402. I'll Kill You

As Ning Rongrong caused a lighthearted commotion elsewhere, Ling Yuan had already escorted Liu Erlong to the plaza in front of the Pope's Hall.

Liu Erlong's eyes were filled with anticipation as she followed closely, without a hint of doubt.

After all, during their reunion that day, the titled Douluo accompanying that her Ah Jue, had been this very same person.

Before long, the two women crossed the expansive plaza, taking several hundred steps around the perimeter before finally reaching their destination.

The reception hall, spanning several hundred square meters, was completely empty except for some tables and chairs, steaming tea sets, and delicate snacks.

As soon as Liu Erlong stepped inside, her gaze instinctively searched for a certain golden figure.

Before she could ask, Ling Yuan turned to face the elegant woman in the black dress. Her expression carried a trace of apology as she spoke:
“Please wait here for a moment. His Highness, the Holy Son, will be here shortly.”

“Mm, thank you, Your Excellency,” Liu Erlong replied softly, temporarily setting aside the eagerness in her heart.

Ling Yuan nodded slightly, then turned and strode toward the door.

As she passed by Liu Erlong, her full lips trembled slightly, delivering a sharp warning that only Liu Erlong could hear:
“Behave yourself!”

Liu Erlong blinked, puzzled. She turned to glance at the departing Douluo, but the spacious reception hall was already empty, save for herself.

Her brows furrowed slightly as unease crept into her heart. She couldn't help but think of that woman, the one who stood above all others.

A sudden panic surged within her.

Even so, she couldn’t bring herself to leave. No matter the risks, she didn’t want to miss any chance to meet with Qian Renjue!

Taking a deep breath, Liu Erlong casually chose a chair covered with animal hide and sat down at the table. She lowered her gaze to the steaming tea before her.

Moments later, the sound of crisp footsteps echoed from the doorway.

Is it her?

Liu Erlong pursed her lips, her expression tinged with bitterness, and turned her gaze sideways.

“Everyone, leave! No one is to approach!”

A commanding, dignified voice sounded from outside, followed by the approach of measured footsteps.

When the door finally opened, the figure that appeared before Liu Erlong was none other than the woman she had encountered earlier in the day—the one standing beside her Ah Jue.

It was none other than the current Pope of the Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong!

Clad in a luxurious robe adorned with golden patterns, a nine-curved purple-gold crown atop her head, and a scepter encrusted with gemstones in hand, Bibi Dong exuded an air of majesty. Her flawless white skin and perfect features were accentuated by a frosty expression, leaving no room for flaws to be found.

Liu Erlong remained seated as Bibi Dong paused her steps upon entering.

Their gazes met in the air, but no sparks flew between them.

This was because Liu Erlong’s eyes bore no hostility, whereas Bibi Dong’s gaze was filled with icy malice, as if she wanted to tear Liu Erlong apart.

After a moment of silent confrontation, Liu Erlong seemed to set aside the past. Rising gracefully, she greeted Bibi Dong with respect:
“Greetings, Your Majesty.”

“Oh? Are you not surprised to see me?” Bibi Dong’s eyes were cold, her voice growing even frostier.

Liu Erlong gently shook her head. Though her emotions were conflicted, her respect for Bibi Dong remained unwavering.

“You are Ah Jue’s teacher.”

“Silence!”

Bibi Dong’s sharp reprimand rang out, shattering any semblance of composure befitting a Pope.

“Shameless woman! Who gave you the right to speak so intimately?!”

“...”

Liu Erlong lowered her gaze, her lips pressed tightly together. She remained silent, refusing to retort.

She understood—Bibi Dong must have discovered the nature of her relationship with Qian Renjue. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have summoned her under his name.

Taking a deep breath, Liu Erlong steadied herself and asked, “May I ask why Your Majesty has summoned me here?”

Bibi Dong took a deliberate step forward.



With each step Bibi Dong took, the reception room seemed to grow colder.

Liu Erlong quietly watched her approach, her gaze devoid of any fear. She didn’t want to provoke another conflict with Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong stopped in her tracks and said coldly,
“I want you to leave Spirit City right now! Immediately!”

Her expression darkened further, filled with loathing and contempt. Clenching her teeth, she issued a sharp warning:
“And from now on, you are forbidden to approach Jue ever again. If you dare…”

Her voice turned into a roar:
“I’ll kill you myself!”

A blood-red light flickered around Bibi Dong’s body, and the faint shadow of her Slaughter Domain began to manifest.

Liu Erlong’s slender frame trembled slightly, the piercing cold of Bibi Dong’s killing intent chilling her to the bone. Her face turned pale.

Even so, Liu Erlong gritted her teeth and endured. She shook her head with great difficulty.
“Forgive me, Your Majesty, but I cannot do as you ask.”

Bibi Dong laughed coldly, her expression frigid and mocking. It had been a long time since she had exuded such terrifying murderous intent.

“Do you think I won’t kill you?”

As her words fell, her murderous aura struck Liu Erlong like a storm.

“Urgh!”

A muffled groan escaped Liu Erlong’s lips as she staggered back, grabbing onto the edge of the table to steady herself. Her fingers turned white from the effort.

“...”

Bent over slightly, Liu Erlong gazed at Bibi Dong. Blood welled up in her throat, and a trail trickled from the corner of her lips. Her already weakened aura grew fainter.

“Heh. See? Crushing you is as simple as squashing an ant,” Bibi Dong sneered, her voice dripping with scorn and naked contempt.

Wiping the blood from her lips, Liu Erlong leaned against the table, her head lowered.

She had never imagined a day where she would endure such humiliation from Bibi Dong.

But for Ah Jue, it was all worth it.

Liu Erlong cared nothing for the insults. She only wanted to see Ah Jue. A faint smile appeared on her face before quickly fading.

Raising her head slightly, she spoke softly:
“Your Majesty, the esteemed Pope, if you’re still angry about what happened in the past, you don’t need to be.”

“I have no ties to him anymore.”

“All I want now is to meet with His Highness, the Holy Son. Please, grant me this one favor.”

Hearing this, Bibi Dong’s expression grew even darker. The oppressive aura of a Level 98 Titled Douluo filled the room.

“Ugh!”

Liu Erlong gasped as the air around her seemed to thicken. Her knees began to buckle. Gritting her teeth, her face flushed as she fought to remain standing.

“Damned wretch!”

“Didn’t you hear me the first time? If you try to see him again, I’ll kill you!”

Bibi Dong nearly growled the last three words, her face contorted with fury.

The oppressive aura became unbearable, and Liu Erlong finally collapsed to her knees.

Thud!

“Pffft… Cough, cough!”

Liu Erlong spat out blood, her body shaking as she coughed violently. Her hands clawed at the ground for support.

Looking down at the woman kneeling at her feet, Bibi Dong felt no satisfaction—only cold disdain. She repeated her warning:

“I’ll say it again. Don’t think for a second that I won’t kill you!”

“To kill me would be easy for Your Majesty,” Liu Erlong said quietly, her voice trembling.

Her eyes were filled with humiliation as the pride she once held slowly disintegrated.

Biting her red lips, she lifted her pale face to meet Bibi Dong’s icy gaze and continued,
“But what must I do to be allowed to meet His Highness? If necessary, I’m willing to kneel and apologize for what happened in the past.”

Her voice quivered as she spoke. Closing her eyes, she lowered her head and knelt fully before Bibi Dong, her lips trembling, tears pooling in the corners of her eyes.

“Hah! Hahaha!”

Bibi Dong couldn’t suppress a mocking laugh.

“Kneeling and apologizing?!”

“Do you really think that will move me? You’re mistaken. All it does is disgust me!”