Douluo Continent: Starting with a Tom Cat

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It's as if they're giving her charity.

The most insane pope of our time suddenly lost his temper, and evil thoughts whispered incessantly in his mind, while the madness deep in his eyes expanded further.

At this moment, she no longer cared about the consequences; she only wanted to further oppose Qian Daoliu.

and so--

"Hahahaha! You think you can erase all my efforts with just one sentence? You don't deserve it!"

"Today, I, the Emperor, will protect Yan Chixia!"

"Let's see who dares to oppose me!"

These words immediately polarized the situation.

The nine spirit rings pulsed around them, and the boundless, powerful aura pressed down on the hill beneath their feet, making it appear as if it were about to collapse.

Chrysanthemum, Ghost, and other Douluo stood silently behind Bibi Dong.

The six elders, led by Jin E, looked grim. Firstly, they hadn't expected Bibi Dong to actually risk her life to protect him, and secondly, their strength had grown so unexpectedly.

Of the six great protectors, apart from Golden Crocodile Douluo, no one dares to claim they can surpass him.

As for the other titled Douluo, such as Ci Xue, they instantly felt their scalps tingle.

They feared that tonight would be the beginning of the Spirit Hall's split.

'Interesting, I'm provoked. But this hidden divine malice is truly powerful,' Qian Daoliu murmured to himself.

To be honest, he never intended to kill Shen An, after all, this kid was the husband his granddaughter had arranged for him.

Tom and Jerry, needless to say, may seem ordinary, but they are actually extraordinary.

He Qian Daoliu respected the ancestral teachings, but the Douluo Hall was ultimately an inanimate object, the most important of which were the angel sculptures and the plaques of the titled Douluo of all generations.

The angel sculpture was unlikely to be damaged, the Holy Sword was buried under the ruins, and he collected all the plaques of the titled Douluo from previous generations. He could simply rebuild them.

What's more, it was he who started it by teasing those two little ones.

Thinking of this, Qian Daoliu felt a faint sadness.

Since the current pope has reacted this way, he might as well go with the flow.

He hadn't paid much attention to it before, but now, Bibi Dong's displayed strength was enough to make him take it seriously.

His vision was extremely high; he could clearly see that Bibi Dong hadn't even unleashed her full power yet, and if they were to actually fight, she might not be much weaker than him.

'It seems she's progressed very far in the divine examination. Although Xiaoxue is exceptionally gifted, she's still relatively new to the divine examination. If this madwoman gets there first, it will be detrimental to the angel race.'

Qian Daoliu's mind raced, and he made a decision: for the sake of his granddaughter, he had no choice but to make things difficult for Bibi Dong.

"You'll protect Yan Chixia to the death, but do you know what price you'll pay?!"

"How can an inanimate object be compared to a human? Since he was appointed as the Tenth Elder by me, I will definitely protect him to the end." Bibi Dong said these words to win people's hearts.

Ju, Gui, and other Douluo felt a warm current flowing through their hearts. They had chosen the right leader to follow; he would even take the blame for them if something went wrong.

However, what they didn't know was that Bibi Dong was simply acting on impulse, and the words she was saying were merely flattering words to appease the situation.

"What do I have to fear!" the current Pope said proudly.

"Very well, as the Pope, it is a good thing that you care about the people in the temple, but the damage to the Douluo Temple is also an unforgivable crime."

“Well, I can repair the Douluo Palace, I guarantee it will be exactly the same, exactly as it was,” Shen An interjected.

Qian Daoliu glanced at Shen An, thinking that Shen An really dared to say all sorts of nonsense.

The Douluo Palace retains its original charm, with many of its decorations created by the gods, and faint divine power flowing through them.

If the Angelic Holy Sword weren't so powerful, even a Title Douluo might not be able to shatter it with their full strength.

"Hmph, what arrogance! In that case, I'll give you one day to restore the Douluo Palace to its original state, without the slightest difference."

Qian Daoliu said deliberately, wanting to see what tricks Shen An could pull.

Bibi Dong's expression darkened again. How could she possibly have completed the task in just one day, unless a miracle occurred, especially since the promised result was exactly the same?

“No, this…” she said immediately.

