Douluo Continent: Five Thunders Shake the Drums, I am the Thunder Emperor!

Chapter 84 Bibi Dong is confined; the Spirit Hall will forever belong to the Qian family!
"How are they any different from fallen soul masters?!"

Qian Daoliu's voice boomed like thunder, and the entire Papal Palace trembled under his oppressive aura.

Bibi Dong's expression changed drastically. Her purplish-black soul power overflowed uncontrollably from her body, condensing into a ferocious spider king phantom behind her.

"High Priest, are you trying to interfere in the internal affairs of the Papal Palace?"

Bibi Dong suppressed her anger.

She noticed the faint phantom of a six-winged angel behind Qian Daoliu—this old guy was serious.

Qian Daoliu's gaze swept over the dying ghost, and golden light surged in his eyes.

"Using the lifeblood of living people to heal wounds, is this how you, as Pope, conduct yourself?"

"How many fallen soul masters has my Spirit Hall killed? Back then, our ancestor, the Angel God, nearly wiped out an entire era of fallen soul masters. How could such a scoundrel like you have emerged!"

Qian Daoliu raised his hand and unleashed a beam of holy light.

The remaining crimson lightning within the ghost's body suddenly emitted a piercing explosion.

Yue Guan hurriedly knelt on the ground: "Your Excellency, please understand, that old ghost..."

"shut up!"

With a flick of his sleeve, Qian Daoliu sent Yue Guan flying backward as if struck by lightning, crashing into a pillar and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Bibi Dong's eyes were filled with rage. "Qian Daoliu, you've gone too far!"

The Death Spider Emperor Martial Soul wields sharp spider legs, as fierce and terrifying as spears, and is surrounded by a venomous aura.

"enough!"

Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his hand, and a golden sword light slashed through the sky.

Before Bibi Dong could react, the crown on her head snapped off and crashed to the ground, rolling several feet away.

"The methods of Fallen Soul Masters shall be banned from now on."

Qian Daoliu's voice was as cold as ice, and he said without any politeness, "Otherwise, you can return your papacy."

Bibi Dong's purple hair flew wildly as she angrily shouted, "Qian Daoliu! You—"

"The Spirit Hall will always belong to the Qian family."

With its six wings outstretched, Qian Daoliu's holy golden light illuminated the entire Papal Palace, proclaiming, "Forever of the angelic lineage!"

"I can make you the Pope, but I can also strip you of your power at any time!"

With each word he spoke, the holy light in the hall grew stronger.

Bibi Dong was shocked and furious to discover that the soul power within her body was being suppressed to the point of being unable to circulate; this was the suppression by the divine power of the angels!
and,

She also sensed that six powerful auras had locked onto the direction of the offering hall.

"remember,"

Qian Daoliu turned and walked towards the palace gate. Wherever his wings swept, cracks appeared. "Within three hundred miles of Wuhun City, no one is allowed to attack Sikong Zhen and the others."

When the last word falls.

A dazzling golden sword mark appeared out of thin air in the center of the hall, separating Bibi Dong from Gui Mei and Yue Guan.

The sword mark was unfathomably deep, and within it flowed pure angelic power.

"This sword mark will remain for seven days."

Qian Daoliu's voice came from outside the hall, "Within seven days, if you dare to take even half a step..."

Before he finished speaking,

But the threat was self-evident.

Bibi Dong stared intently at the broken crown on the ground, her fingernails digging into her palms.

Crimson blood dripped from between his fingers, blooming into eerie blood flowers on the white jade floor, a sight that filled one with dread.

"Your Holiness the Pope"

Yue Guan trembled as she tried to pick up the crown.

"Ahhhhh!!"

Bibi Dong let out a frenzied roar, emanating a chilling killing intent, and her purplish-black soul power erupted uncontrollably.

Qian Daoliu has placed her under house arrest.

Seven days.

After seven days, when the Soul Master Competition is over, how can she possibly harm Sikong Zhen?
"what!"

