Douluo: Reincarnation of Pineapple Blowing Snow, the Fruit Treasure returns!

Inside the main hall of the Spirit Hall, in the Pope's Palace.

A shadow fell from the high dome, enveloping Bibiton, who sat on the extremely luxurious papal throne, in an atmosphere of solemnity and oppression.

Bibi Dong did not deliberately release any pressure, but her sharp eyes swept over the crowd.

This already put immense pressure on all the Soul Masters in the hall, including Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei knelt on one knee below, their heads almost touching the ground.

Behind him were several Soul Douluos and Soul Saints who had participated in the operation and were lucky enough to survive. Each of them was sweating profusely and remained silent in fear.

After listening to Ju Douluo's somewhat labored report on the failed pursuit, Bibi Dong listened to the entire process.

Her fingertips tapped lightly on the armrest of the throne unconsciously, a sound that, though faint, was unusually clear in the silent hall.

It seemed as if every blow Bibi Dong struck landed on everyone's heads.

Not long after, she finally spoke.

Although the voice sounded calm, it carried an icy chill that pierced the heart.
"The person wasn't caught? They couldn't even kill him?"

Her gaze fell on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

An invisible pressure, as if a thousand-pound burden, weighed down on the two of them.

"Yue Guan, Gui Mei. You two are Title Douluo."

Her tone remained calm, but a closer listen revealed a chilling sarcasm that sent shivers down the spines of the two Douluo.
"Using the Spirit Fusion Skill—Bipolar Stillness Domain…and as a result, three Soul Kings escaped into the City of Slaughter?"

She leaned forward slightly, a hint of anger in her eyes.

"Can I conclude that the Title Douluo of my Spirit Hall is now unable to defeat even three Soul Kings?"
If this gets out, where will the Spirit Hall's reputation be?

Cold sweat instantly soaked the backs of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

They could clearly sense the hidden anger in the Pope's words.

That's zero tolerance for failure, especially such a humiliating failure.

Chrysanthemum Douluo quickly looked up and began to explain.
"Your Holiness, please calm down! Those three boys, especially that Pineapple Snowball, are truly bizarre!"

His speed far exceeded that of a Soul King; his mech was incredibly agile, and his subordinates were caught off guard for a moment…”

Ghost Douluo added hoarsely, trying to shift the focus:

"...But they did eventually enter the Killing City, Your Holiness the Pope, that is a true Jedi!"
Throughout history, only a handful of killing gods have emerged from this world!
"Those three Soul Kings who went in, there is absolutely no chance of survival! They are doomed!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo immediately chimed in, "That's right, not everyone is as strong as you and can emerge from the City of Slaughter." Bibi Dong listened to their words, slowly leaning back in her chair, deep in thought.

The hall was deathly silent; everyone held their breath, awaiting the Pope's verdict.

A moment later, the sharpness in Bibi Dong's eyes began to soften.

Bibi Dong herself was naturally more aware than anyone else of how terrifying the Killing City was.

That was a place where even she had to go through countless near-death experiences to escape.

It is filled with endless killing, betrayal and madness, and there is only one rule - the survival of the fittest.

The three inexperienced youngsters, whose highest level was no more than Soul King, were indeed like lambs thrown into a pack of wolves.

"Perhaps...this is for the best," Bibi Dong thought to herself.

Dying there would be clean enough, saving her a lot of trouble.

It's true that we can't entirely blame Yue Guan and Gui Mei; those three kids seem far more troublesome than expected.

Perhaps their initial goal was to reach the killing capital.

In that case, let them be so utterly destroyed in the City of Slaughter that not even their bones remain.

She raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping over the kneeling crowd below once more, finally settling on Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, and spoke in a detached tone.

"So be it. Since they've chosen their own path and entered that perilous place, we've eliminated one potential threat."

The Killing City… is certainly not a place where they can survive.

She waved her hand dismissively, as if the dust had settled.

"I'd say you've done a passable job with this mission. You may all step down."

"Thank you, His Majesty the Pope!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo let out a heavy sigh of relief, quickly kowtowed, and led their subordinates out of the main hall with utmost care.

Only after they stepped outside the hall did the two realize that their backs were completely soaked with cold sweat. They looked at each other and saw the fear and relief in each other's eyes.

Although the process was messy, I finally... got through it.

Inside the main hall, Bibi Dong remained seated alone on the papal throne, her fingertips gently stroking the scepter.

Her gaze drifted intently out of the hall, lost in thought. (End of Chapter)