"Hmph! Mistakes must be punished. Since he spoke up, the matter is settled."

"And you, Bibi Dong, this matter is not over yet. You want to protect him to the death, and I cannot bear to see the Spirit Hall in turmoil. Since that's the case, take my sword, and this matter will be over."

Qian Daoliu said coldly, but in reality, he didn't give Bibi Dong a chance to refuse at all.

The angelic sword emerged from the ruins, its seven- or eight-meter length instantly shrinking to its normal size, just right for him to wield.

Nine spirit rings were displayed behind him, their magnificent colors almost unbelievable.

Black, black, black, black, black, black, red, red, red.

None of them were less than ten thousand years old. Each spirit ring seemed to be draped in a layer of golden light, making them incomparably sacred.

At this moment, Shen An looked at Qian Daoliu as if he had encountered Tang Hao when he was weak, and couldn't help but secretly marvel.

So cool?

Bibi Dong's face was also solemn. Although she had overestimated Qian Daoliu's strength, she still did not expect that Qian Daoliu's aura alone would be more than a step above hers.

"You've glimpsed that step?" she couldn't help but ask.

Qian Daoliu shook his head slightly, but there was a hint of bitterness deep in his eyes. He understood what Bibi Dong was talking about.

As a descendant of angels, this is both a blessing and a constraint. He enjoys the glory of God and has his current level of cultivation, but without the favor and inheritance of the gods, he can never become a god.

He said no more, and a huge phantom of an angel appeared behind him, shining with golden light, making it as bright as day in an instant.

The angelic sword was clearly in his hand, yet it was held by the illusory angel behind him.

"After that one sword strike, I will not pursue this matter any further."

Immediately, Qian Daoliu, as a level 99 peerless Douluo and attendant of the Angel God, mobilized the power of the Angel God. At this moment, Qian Daoliu was clearly above the peerless level and could be called a demigod!

With a majestic and divine power, Qian Daoliu's sword fell, and the angelic holy sword, which was a hundred meters long and burning with raging flames, followed suit.

Everyone stared blankly at the sword strike, feeling as if a vast, majestic, blazing, and terrifying sun had suddenly descended.

It was as if the sun had sunk below the horizon.

How can ordinary people resist?!

Chapter 287 The Pope Continues to Raise the Barrier

"Old Deng, are you serious?"

Despite being overwhelmed by emotions, Bibi Dong suddenly calmed down in the face of this devastating attack.

Her expression changed drastically, her eyes flashed with cold light, and she cursed inwardly as she revealed her Martial Soul True Form.

Its legs vanished instantly, transforming from its abdomen downwards into a giant sphere. From this sphere grew eight thick, long legs covered in green hair and slime.

Its upper body was covered by a layer of purplish-black armor, its face was covered by a piece of carapace, and there were four small eyes growing out from under its eyes, making it look like a giant poisonous spider.

At this time, Bibi Dong was ugly and repulsive, which is why she never showed herself in front of others.

The Realm of Death and the Realm of the God of Slaughter unfolded simultaneously.

Its arms transformed into two enormous scythes, which were created from the left and right arm bones of a 100,000-year-old Death Spider King.

Faced with a blow that threatened her with death, she didn't hesitate to use all her trump cards.

"what!"

Everything happened in the blink of an eye. With a sharp shout, Bibi Dong actually took the initiative to meet the angelic holy sword falling from the sky.

The moment the scythe collided with the golden holy flame, Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically. Only by truly facing it could one experience the power of this vast and boundless force.

Her face was contorted as she unleashed all her soul power, but compared to her, she was nothing more than a firefly. She only managed to hold out for a moment before being brutally blasted down.

With a loud bang.

Under the attack of the golden angelic sword, Bibi Dong's body exploded into countless fragments, which scattered in the air.

Ju and Ghost Douluo, who belonged to Bibi Dong's side, felt as if the sky had fallen and they were even losing their footing.

The Pope is dead? This thought grew like weeds in everyone's mind.

Qian Daoliu's chest heaved slightly; wielding the Angelic Holy Sword and unleashing this attack had taken a heavy toll on him.

"Let's call it a day," Qian Daoliu said coldly.

Everyone fell silent. You've beaten him to pieces, so who are you talking to?

