Douluo: Wuhun Dragon Pattern Stick, Inherited by the Eastern Azure Dragon

Chapter 182 Angel Temple, the Great Priest Qian Daoliu!
"Your Holiness, the talks broke down. What should we do next?" Yue Guan asked in the Pope's Palace.

"I didn't expect this Titan to be so brutal. He really thought that just because he got a 100,000-year spirit ring and became a Titled Douluo, he could act so presumptuous in front of me!" Bibi Dong's eyes were cold and she was in a very bad mood.

It was really because the old man Titan was too disrespectful to her, the Pope.

"He doesn't take the Spirit Hall seriously at all. We must teach him a lesson!"

"I propose that we attack the Divine Craftsman Pavilion and the Power Clan tonight and destroy them!"

"Without a Titled Douluo in the Heaven Dou Empire, let's see how they can still act so arrogantly!"

Guimei also quickly echoed.

"No, we can't rush this matter. I'm worried that it will disrupt all the plans that have been laid out."

"The Divine Artisan Pavilion and the Power Clan are located in Tiandou City. There are more than 100,000 troops stationed in the city. In addition, they are now purchasing soul-guided weapons on a large scale. Everyone's combat power will become stronger, so we can't move without authorization. Some of the previous layouts must also be changed."

"We cannot engage in a direct war with the Tiandou Empire right now, otherwise the Xingluo Empire or even other forces will take advantage of us."

Although Bibi Dong was in a bad mood, her intelligence was still there, and she immediately rejected Guimei's plan to go out.

She had wanted to implement this plan before, but it had been delayed until now, and because of the current situation, she had to cancel it.

Or you can leave it for later and make a new layout.

"But we can't just swallow our anger, right? I can't swallow this!" Guimei and Yueguan said.

"Attack the people of the Power Clan and the Divine Craftsman Pavilion in secret. Once you find their people leaving the range of the Power Clan and the Divine Craftsman Pavilion, bring them back in secret immediately, vent your anger on them, and slowly consume their manpower."

"Let's disgust each other secretly."

"That's all there is to it for now."

“We’ll talk about the next thing later.”

Bibi Dong thought for a while and said.

"Yes, sir." Yue Guan and Gui Mei nodded.

Bibi Dong thought about it and decided to go to the worship hall and inform the chief worshiper Qian Daoliu of what happened outside.

"What are you doing here?" A powerful old man in golden armor and with a strong aura walked out.

He walked out slowly, the golden armor on his body shining brightly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

On the armor, a golden crocodile pattern is lifelike, as if it will emerge from the delicate engraving at any time.

He has a sturdy build, and his muscles look like they were carefully carved by a stonemason, with clear lines and full of power.

His eyes were deep and firm, as if he could see into the deepest part of people's hearts.

His long and thin eyebrows were slightly raised, revealing a hint of unyielding sharpness.

Whenever his eyes swept across a place, even the wind seemed to become respectful.

Each of his steps was steady and powerful, and the golden armor emitted a series of low sounds, like war drums echoing on an empty battlefield.

The air around him seemed to be looking at him with awe.

This is the feeling of oppression brought by the strong.

This person is the second worshiper of the Worship Hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo.

He is a peak Super Douluo at level ninety-eight.

Just one step away from reaching level ninety-nine.

He is also a powerful Douluo who possesses a ninth soul ring that is 100,000 years old.

The other person is older than Qian Daoliu.

Therefore, he is currently the oldest person in the Spirit Hall.

"Second Priest, I have something important to report to the Chief Priest."

Looking at the holy Temple of Angels, Bibi Dong showed a hint of disgust, but it was quickly suppressed.

She had an irreconcilable hatred for the Angel Clan and the Qian Family. If her strength did not allow it, she would have risen up and destroyed them, becoming the real boss of the Spirit Hall.

Now on the surface, she is the one who has the final say in the Spirit Hall, but those are all small matters. When it comes to big matters, the approval will require the nod of the Great Priest Qian Daoliu.

If it weren't for the other party's obstruction, perhaps her actions to unify the continent would have been even more unscrupulous and even more crazy.

"Let her in." A calm voice came from the Angel Temple deep in the worship hall.

"You go in." After receiving the order from the great priest, Golden Crocodile Douluo made way.

Bibi Dong walked in.

The golden door of the Angel Temple at the end opened automatically, and a holy golden light shone out from inside. When the light shone on Bibi Dong, the powerful divine power was expelling the evil power in her body, making her very uncomfortable and she couldn't help but shiver.

"Damn angel power, power of light, actually suppresses me so much! I will definitely destroy you in the future!" Bibi Dong thought to herself with her head down, hatred and murderous intent flashing in her eyes, but she quickly hid it.

The hand holding the Pope's scepter tightened and trembled.

Take a deep breath, adjust your mindset, and continue walking inside.

When she stepped in, the door closed automatically.

The golden angel statue is high up in front, surrounded by angel statues everywhere.

This place is very sacred.

The interior of the hall is decorated with countless sparkling gems. Under the refraction of light, they look like stars, breathtakingly beautiful.

The huge angel statue towers into the clouds, its wings spread out, as if it will flap and fly at any time.

The temple was filled with a faint fragrance, which was the scent of flowers and spices offered to the angels.

The chief worshiper, Qian Daoliu, is dressed in pure golden robes, with long golden hair cascading to the ground like a waterfall.

He knelt before the statue, clasped his hands together on his chest, and recited the prayer devoutly.

Every time he lowered his head, his long eyelashes cast a shadow, illuminating his face as calm as water.

His voice was deep and powerful, echoing in the empty hall, interweaving with the sound of his heartbeat into a mysterious hymn.

In this sacred and silent space, every breath of Qian Daoliu seemed unusually clear.

His emotions were deep and focused, as if nothing else existed in the world except the communication between him and the statue.

The light in the temple was soft and even, as if it was a direct manifestation of angelic light, casting a golden halo over Qian Daoliu's figure.

Time seems to have stopped here, and all the noise and worldly troubles are kept out.

Qian Daoliu knelt like this and had a silent conversation with the angel statue, as if expressing his awe for the endless years and his loyalty to the supreme faith.

Until the afterglow of the setting sun shone through the window lattice, casting mottled light and shadows, Qian Daoliu's figure was elongated, and his piety was like an eternal flame, burning forever in the temple of angels, never extinguished.

Bibi Dong watched the whole process and did not disturb them.

Because she was in a weak position in this place, it would be okay to wait.

However, looking at Qian Daoliu's back, she suddenly had an urge to stab him in the back, but she quickly held it back.

She is only a level 98 Super Douluo now, and is not a match for Qian Daoliu, the level 99 Peak Peerless Douluo.

What's more, the other party is in the Angel Temple and can use the power of the Angel God to enter the demigod level. She will only be killed instantly.

"What are you looking for me for?" Qian Daoliu said calmly without getting up, just kneeling there.

He didn't even look at Bibi Dong.

In his eyes, Bibi Dong seemed dispensable.

This made Bibi Dong very unhappy.

But he still stated the purpose of coming here.

(End of this chapter)