Just as Bibi Dong was enraged, the ghost suddenly let out a shrill scream.

The ghostly right arm began to twist and deform eerily, and streaks of crimson lightning appeared under the skin, while the yin energy was constantly being worn away.

"Old ghost!"

Ignoring his injuries, Yue Guan scrambled over to get to him.

The ghost's soul power level was visibly dropping, falling to level 61 in the blink of an eye, regressing to the early stage of Soul Emperor. Bibi Dong stared intently at this scene, then suddenly calmed down.

She casually smoothed her disheveled purple hair, took out a spare silver crown from her storage soul tool, and put it on.

"Moon Pass."

Her voice regained its usual authority, but carried a chilling edge: "Find someone to properly heal the ghost."

"In addition, send people to keep a close eye on the Marquis of Weiyuan's residence."

Yue Guan was taken aback at first, then understood: "Your subordinate understands."

Bibi Dong walked to the sword mark and gently traced its edge with her fingertips: "Qian Daoliu, do you think you can restrain me like this?"

A drop of purplish-black liquid seeped from her fingertip and landed on the sword wound.

It makes a hissing, corrosive sound.

……

at the same time.

A room in the hotel.

Sikong Zhen, who was meditating, suddenly opened his eyes, lightning flashing in them.

Sikong Zhen sensed the change in the crimson lightning, and a wisp of electricity flickered at his fingertips: "Ghostly apparitions are no longer a concern."

Yu Yuanzhen awoke from his meditation, his dragon eyes flashing with a sharp light: "Little Zhen, your Crimson Lightning..."

"Don't worry, Grandpa Yu."

Sikong Zhen looked meaningfully in the direction of the Spirit Hall, "Even a Title Douluo will be severely injured if hit by my Crimson Lightning."

……

Enshrined in the temple.

As soon as Qian Daoliu returned, he saw Qian Renxue surrounded by the six great elders.

"Xue'er!"

Upon seeing his beloved granddaughter, Qian Daoliu's originally cold and aloof face instantly softened, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"grandfather."

Qian Renxue stood in the center of the hall, her long golden hair gleaming in the candlelight.

Her delicate face betrayed no emotion, but her slightly trembling fingertips revealed her inner turmoil: "I already know about tonight's events."

Qian Daoliu waved for the other retainers to step back, and slowly walked to his granddaughter.

He noticed that Qian Renxue was wearing a plain white dress today—the kind of dress she would only wear when she was feeling uneasy as a child.

"What does Xue'er want to ask?"

Qian Daoliu sighed softly and raised his hand to stroke his granddaughter's hair.

Qian Renxue suddenly looked up, her purple eyes, identical to Bibi Dong's, flashing with a complex light: "You've placed her under house arrest?"

There was silence in the hall for a moment.

The candlelight before the angel statue flickered without wind, casting swaying shadows on Qian Daoliu's face.

"Yes."

Qian Daoliu finally spoke, his voice low and deep, "She used the methods of a fallen soul master, which crossed the bottom line of the Spirit Hall."

Qian Renxue murmured softly, "The bottom line."

She turned and walked towards the statue, her white dress tracing an arc behind her. "Then what did she do to me back then, what about that?"

These words are like a sharp blade, piercing into the hearts of a thousand streams.

Bibi Dong is such an incompetent mother.
"Snow."

Qian Daoliu's voice trembled slightly, a rare occurrence for him.

"Grandpa, I'm not here to question you."

Qian Renxue suddenly turned around, her face now calm: "Grandpa, let me see her in seven days."

After a long silence, Qian Daoliu finally nodded: "Okay."

Subsequently,

Qian Renxue walked straight to the entrance of the main hall.

As Qian Renxue's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, Qingluan Douluo emerged from the shadows: "Big brother, Xue'er, she..."

"Let her be."

Qian Daoliu gazed at the night sky outside the palace.

(End of this chapter)