Bibi Dong ascended the divine mountain's stone steps one by one.
Her long gown trailed behind her as she walked, gaze lifted toward the colossal Angel statue at the summit. Her lips slowly curled upward.
That smile—
Put a faint twist, a sickly distortion, on her stunning face.
Her crisp footsteps echoed along the silent steps.
Each tap—
hammering on her own heart.
Why insist on starting a war?
Her true purpose was to use war to shatter the foundations of Spirit Hall, to sever the Angel lineage that had been passed down for thousands of years.
Her once-purple eyes gradually darkened into murky black.
A wave of extreme, wicked aura spread from her body.
"Only the death and resentment brought by war can help me pass the Ninth Trial of the Rakshasa."
"I intend to destroy Spirit Hall—but those Worship Hall elders, who wish to spread angel faith, will never allow Spirit Hall to lose a war."
"So…"
"What gives you the right to stand aside?"
Her final whisper scattered into the wind as Bibi Dong stepped onto the summit.
The moment she appeared—
The thousand-meter-tall Angel statue surrounding the holy temple suddenly erupted with blazing divine light.
As though sensing a natural enemy approaching, the holy radiance surged violently, filled with vigilance.
"Heh…"
Bibi Dong's eyes were deep as an abyss, a faint purple glow of Spirit Power rising along her skin.
"What a nauseating aura."
The Angel statue's agitation instantly alarmed the Worship Hall.
Whoosh—
Whoosh—
Six streaks of light shot out from the temple, appearing before her in an instant.
They were the six Worshipers, led by the Second Worshiper—Golden Crocodile Douluo.
Seeing Bibi Dong in her imperial phoenix robes, not one of them showed the slightest respect.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's brows furrowed deeply as he spoke in a low growl:
"Bibi Dong, this is the most sacred forbidden area. How dare you trespass?"
Bibi Dong swept her gaze across the six.
The hanging beads of her phoenix headdress rose without wind, revealing eyes now wholly black.
"Not good!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo sensed killing intent first.
He roared, his hair and beard standing on end.
The vast Spirit Power of a peak level-98 Douluo erupted—
and he hurled out a punch without hesitation.
It collided with Bibi Dong's sudden palm strike.
BOOM—!!!
Fist and palm collided.
A solid shockwave burst outward instantly.
Even the other five Worship Elders staggered backward from the impact.
"Pu—!"
A flush surged across Golden Crocodile Douluo's stern face;
he spat a mouthful of blood—
Dropped to one knee—
and slid back dozens of meters, gouging two deep trenches in the stone floor.
"Second Worshiper!"
The five were horrified, rushing to support him—shock surging through their hearts.
Golden Crocodile was a peak level-98 Douluo with a one-hundred-thousand-year Spirit Ring!
Yet Bibi Dong had severely wounded him with a single palm.
This level of power—
Had already stepped into the realm of a Limit Douluo.
"Bibi Dong, you dare attack before the Holy Temple?!"
Though shaken, the five elders did not retreat.
Their combined Spirit Power surged into a terrifying torrent, crashing toward Bibi Dong.
Bibi Dong stood still.
The overwhelming pressure washed over her—
yet she remained unmoved.
"The Worship Hall belongs to the Spirit Empire."
"I am the ruler of the Spirit Empire. What gives you the right to act arrogant before me?"
As her cold words fell—
She swept her sleeve.
A streak of ghostly purple Spirit Power sliced through the sky to collide with their combined power.
BOOM!
Both forces dissolved simultaneously.
Only roaring windstorms swept out across the mountaintop.
"Today, I shall punish you for disrespect."
Hum—
She raised a delicate finger and tapped the air.
At that touch, streaks of purple Spirit Power spread like cracks in space—
striking toward the six Worshipers.
Just as the attack was about to touch them—
A tall figure in a gray robe suddenly appeared.
The newcomer's golden hair floated behind him, and his sharply defined features were calm as still water.
Facing the encroaching evil power—
He lifted two fingers.
A feather of pure, radiant light condensed between them—
which he flicked gently.
The Angel feather drifted outward, touched the purple energy—
And both dissolved silently.
"Xue'er is undergoing her God Trials. Do not disturb her."
Qian Daoliu first turned to remind the six worshipers.
Only then did he slowly face Bibi Dong, his gaze steady.
"Your aura…"
"…is no longer what it used to be."
Bibi Dong's lips curled slightly. She met Qian Daoliu's gaze and spoke her purpose plainly:
"The Spirit Empire will soon wage war on Heaven Dou."
"Heaven Dou now possesses multiple Titled Douluo.
The Worship Hall must take action."
"I know…"
"The Angel Temple also requires the Empire's expansion to harvest faith for the path to godhood."
"Since the Worship Hall belongs to the Spirit Empire, you have no reason to stay out of it."
Qian Daoliu remained silent.
Behind him, Glowing Feather snorted coldly, shaking off Azure Luan Douluo's attempt to stop him.
He stepped forward:
"Grand Worshiper, Xue'er and Li Zhexian share deep affection."
"If we truly want to pave her road to godhood, we absolutely cannot attack Li Zhexian."
Fifteen Ton and Falling Devil exchanged glances and agreed gravely:
"We agree."
Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, and Mighty Lion Douluo all nodded as well.
Bibi Dong chuckled, mocking:
"Heh. You know nothing of what must be abandoned to become a god, yet dare speak so boldly?"
"Human emotion is a mere drop in the ocean before divinity."
"Very well. I can grant you this—
you need only oppose Heaven Dou's other Titled Douluo."
"As for Li Zhexian—you need not touch him."
Glowing Feather curled his lip:
"Li Zhexian values emotion greatly. If we attack Heaven Dou, how is that any different from attacking him directly?"
Bibi Dong remained unperturbed, even amused:
"Do not think I am negotiating with you."
"You either join the war—or watch the Spirit Empire fall."
"I only wonder—if the Empire collapses, will the Angel faith still spread across the continent?"
"Bibi Dong…"
Golden Crocodile narrowed his eyes, voice cold:
"Have you forgotten that the Worship Hall has the authority to depose the Pope?"
"HAHAHAHAHAHA—!"
Bibi Dong suddenly threw her head back in wild laughter.
Her eighteen jeweled tassels flew aside, revealing her deranged and devastatingly beautiful face.
"You Worship Hall elders are welcome to try—
and see if you can depose me!'"
And with that—
She flicked a thread of Spirit Power.
It shot into the sky—
BOOM—!
A black-purple explosion burst across the sky, thunderous and vast.
Then—
She swept her wide sleeves.
The countless clouds shrouding the divine mountain dispersed instantly.
Glowing Feather reacted instantly, forming layered ice mirrors with a wave, reflecting the scene below the mountain.
What they saw—
Stunned even the Limit Douluo.
In the plaza of the Spirit Empire's imperial palace—
Tens of thousands of Spirit Masters stood silently.
Their eyes were vacant, bodies shrouded in deathly aura—
The undead army formed from every fallen Spirit Master of all recent wars.
"This… impossible!"
Golden Crocodile, Azure Luan, and the others cried out in shock, pupils shrinking.
Qian Daoliu stood silent for a long time before finally closing his eyes.
The mountain wind howled.
The Angel statue remained silent—
as though lamenting the bloodshed soon to come.
Bibi Dong turned away, her trailing gown gliding back into the fog.
Only her voice drifted from afar—
Clear and unmistakable to every Worshiper present:
"One month from now—
the army marches on Heaven Dou."
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