bdsm-fiction Chapter 144 Using a borrowed knife to kill?
Chapter 144 Using a borrowed knife to kill?
Chapter 144 Using a borrowed knife to kill?
Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's expression changed slightly, and she slowly stood up from the throne.
"Your Majesty, should I go to Heaven Dou City to confirm this?" Just then, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan stepped forward and bowed slightly.
Bibi Dong waved her hand and said in a cold voice:
"No need. What good would it do you to find out that Tang San is hiding in this Blue Tyrant Academy? After all, they are in Heaven Dou City now, and Tang Hao is hiding in the shadows."
As she spoke, her gaze swept over everyone in the hall, a deep look flashing in her eyes.
"As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, it's impossible for me to personally lead a team to the capital of the Heaven Dou Empire, because if the commotion is too great, it will definitely attract the attention of the Heaven Dou royal family. At that time, it might even affect our future plans."
"If I send you, are you a match for Tang Hao?"
Chrysanthemum Douluo said somewhat unwillingly, "Your Majesty, are we just going to let Tang San go like this? He... he is Tang Hao's son. Once he grows up, I'm afraid..."
Before she could finish speaking, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold smile, and she raised her hand to interrupt, saying, "Some problems are too difficult for us to solve, so let others solve them. If we can use Tang Hao to get rid of one or two... that would be a way to indirectly weaken the influence of the Hall of Worship over me."
"Your Majesty, what do you mean?" Chrysanthemum Douluo asked, looking puzzled.
Bibi Dong waved her hand and laughed, "When the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Yue Guan, come with me to the Hall of Offerings."
"Yes, Your Majesty." Upon hearing this, Chrysanthemum Douluo was taken aback for a moment, then a glint of light flashed in his eyes. He seemed to understand something and immediately nodded.
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The Hall of Offerings is located at the very top of the Spirit Hall Mountain. It exudes an aura of being on top of the world, with its majestic buildings standing above the sea of clouds, seemingly connecting with the heavens.
In the very center of the shrine stands a statue of a six-winged angel.
The statue is over ten meters tall, its entire body a brilliant gold. Under the illumination of the eternal lamps in the hall, it exudes a sacred and majestic radiance. Three pairs of enormous wings spread out from the back of the statue, each feather carved with lifelike detail.
The statue holds aloft a huge golden sword, its tip pointing straight to the sky, while faint golden flames emanate from it, illuminating the entire hall with a solemn and majestic aura.
To reach the Hall of Offerings, one must climb thousands of steps on the Spirit Hall's sacred mountain.
As Bibi Dong drew closer to the Hall of Offerings, her sense of disgust grew stronger.
As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, she was surrounded by a chilling aura of death, while this place represented the pure power of the angels of light. The two were inherently opposed, and with each step she took closer, she could feel the Rakshasa God's power within her subtly stirring.
The omnipresent golden light made her feel slightly suffocated, and the sacred aura permeating the air felt like countless fine needles, constantly pricking her skin.
"An angel god?! Hmph... one day..."
With a slight frown, a barely perceptible purplish-black light flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, before she completely shut out this nauseating power of light.
There were two people standing inside the offering hall at that moment.
The person in charge was an elderly man with blond hair.
He stood tall and straight like a pine tree, his long golden hair cascading over his shoulders like sunlight, and his whole being exuded a natural and pure aura of light.
The light was not dazzling, but it gave people a sacred and inviolable pressure.
The blond old man stood there quietly, as if he were the center of the entire hall, making people feel involuntarily to bow down in worship.
He is Qian Daoliu, the master of the Hall of Worship, the guardian of the God of Angels, known as the invincible in the sky, and is known as one of the two great masters of the Soul Master world along with Tang Chen, the first sect master of the Haotian Sect.
Beside Qian Daoliu stood an extremely burly old man draped in a golden robe. He was the Second Elder of the Hall of Worship, Golden Crocodile Douluo, with a soul power of up to level ninety-eight.
Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression changed slightly. He seemed to have sensed something and suddenly spoke to Qian Daoliu, who was standing beside him under the six-winged angel statue, "Brother, doesn't that woman usually hate this place? Why is she in the mood to come here today?"
"I don't know either, maybe something happened." Upon hearing this, Qian Daoliu slowly turned around, his brows furrowing slightly, and said.
Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly, slightly dissatisfied, and said:
"Brother, you defied all opposition to place this woman on the Pope's throne, but now she's ungrateful and secretly building her own power within the Spirit Hall. Now, apart from a few old fogies in our Hall of Worship, almost all the other Title Douluos have submitted to her. If she continues like this, I'm afraid we'll have nothing left..."
Qian Daoliu frowned and raised his hand to stop Golden Crocodile Douluo from continuing.
"Bibi Dong is very talented and her methods are quite good. Before Xiaoxue fully matures, she still has value to be used."
As he spoke, he calmly looked toward the direction of the palace gate, "Don't worry, as long as we old guys are still here, she won't be able to completely control the Spirit Hall."
Just then, the door to the offering hall was suddenly pushed open.
next second.
Bibi Dong and Chrysanthemum Douluo appeared in Qian Daoliu's and his companion's sight.
Upon seeing the newcomer, Golden Crocodile Douluo's expression immediately turned cold, and he stepped forward.
Immediately afterwards, an overwhelming pressure was released from his body, a golden torrent that seemed to be in reality, sweeping towards the two of them, causing the air in the entire hall to freeze.
An overwhelming pressure swept over him, instantly suppressing Chrysanthemum Douluo so much that he couldn't even lift his feet.
Bibi Dong curled her lips into a disdainful smile, and a purplish-black ripple of soul power suddenly rose around her, directly repelling the terrifying pressure.
The two oppressive forces collided violently in the center of the hall, producing an invisible buzzing sound.
After a brief stalemate, the oppressive aura suddenly dissipated, and both Golden Crocodile Douluo and Bibi Dong took a step back, causing the stone slab beneath their feet to crack slightly.
"Second Master, what do you mean by this?" Bibi Dong asked with displeasure.
Upon hearing this, Golden Crocodile Douluo smiled slightly and said in a low voice, "Please forgive me, Your Holiness. I have been staying in this Hall of Worship for too long and have not been able to find anyone to spar with, so I lost control of myself for a moment."
Although he said words of apology, there was no remorse in his eyes.
Instead, it carried a hint of probing.
"Can't find anyone to spar with? Perfect, I'll find you someone to spar with." Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's lips curled into a cold smile.
Immediately, she raised her hand and waved it, and a piece of cloth with gold trim shot out like a sharp blade, heading straight for Golden Crocodile Douluo's face.
"Hmph! What is that?"
Golden Crocodile Douluo snorted coldly, raised his hand and precisely grabbed the cloth in his hand. Then, he looked down at the cloth in his hand and frowned slightly.
At the same time, Qian Daoliu, who was standing next to Golden Crocodile Douluo, was also looking at the cloth.
In just a moment, their expressions changed simultaneously.
Slowly raising his head, Qian Daoliu looked at Bibi Dong not far away and said with a hint of doubt:
"His surname is Tang, and his martial soul is Blue Silver Grass? Moreover, he has innate full soul power. How is this possible? Could it be that his Blue Silver Grass has mutated? Or is he... a twin martial soul!?"
"His father's name is... Tang... Hao!?"
Then, when he saw that Tang San's father was named Tang Hao, his expression changed again, and the hand that had just grasped the cloth tightened slightly, as if he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
"You read that right, this Tang San is the son of Haotian Douluo Tang Hao. I've already fought Tang Hao, but unfortunately he managed to escape."
Bibi Dong nodded, a faint, cold smile playing on her lips.
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