Feeling Grandmaster's breath, the Supreme Pontiff's face flushed red, breathing somewhat urgently: "Yu Xiao Gang, you are also anxious? Do you still remember how you left me back then? For the sake of his younger sister. It was funny, really funny. You actually refused to accept me for your own sister. I became the Supreme Pontiff because of you, but I hate you. You are the person I hate the most in my life. I want to make you suffer. Not only will I kill that disciple of yours, I will also kill Liu Erlong. No, I won't kill her. I want to torture her and make you suffer.”
The Pope's emotions became agitated, her eyes as cold as a poisonous snake.
At this moment, there was a light knock on the door.
"Get lost. Didn't I say that no one is to disturb you without my instructions?”The Pope roared.
The people outside did not expect the usually approachable Pope to be so angry. " Your Holiness, the frontlines said that everyone failed to complete the mission. No one survived."
"What is it? Didn't complete the mission? No one survived? "Then how did you know?" The Pope's expression changed.
The man said,"Who sent the message in secret?"
After the Supreme Pontiff heard this, he pondered for a while before looking fiercely at Grandmaster,”
Grandmaster stared blankly for a moment, the redness in his eyes gradually fading, releasing the hands gripping the Supreme Pontiff's shoulders. Following his emotions calming down, he said to the Supreme Pontiff: "You probably didn't send people to kill Tang San just because of his talent. With Spirit Hall's strength, would they still fear a Spirit Master? If I'm not wrong, you're doing this because of his father, right?”
The Pope's gaze froze."You're still as smart as ever. Leave, I don't want to see you again.”
Grandmaster silently nodded, walking towards the door. When he reached the front of the door and held the handle with one hand, he suddenly stopped and said indifferently: "Twenty years, Bibi Dong. You're still so beautiful, but I'm already old. If it was you who was threatened today, I would have the same reaction. After all, you are the first person I have ever loved.”
"Bullshit." The Pope's body trembled violently." You can love too? You don't deserve to say this word. Would you leave me if you loved me? He would rather be with his sister? You bastard, get lost."
"You shouldn't be asking me why I left you. You should be asking the dead Pope. Fickle and unfaithful, you should always use this word to describe me in your heart. Whatever you think, I'll still say this, if Tang San dies in the hands of Spirit Hall's people. Then, I will take revenge at all costs. Bibi Dong, this is the last time I'll call you like this. If you send someone to attack Tang San, our friendship will end here.”
Pulling open the door, Grandmaster strode out.
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong's body shook violently, as if without the support of the scepter, she would fall.
She had hated Grandmaster for twenty years. What did it mean to be able to maintain such hatred for so long? It meant that her love for him back then was so deep. Grandmaster's words before he left made a crack suddenly appear in the hatred in her heart.
Recalling everything that the previous Pope had taught her, as well as all the things that had happened in the past, the truth that was blinded by hatred gradually emerged in her mind.
The scene before his eyes gradually became hazy. The Pope's hand that was holding the scepter was already a little pale because of the excessive strength." Is this fate playing a trick on me? Xiao Gang, our relationship, our relationship…"
The Supreme Pontiff fiercely ran to the place where Grandmaster had sat before and sat down, holding up that still warm fragrant tea, drinking it in big gulps.
Then, he angrily said," Damn it." When had Spirit Hall ever suffered such a loss after she became Supreme Pontiff? As the Pope, she had never been threatened like this before. Why would she endure it so patiently?
Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with a fierce light, coldly looking out of the window. Spirit City under the quiet night was really a bit frighteningly quiet.
The day before they reached Spirit City, everyone rested for the last night on the plains in the suburbs.
When everyone was asleep after learning about what had happened from Tang Long,
Not long after Tang Long left,
"Whoosh."
Under the night sky, a figure quietly passed by. In a short while, he arrived here.
The figure was dressed in a black robe, as if she was one with the surrounding environment. The soul master guards in charge of guarding did not detect her existence at all.
However, just as he dashed out, he saw a figure floating in the air.
The faint moonlight scattered. The figure seemed to have been waiting for a long time as he smiled indifferently.
"Are you looking for me?" Faint moonlight sprinkled down, and a pair of eyes flickered with faint silver light. They stared at the other party with ill intentions, and their bodies emitted faint spatial fluctuations that shielded their surroundings.
The black-robed figure remained silent and looked at Tang Long's figure solemnly.
The latter had appeared without a sound, and he hadn't noticed it at all. What was even more terrifying was that the surroundings were too quiet. The sounds of insects and birds from before could no longer be heard.
"Spirit Hall?"
Tang Long really couldn't think of anyone else who could attack him, except for the people from Spirit Hall. It was just that the opponent's strength was a bit too weak.
