stumble away.

Su Wen was speechless; did Yu Xiaogang really not find what he just said laughable?

"Stop!"

"When did I say you could leave?"

"Yu Xiaogang, this is not a place you can come and go as you please, and Spirit Hall is certainly not a place that can be threatened by you!"

"Someone, come!"

As soon as Su Wen's voice fell, Bibi Dong's maid, Bai Yinger, walked in.

Bai Yinger glanced at Su Wen, who was sitting on the popes chair holding the formerly majestic Supreme Pontiff.

Her expression also faltered for a moment in surprise.

But as a maid, she adjusted her mindset quickly and bowed slightly.

"Take him down and show him some proper hospitality. Let Scarface personally attend to him!"

"Yes, His Highness the Holy Son!"

"What do you want to do!"

Yu Xiaogang panicked. Could it be that he intended to kill him?

"Slap!"

With a strike of her palm, Bai Yinger knocked him unconscious and dragged him out of the hall like a dead dog.

Bibi Dong did not speak throughout the entire process, only slightly closing her eyes and leaning into Su Wen's embrace, silently permitting his actions.