Chapter 39 Bibi Dong? Bring her to see me! Sever Yu Xiaogang's limbs!
The eerie blue light emanating from the angel's token was dazzling to Yu Xiaogang.
The light seemed to press down on his already bent back even more thoroughly, making it impossible for him to straighten it any further.
Qian Daobai, from beginning to end, maintained that calm and detached demeanor.
This calmness, in stark contrast to his disheveled state, made him feel an unprecedented sense of humiliation.
Qian Daobai's calm gaze finally shifted from the token to Yu Xiaogang, who was kneeling on the ground.
Then he spoke.
The sound wasn't loud, but it reached the ears of everyone present clearly.
"Why don't you kneel before the angel's decree?"
boom!
These words struck Yu Xiaogang like a heavy hammer blow to the heart.
He felt as if a huge rock was pressing on his chest, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Yes, according to the ironclad rules of the Spirit Hall, seeing the Angel Token is like seeing the Grand Elder. From ordinary Soul Masters to Title Douluo, all must kneel in worship.
Yu Xiaogang, as an honorary elder, was well aware of this.
Can...
But was he really supposed to kneel before this young man who had destroyed his hope and dignity?
No!
no way!
An inexplicable rage surged from the depths of his heart, burning away the last shred of his reason.
Yu Xiaogang tried his best to suppress the overwhelming humiliation and distress in his heart.
"Ha ha..."
He chuckled dryly twice.
"Hahaha! How ridiculous!"
He raised his head and looked directly at Qian Daobai.
"How could a greenhorn like you possibly obtain an angel's token?"
"Besides, who knows if the token in your hand is real or fake!"
He started to argue and make unreasonable demands; this was his last and only weapon.
Qian Daobai looked at him, his eyes still calm and without any ripples, as if waiting for him to continue his performance.
Seeing that the other party's psychological defenses were so strong, Yu Xiaogang gritted his teeth and played his last trump card.
He straightened his hunched back and said arrogantly, "Do you know who the current Pope, Bibidon, is?"
Without waiting for Qian Daobai's reply, he continued speaking to himself.
"She was my former lover!"
When he said this, his face showed a morbid sense of boastfulness and pride.
"She has always been completely obedient to me!"
Yu Xiaogang struggled to stand up a few inches from the ground, his eyes fixed intently on Qian Daobai.
"Therefore, this Elder's Token in my hand is the genuine gift bestowed by the Pope himself!"
"As for what you have in your hand..." He glanced at the angel's token with disdain, "it's nothing but a fake!"
He seemed completely absorbed in the lies he was weaving, becoming more and more enthusiastic as he spoke.
"Of course, if you repent now, I can forgive and forget. Whatever you want, I can have Bibi Dong give it to you."
He began to negotiate terms with Qian Daobai as if he were a victor.
"Whether it's a 100,000-year soul ring or a 100,000-year soul bone, it's not a problem as long as you ask."
After saying all this, he looked at Qian Daobai triumphantly, waiting for the other party's shock and submission.
However.
After listening to his impassioned words, Qian Daobai's face remained expressionless.
There wasn't even the slightest fluctuation.
He just stared at him quietly, as if he were looking at a pathetic madman who had nothing to do with him.
Yu Xiaogang took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the humiliation in his heart, and tried to regain some bargaining power for himself.
"I can exchange a 100,000-year-old soul ring and soul bone with you."
"Release Xiao Wu."
After saying that, he stared intently at Qian Daobai, waiting for his response.
In his view, a 100,000-year soul ring and soul bone are temptations that no soul master can resist.
However, Qian Daobai remained silent.
He didn't even blink, as if he hadn't heard Yu Xiaogang's suggestion at all.
Time passed by, second by second.
The atmosphere in the courtyard was so oppressive that it was hard to breathe.
Fine beads of cold sweat began to appear on Yu Xiaogang's forehead.
The other party's silence made him feel unprecedented pressure.
He paused for a few seconds, trying to break the suffocating silence.
"Since you will not answer, we will take our leave."
Yu Xiaogang spoke with feigned composure, struggling to stand up from the ground as if to leave.
He forced himself to walk a few steps, but found that there was still no movement behind him.
That person seemed genuinely unconcerned about whether he left or not.
Yu Xiaogang stopped in his tracks, his unease growing stronger.
He turned around abruptly, the last trace of feigned composure vanishing from his face, replaced by a ferocious expression of rage.
"But don't regret it!"
He practically gritted his teeth as he said those words.
"Wait till I meet Bibi Dong, you'll be sorry!"
"The power of the Spirit Hall is far beyond your imagination!"
He placed all his last hope on the woman he had long lost, yet whom he still talked about all the time.
This time, Qian Daobai finally reacted.
He raised his eyelids, a barely perceptible smile curving his lips, a smile tinged with amusement.
"OK."
He spoke, his voice calm, yet it resonated like a thunderclap in Yu Xiaogang's ears.
"Then let her come to see me."
It was as if the Pope of the Spirit Hall was merely a subordinate he could summon at will.
Yu Xiaogang's face instantly turned ashen.
Without saying a word, he turned around and prepared to leave this place that had caused him so much humiliation.
However, he had just taken a step when a soft laugh came from behind him.
The laughter was soft, yet it carried a playful, cat-and-mouse tone.
"You think you can leave like this?"
Before the words were even finished, an even more terrifying pressure than before, like a flood bursting its banks, suddenly descended!
"Thump!"
Yu Xiaogang's legs could no longer bear the weight, his knees buckled, and he knelt heavily on the ground once again.
This time, it was more embarrassing and more powerless to resist than ever before.
Before he could react, Qian Daobai's eyes flickered slightly.
Several invisible blades seemed to flash by in the air.
"ah--!"
A piercing scream tore through the night sky.
Yu Xiaogang collapsed to the ground as if his bones had been removed.
Blood gushed from his joints, staining the bluestone slabs beneath him red.
His arms and legs were twisted at an eerie angle, and the bones inside had clearly been shattered by that invisible blow.
The wound on the skin was cut so deep that the bone was visible.
Intense pain swept over his entire body like a tidal wave.
Yu Xiaogang was panting heavily, his body drenched in cold sweat, which instantly soaked through his clothes.
He struggled to lift his head, but the excruciating pain blurred his vision, making it difficult to even see Qian Daobai's figure clearly.
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