But a Spirit Douluo level Spirit Master dared to send someone like this to assassinate him? Wasn't this a little too childish?
Faint soul power fluctuations instantly pressed down on the other party's body. The black-robed figure's expression changed drastically as he instantly reacted.
"Your Excellency, the Pope has invited you. Please."
"Oh? Let me think, it seems to be this hand.”
As the calm words drifted down, a red light flashed in the black-robed figure's eyes. Then, the black-robed figure felt a sharp pain in his right hand. He looked sideways and saw that his right arm, which he had used to assassinate earlier, had been pierced by a branch.
Strangely, there was no blood dripping from the wound. Instead, it was slowly absorbed by the branch. Then, a crisp branch extended from the branch, and a small red flower bloomed on it.
The blood-colored flower was shy and beautiful, like an alluring rose, mesmerizing people.
The black-robed figure felt a sense of imminent death. He gritted his teeth and unleashed a surge of soul power, severing his right arm. Then, his figure flickered as he retreated into the distance.
The black-robed figure's right arm was instantly sucked dry by the branch. The blooming blood-colored flower flew out and slowly landed on the ground. The moment it landed, it disappeared.
"Gulp, gulp."
Strange, evil, the black-robed figure did not know how to describe this scene. If he had not severed his right arm just now, he would have died by now.
"Let's go."
With a wave of his hand, Tang Long landed. He wanted to see what Bibi Dong wanted to do, and what kind of trap she had.
The black-robed figure looked at the slowly approaching Tang Long, lowering his head in fear, a fierce light flashing through his eyes. He didn't hate Tang Long, but hated Bibi Dong.
Even though he was Spirit Hall's Spirit Douluo, he was on the high priest's side. This time he only came to help Bibi Dong assassinate because of Supreme Pontiff's pressure.
Before coming, Bibi Dong hadn't told him who she wanted to assassinate.
Otherwise, how could he possibly be so stupid as to dare assassinate a Title Douluo?
"B * tch!"
Looking at his bloodstained right arm, the black-robed figure cursed in his heart. This time, he had failed. He had lost an arm. Even if he recovered, his strength would still decrease.
And all of this was Bibi Dong's scheme against him.
The black-robed figure had already made up his mind. When he returned, he would definitely report this matter to the Second Guardian.
The two headed all the way to Spirit City. Their strength wasn't ordinary, and the latter was familiar with Spirit City, so he easily avoided the patrol, and then brought Chen Xiaoming to a hill outside Spirit City.
There, a figure was boiling wine and waiting. He had been waiting for a long time.
"Stomp."
Chen Xiaoming took a light step and looked around. The view was wide and the environment was quiet. It was a good place to admire the moon and drink.
"Your Holiness the Pope, the person has been brought here. This lowly official will take his leave first.”
The black-robed figure bowed respectfully and prepared to leave.
The figure who had been waiting for a long time nodded his head indifferently. The black-robed figure's eyes flashed with anger as he turned around and left. However, the moment he turned around, he was stunned on the spot.
He lowered his head slightly and saw that his chest seemed to have been pierced by something in an instant. A trace of blood flowed out.
The life aura slowly dissipated. The black-robed figure turned around and looked at the woman sitting under the moon unwillingly. In the end, he still died.
Tang Long quietly watched from the side. He didn't care about the death of the black-robed figure in the slightest. If Bibi Dong didn't act, he would.
Looking at Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong who was still calmly boiling wine, the latter's absolutely beautiful face became more and more bright and moving under the faint moonlight. If he hadn't just witnessed the other's decisive side of killing, Tang Long would really have thought that she was a fairy-like character.
"May I know why Your Highness the Supreme Pontiff has lured me here in the middle of the night?”
"Please take a seat."
Waving her hand slightly, Bibi Dong calmly pushed a cup of wine, smiling lightly at Tang Long.
The moment the two of them looked at each other, Tang Long was slightly stunned. The latter's calmness surprised him.
However, the confidence in his strength made Tang Long sit down calmly.
Tang Long glanced at the teacup in front of him, but he did not intend to pick it up.
"Please."
Bibi Dong said softly, raising her cup to drink. She glanced at the unmoved Tang Long, but didn't care.
Bibi Dong's attitude made Chen Xiaoming slightly startled. What was the latter doing?
Could it be that he realized that he could not defeat him and wanted to do something illegal and against customs?
If that was the case, Chen Xiaoming would rather die than submit. He would not move at all.
After all, he liked to be passive!
Cough, cough, cough, lightly coughing twice, dispelling the random thoughts in his mind. What kind of person was Bibi Dong, how could she do such a thing?
"Your Holiness the Pope, are you trying to bribe me?”
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