Qian Renshang took a deep breath, gazing at the distant horizon, thinking, "It's time to go back."
He felt the surging power within him; his soul power had now reached level 99, the pinnacle realm coveted by countless soul masters.
However, he had no intention of completing the Ninth Trial of the Sea God.
"Hmph, I, Qian Renshang, am unwilling to become the Sea God. I have my own path to walk,"
He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with determination.
At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: revenge. Those who had brought him pain and humiliation, he would make them pay a terrible price.
Qian Renshang's figure flashed, transforming into a streak of light as he sped towards the continent.
Wherever he passed, the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.
Along the way, his thoughts churned. Recalling his past experiences, the flames of hatred burned ever brighter in his heart.
Finally, the outline of the continent appeared before him.
Qian Renshang slowed down, landing on a desolate wasteland.
"My revenge begins," he whispered, his voice filled with coldness and killing intent.
...
On the other side, in the Spirit Hall, the atmosphere in the Pope's Palace was heavy.
Bibi Dong sat on the throne, her figure seemingly fused with it, radiating a chilling aura.
Her icy gaze swept across those below, like sharp blades, sending shivers down their spines.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others below lowered their heads, not daring to breathe.
Each breath Bibi Dong took seemed to make the air in the entire hall heavier.
The black Rakshasa God aura around her flickered, like a ghost in the darkness, sinister and terrifying.
That aura seemed to have a life of its own, constantly twisting and coiling, sending chills down everyone's spines.
"Hmph!" Bibi Dong snorted coldly, her voice echoing in the hall, making everyone's eardrums ache.
"Any news lately?" Her voice was devoid of any emotion, as cold as frost.
Chrysanthemum Douluo trembled slightly, forced himself to step forward, and cautiously said, "Your Holiness, there is no important news at the moment."
Bibi Dong frowned, a hint of anger flashing in her eyes: "A bunch of useless trash!"
This rebuke seemed to instantly drop the temperature of the entire hall to freezing point.
Everyone fell silent, even controlling their breathing to be extremely shallow.
Bibi Dong closed her eyes briefly, then opened them again, her killing intent even stronger:
"Get out! Don't come back to see me if you can't find any useful information!"
The crowd, as if granted a reprieve, hurriedly fled the hall, fearing that even a second longer would bring death.
Bibi Dong took a deep breath, then her gaze sharpened as she began to issue her orders:
"The Spirit Empire will once again wage war against the entire continent!"
Her voice echoed in the empty Papal Palace like a thunderclap.
Upon hearing this, everyone was shocked, their faces filled with disbelief.
They never imagined that the second all-out war would come so quickly.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but say,
"Your Holiness, isn't this...isn't it too hasty?
Last time, it was Grand Elder Qian Daoliu who led the charge, but in the end, the beast tide held us back."
Bibi Dong's cold gaze swept over everyone, and she said in a chilling voice, "Precisely because of the failure last time, we must be fully prepared this time and take over the entire continent in one fell swoop!"
Ghost Douluo also looked worried and cautiously said, "However, we haven't fully grasped the situation of all the forces yet.
If we launch a war rashly , I'm afraid..."
"Enough!" Bibi Dong slammed her hand on the armrest of the throne.
"My decision is not to be questioned! Go and prepare immediately, or face death!"
Everyone fell silent, not daring to say another word, and they all obeyed and withdrew.
The Papal Palace returned to silence once more, and Bibi Dong sat alone on the throne, her eyes revealing determination and resolve.
Someone reminded Bibi Dong of her concerns about the beast tide, their voice trembling slightly:
"Your Holiness, the last beast tide was incredibly powerful; we must be wary."
Bibi Dong, however, remained calm, her eyes radiating unparalleled confidence and authority:
"No matter what kind of beast tide it is, I, Bibi Dong, will personally handle it."
Her voice was steady and powerful, echoing in the spacious hall.
Hearing her words, everyone was slightly taken aback at first, then the worry on their faces gradually dissipated.
Chrysanthemum Douluo cupped his hands and said, "Since Your Holiness has such a resolve, we will certainly do our utmost to follow Your Holiness in conquering the continent."
(End of Chapter)
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