Douluo: Why is Qian Renxue not in love anymore?

Chapter 7: We don't have enough chips, we are not interested

As night falls, the majestic outline of the Spirit Hall appears even more solemn and mysterious under the moonlight.

In front of the gate, two powerful figures were guarding here. They were the two guardians of the Spirit Hall - Yueguan and Guimei.

Yue Guan was wearing a gorgeous golden robe, gently waving a chrysanthemum in his hand, with a smile on his face but sharp eyes, as if he could see into people's hearts.

The ghost was dressed in a black robe, his figure was ethereal, like a ghost in the night, his face was hidden in the shadows, only a pair of eyes flashing with faint green light were revealed, revealing an indescribable chill.

At this moment, the atmosphere suddenly became tense, as if even the air had frozen.

In the distance, a figure slowly approached, her purple robe fluttering. It was none other than Bibi Dong. Her steps were steady, and every step seemed to step on the heartstrings of Yue Guan and Gui Mei. The invisible pressure made the air around them tremble.

Bibi Dong stopped, her purple eyes deep, staring directly at the two guardians in front of her, her voice low and magnetic: "Yueguan, Guimei, how about we make a deal?"

Yue Guan heard this and smelled the chrysanthemum in his hand. The smile on his face remained the same, but with a hint of amusement: "Oh? You are actually interested in doing business with us."

There was some tentativeness in Yue Guan's words, and at the same time, he was curious about the content of the transaction.

The ghostly figure moved slightly, and took a few steps out of the shadows, his dark green eyes appearing even deeper in the night. "Don't tell me what you want. If you don't have enough chips, I'm not interested."

Bibi Dong raised her hand slightly, and a token emitting a faint golden glow appeared in her palm.

The token was engraved with complex totems and had faint fluctuations of soul power, so it was obviously not an ordinary object.

"This papal decree is the content of this transaction." Her voice was calm and firm, with unquestionable majesty in her tone.

Yueguan and Guimei's pupils shrank at the same time, their eyes fixed on the token, and even the tension in the air seemed to solidify a little.

Yue Guan's smile gradually faded, and the chrysanthemum in his hand unconsciously tightened a little. He was well aware of the power and status represented by this token.

The ghost took a small step forward, the light in his dark green eyes flickering, as if he was weighing the pros and cons of the deal.

Yueguan and Guimei looked at each other, and an even stronger sense of oppression filled the air.

Yue Guan spoke slowly, with a hint of disbelief in her voice: "You want to become the Pope of Spirit Hall? This... is unprecedented. You have to know that, except for the angels, no one has ever been able to sit on the throne of Pope, let alone a woman like you."

Yue Guan's gaze moved across Bibi Dong, with a mixture of scrutiny and complex emotions.

Bibi Dong's purple eyes were as deep as the night sky. She smiled gently, and that smile was filled with confidence and determination that should not be underestimated: "Just because there has never been a path before doesn't mean there can't be a path for those who come after. I, Bibi Dong, vow to create my own glory on this path."

Bibi Dong's words were so powerful that it seemed to shake the surrounding night.

The ghostly figure moved slightly again, and a hint of deep thought flashed in his dark green eyes. His low voice echoed in the night: "We have always known your ambition. But the position of Pope is not a joke. It requires the whole Wuhun Hall to be convinced, and it also requires sufficient strength to support it."

"That's why I came to you. Just eliminate those who refuse to obey." Bibi Dong's voice sounded particularly cold and resolute in the night. She slowly raised her hands, and purple-black soul power surged out of her body like a tide, instantly dyeing the entire space with a layer of depressing dark purple.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei's faces suddenly changed. They clearly felt the terrifying pressure contained in this power, which was far beyond any strong man they had seen before. But how could this be possible?

Bibi Dong stretched out her body, like a queen in the dark night, with eight soul rings surrounding her body. The outermost black soul ring was shining with dazzling light, which was the symbol of the 86th-level Soul Douluo that only a very few people could achieve.

Yue Guan and Gui Mei looked at each other, their shock evident in their words, as if even the air around them had frozen. "You...you are already level 86, how is that possible?"

Yue Guan's voice trembled slightly, the chrysanthemum in his hand was almost crushed, and his golden robe fluttered in the night wind, but it could not hide the shock in his heart.

The ghostly figure involuntarily took a half step back, the light in its dark green eyes flickering violently, as if it wanted to penetrate the layers of night and look directly into Bibi Dong's unfathomable soul.

"You've grown so fast, how did you do it?"

Under the moonlight, Bibi Dong's figure suddenly became deeper, and the fluctuations of soul power surrounding her body were as surging as the undercurrent before a tsunami.

She opened her red lips slightly, her voice cold and firm: "If that's the case, I'm not qualified to cooperate with you."

After she finished speaking, an even more ancient and powerful aura awakened from her body, as if a sleeping dragon had opened its eyes.

With a low humming sound, the second martial soul suddenly appeared - it was Bibi Dong's other spider martial soul.

After the martial soul appeared, the surrounding air seemed to be torn apart, and a soul power storm that was even more intense than before swept out, making Yue Guan and Gui Mei's robes rustle, and even their breathing stagnated.

“Twin martial souls?!” Yue Guan’s voice was almost torn apart by the night wind. His pupils dilated rapidly, as if he had seen the most incredible sight in the world.

The chrysanthemum in his hand lost its color in an instant, just like his broken heart at the moment.

He looked at Bibi Dong in disbelief, her eyes burning with endless desire and pursuit for power.

The ghost's body swayed, and he almost lost his balance. An unprecedented look of horror flashed in his dark green eyes.

He instinctively took a few steps back, but found that he had been firmly locked by the invisible soul power and could not move.

Yueguan and Guimei's breathing stopped almost at the same time, and the night wind seemed to have lost its sound at this moment.

Yue Guan's face was as pale as paper, the chrysanthemum in his hand completely turned into powder and flew away in the wind. His eyes were filled with a complex emotion of disbelief and horror.

"What's going on? Why do I... feel a sense of... fear?" Guimei's voice was hoarse, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth. He tried hard to break free from the invisible restraints, but found that his strength seemed so insignificant in front of Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong smiled slightly, and that smile looked both mysterious and majestic in the moonlight. She raised her hand gently, and her fingertips touched the void, as if she was communicating with some ancient and powerful force.

In an instant, the light around her became brighter, and the two martial spirits reflected each other, and an unprecedented aura of holiness and evil spread.

Bibi Dong spoke slowly, and every word was as clear and cold as a purple lotus blooming in the ice: "That's because, in Douluo Continent, not only the angels have the inheritance of God, I, Bibi Dong, am also bathed in the favor of God."

(End of this chapter)