Chapter 117 Thousand Cypress Trees Suppress Bibi Dong! The Spirit Hall is in an uproar!
Bibi Dong's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground more than ten meters away.
She was curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp, her body convulsing violently, and blood mixed with fragments of internal organs kept gushing from her mouth.
Seriously injured.
An unprecedentedly severe injury.
She felt as if her internal organs had been shattered by that kick.
Tap, tap, tap.
Clear footsteps approached from afar.
Qian Daobai walked slowly to her, looking down at her with an indifferent gaze.
He slowly raised the Demon-Slaying Sword in his hand, tip pointing downwards.
A point of white light condensed at the tip of the sword.
The target is Bibi Dong's heart.
The aura of death instantly enveloped Bibi Dong.
She could sense that this time, the other party was truly intent on killing her.
At that moment, the instinct for survival overwhelmed all pride and dignity.
"Wait...wait a minute!"
Bibi Dong used all her strength to shout hoarsely.
Qian Daobai's sword stopped just an inch from her heart.
He looked at her, wanting to see what other tricks this woman could pull.
Bibi Dong forced a smile that looked more like a grimace.
"I...I can apologize to you."
Her voice was filled with humility and pleading.
"Yes...it was my fault. I shouldn't have provoked you or been disrespectful to you."
"As long as you... as long as you release me, I am willing to relinquish the papacy, leave the Spirit Hall forever, and never appear again!"
Qian Daobai remained silent as he looked at her.
Those deep eyes seemed to see right through her deepest thoughts.
Bibi Dong felt a tremor in her heart, but her will to survive made her continue acting.
She struggled to get up and kowtow to Qian Daobai to admit her mistake.
Right now!
Under the cover of her bowed head and feigned weakness, a faint green light suddenly shot out from the fingertips of her drooping left hand!
The light was as fine as a hair, silent and incredibly fast!
The goal is not a thousand cypress trees.
Instead, it was Qian Renxue standing not far away!
She knew very well that she could no longer harm Qian Daobai in the slightest.
But Qian Renxue is Qian Daobai's disciple, and also his only weakness!
As long as I can take Qian Renxue hostage, I will still have a sliver of hope!
This sudden turn of events also startled Qian Renxue.
She immediately activated her soul power, and the Angelic Martial Soul instantly possessed her, forming a golden holy light shield in front of her.
However, she still underestimated the insidious nature of Bibi Dong's attack.
That eerie green light was not a pure energy attack at all, but a spider spear containing the deadly poison of the Soul-Devouring Spider King.
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The spider spear easily pierced through the hastily formed holy light shield. Although its power was greatly reduced, it still had undiminished momentum and shot towards Qian Renxue's throat.
Qian Renxue's pupils contracted, and she tried to dodge, but it was too late.
At this critical moment.
bite!
A crisp sound.
A beam of white light, arriving before the target, struck the eerie green spider spear with perfect precision.
It is the Demon-Slaying Sword.
The moment Bibi Dong made her move, Qian Daobai had already drawn his sword.
The spider spear was struck by the sword tip, instantly changing direction. It grazed Qian Renxue's cheek and embedded itself deeply into a pillar behind her.
"Sizzle..."
The hard stone pillar was corroded at a speed visible to the naked eye, creating a dark hole.
Qian Renxue broke out in a cold sweat.
Taking advantage of the moment when Qian Daobai was saving people with his sword, Bibi Dong suddenly leaped up from the ground.
Ignoring her severe injuries, she pushed her soul power to its limit, transforming into a streak of purplish-black light. Without looking back, she rushed out of the Papal Palace and fled frantically towards the outskirts of Martial Soul City.
Her figure flickered a few times and then disappeared into the horizon.
Several worshippers who heard the commotion rushed over and were about to set off to give chase.
"No need to chase after them."
Qian Daobai's calm voice rang out.
The worshippers immediately stopped and stood respectfully to the side.
Qian Renxue walked to Qian Daobai's side, her expression somewhat complicated.
"Master..."
Qian Daobai sheathed his Demon-Slaying Sword and said, "Whether we pursue or not, it makes no difference to a deposed pope."
Bibi Dong was severely injured and forcibly activated a forbidden technique, damaging her foundation. Even if she survives, her strength will be greatly reduced, and she will no longer pose a threat.
More importantly, from the moment she fled the Papal Palace, she had already lost control of the Spirit Hall.
A pope who has lost power is nothing.
Qian Daobai surveyed the chaotic hall and the elders and cardinals who had arrived one after another, now silent and trembling with fear.
His voice clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Bibi Dong is wicked and has caused chaos in the Spirit Hall. She even plotted to assassinate the Grand Elder."
"Now, she has fled to avoid punishment."
"The Spirit Hall cannot be without a leader for even a day."
"Now, a new pope needs to be elected."
His words, devoid of any emotion, carried an irresistible authority.
Inside the main hall, all was silent.
Everyone was so shocked by this sudden turn of events that they were speechless.
A moment later, the most senior elder walked out, trembling.
He knelt on one knee, facing Qian Daobai, and said with utmost respect:
"The Grand Elder possesses unparalleled strength and prestige, and is the pillar of the Spirit Hall!"
"We humbly request that the High Priest assume the position of Pope and lead our Spirit Hall to new heights of glory!"
"We humbly request that the High Priest assume the papacy!"
The other elders and bishops also realized what was happening and knelt down in unison.
Their eyes were filled with fanaticism and worship.
The invincible figure of Qian Daobai who had just crushed Bibi Dong was deeply imprinted in their minds.
In their view, only such a person is worthy of being the supreme leader of the Spirit Hall.
However, Qian Daobai simply shook his head in the face of the crowd's support.
"I have no interest."
Three words: crisp and concise.
Everyone was taken aback.
That's the papacy, the most powerful position on the continent, and he actually said he wasn't interested?
Just as everyone was at a loss, Qian Daobai's gaze fell on Qian Renxue beside him.
"From today onwards."
"Qian Renxue is the new Pope of the Spirit Hall."
His voice wasn't loud, but it was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.
All eyes turned to Qian Renxue.
There was surprise, there was doubt, but more than anything, it was taken for granted.
She is the inheritor of the angelic deity, the young master of the Spirit Hall, and the only disciple of the Grand Elder.
In terms of status, talent, and background, she is the most suitable candidate.
Qian Renxue herself was stunned.
She never expected that her master would entrust this position to her.
She opened her mouth, as if to say something.
But Qian Daobai only gave her a calm look.
That look made her swallow all her words.
(End of chapter)