But their eyes soon lit up again. Qian Daoliu was a figure of great stature. If he said that, it must mean that the other party was not dead.

Shen An was also slightly alarmed. If the other party was still alive despite this, could it be that she had also activated it?

Purple magic runes re-formed in the night sky, and the shattered body of the Death Spider King slowly coalesced, returning to its original shape.

However, Bibi Dong was unable to maintain even her Martial Soul True Body. With a "whoosh," she spat out a mouthful of golden blood, and her body swayed violently. Shen An quickly went to support her.

Offering someone something to lean on when they are at their most vulnerable can undoubtedly earn them more trust.

Bibi Dong sat on the ground with Shen An's help, her hands in a strange pose.

"Let's go. And you too, Yan Chixia, you have one day to repair the Douluo Palace, or you'll face the consequences." Qian Daoliu turned and left, followed by the other elders.

Ju, Ghost Douluo, and the others looked at Shen An with deep concern. "Repair it in one day? Are you kidding me? It seems the Grand Elder has no intention of letting Yan Chixia go at all."

They have always overestimated the Great Offering, but never considered it to be invincible.

After all, the two level 96 Thousand-Pound Demon-Slaying Elders always say that even if a Grand Elder wanted to defeat them, it wouldn't be easy.

Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo believed that their two-level static domains were no less powerful than the combined might of Thousand-Pound Demon Subduing.

But now that they've seen Qian Daoliu make his move, they finally realize that the two Douluo, Qian Jun and Jiang Mo, are really just bragging.

"Yan Chixia, if you can't go on living, can you tell me the whereabouts of the Qirong Tongtian Chrysanthemum? I swear, I will take good care of your two little dogs, just like I would my flowers and plants."

Yue Guan stepped forward with a worried expression and said.

Shen An... He indicated that he did not want to pay any attention to Yue Guan.

Moreover, despite Qian Daoliu's fierce words, he didn't sense any killing intent from him; instead, he seemed to have a wicked sense of humor.

Shen An even speculated that Qian Daoliu might have figured something out.

As for the construction of the Douluo Palace, it was naturally entrusted to Tom Jerry; with those two words, he was guaranteed to complete it.

Bibi Dong was still suppressing her injuries when some neutral Title Douluos quietly left.

They didn't want to be misunderstood by the high priest.

About half an hour later, Bibi Dong suddenly opened her eyes and looked at the offering hall with resentment.

What a shrewd Thousand Paths! If it weren't for my ninth soul skill, Immortality, I would have been defeated by you.

Qian Daoliu was simply too powerful; the power of her sword was comparable to that of a demigod. Even though she was immortal, she still paid a heavy price.

That divine power, imbued with holiness and fire, was her natural nemesis, and it penetrated her body along with that sword, constantly damaging her.

It will take her a long time to resolve this on her own, which will undoubtedly disrupt all her future plans.

Thinking about this made Bibi Dong furious.

He had actually gotten so carried away that he had suffered such a serious injury for the sake of a mere Yan Chixia. Now, the Rakshasa God Trial would be impossible to proceed for the time being.

"Your Holiness, I, Yan Chixia, will forever remember your kindness and will serve the Spirit Hall wholeheartedly from now on!"

With tears in his eyes, Shen An said, and even brought Tom and Jerry over to let 'the two' express their gratitude to the Pope.

When the two couldn't cry, Shen An quietly turned their heads away and punched them twice in the eyes.

Wow!

The two little ones burst into tears, and Shen An nodded in satisfaction. That was more like it.

Unfortunately, Bibi Dong, in a terrible mood, didn't even bother to say a word of politeness. Instead, she snorted coldly and then returned to the Papal Palace with the support of the other Title Douluo.

After all, in her opinion, repairing the Douluo Palace in a day was nothing short of a fantasy, let alone Yan Chixia's guarantee, which would only give others something to talk about.

Although she was recovering from her injuries, she heard everything clearly. In her mind, Qian Daoliu's last words were a death sentence.

Since Yan Chixia is already doomed to die, why should she continue to feign concern for him?

After receiving that divine sword strike last night, Bibi Dong now has no desire to oppose Qian Daoliu. She is afraid, afraid that this old man will really fight her to the death.