Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

Nan Feng whirled around, facing the tens of thousands of ordinary soul masters in the plaza whose eyes were filled with confusion yet gradually ignited with passion, and spoke in a stirring voice:

"Tell them! What is the Spirit Hall?!"

"Is this the cold, impersonal papal palace?!"

"Is that the eerie Elder Hall?!"

"Is it still the insurmountable Douluo Palace atop the mountain?!"

"wrong!!"

Nan Feng slammed his scepter heavily on the ground, the sound echoing through the heavens:

"The Spirit Hall... it's a human!!"

"It is the millions of Soul Masters standing in this square! It is the brothers and sisters who sacrificed their lives for the Spirit Hall!"

"Without these millions of Soul Masters, where would the Spirit Hall be? Where would you high and mighty retainers be?!"

"And then what happened?!"

Nan Feng pointed at Jin E and the others again, his eyes filled with disdain:

"Soul Masters are risking their lives outside, shedding blood for the honor of the Spirit Hall! You cower in the Elder Hall watching the spectacle, acting like cowards! And then you turn around and claim you're protecting the Spirit Hall?"

"I'll just ask you one question—"

"Have you no shame?!"

The entire room fell silent, save for Nan Feng's deafening question.

The lower-ranking Spirit Hall Soul Masters all had red eyes and were breathing rapidly. They had never imagined that His Holiness the Pope would actually point his finger at those legendary Elders and berate them for their sake!

An unprecedented sense of identity and fervor was growing wildly in their hearts.

"You are not the ones protecting the Spirit Hall!"

Nan Feng patted his chest and then pointed to the wounded soldiers below the stage:

"It's me! It's this Pope who leads from the front! It's those heroic spirits who fell on the battlefield! It's every ordinary Soul Master who shed blood for the Spirit Hall!"

"Instead of you bunch of cowards who only know how to hide in the shadows and steal the spoils of others' victories!"

"Using the name of righteousness to pursue personal gain!"

"You bunch of old geezers, how are you any different from Qian Xunji, who was killed by Tang Hao with a single hammer blow?!"

Looking down at the group of worshippers, their faces ashen from the insults, yet unable to refute the greater good, Nan Feng uttered his final judgment:

"Holding a position without performing its duties, lacking the virtue to match the position."

"To be old and not die... that is to be a thief!!"

The entire place was deathly silent, as if even the wind had frozen.

Everyone was completely stunned at this moment. Whether it was the unfathomable Ning Fengzhi, the unruly Yu Yuanzhen, or the bishops who were usually as shrewd as devils, they all stared wide-eyed like idiots.

In front of the entire world, the Pope berated his predecessor and humiliated the honorees who represented the Spirit Hall's highest fighting strength and prestige.

This is beyond just "self-destruction," it's practically house-destroying!

"What exactly is she trying to do?!"

Ning Fengzhi's teacup was already cracked from being squeezed. His brain was working frantically, but he couldn't understand what was happening in front of him.

He prided himself on his ability to see through people's hearts and calculate the world, but every move this new pope made was severely challenging the limits of his understanding.

however.

What happened next shocked them even more.

On the high platform, Nan Feng slowly raised his hand and actually took off the nine-curved purple-gold crown that symbolized supreme power from his head!

Clang—

The purple-gold crown landed with a crisp sound.

Her long purple hair cascaded down like a waterfall, dancing in the wind. She lost some of the Pope's majesty, but gained a touch of poignant beauty and resolute determination.

“Bibi Dong! You…”

As Golden Crocodile Douluo watched this scene, his pupils shrank, and an extremely ominous premonition instantly surged into his heart.

Just then, a voice, pre-arranged from the crowd below, suddenly rang out, trembling with confusion:

"Your Holiness the Pope! What...what are you doing?!"

Nan Feng stood on the high platform, his long hair flowing freely, facing the assembled heroes of the world, a desolate and self-mocking smile on his face:

"doing what?"

He spread his hands, looking at his magnificent papal robes, his tone calm yet filled with boundless sorrow:

“The Elders’ Hall treats me as an enemy, hindering me at every turn and trying to kill me.”

"Those in charge of the Papal Palace are outwardly compliant but inwardly defiant, holding positions without doing any work, and only knowing how to fight for power and profit."

"I, the Pope of the Spirit Hall, risked my life for the Spirit Hall, even personally going to the battlefield as a woman. But what was the result? In this Spirit City, I have almost no place to stand!"

Nan Feng shook his head, a hint of tears glistening in the corner of his eye:

"The Pope has gone to such lengths that it is unprecedented."

"Today, I have gathered you all here, hoping to restore justice to the world, to puncture those festering sores, and to let the Spirit Hall see the light of day again."

"But as everyone has seen."

Nan Feng pointed to the group of ashen-faced retainers and elders below the stage:

"How did Golden Crocodile Douluo do it? How did these so-called elders of worship do it?"

"They just want to cover their mouths! They just want to whitewash the truth! They just want to turn black into white!"

"Although I am determined to kill the traitors, I am powerless to reverse the situation."

Nan Feng took a deep breath, his voice becoming choked yet firm:

"I am sorry to the spirits of the Spirit Hall who died unjustly, I am sorry to the innocent lives that were lost because of Qian Xunji's selfish desires, and I am sorry to all the people of this world!"

"In that case..."

"How can I possibly continue to be the Pope?!"

"Am I supposed to be a puppet who only knows how to please these old fogies and clean up their messes?!"

Chapter 88 Does His Holiness the Pope have absolutely no faults?

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"no way!!"

Nan Feng's voice suddenly rose, filled with grief, indignation, and despair:

"The day before yesterday, Qian Xunji took a liking to the transformed soul beast beside Tang Hao and wanted to start a battle. A fierce battle ensued, resulting in countless deaths and injuries!"

"Yesterday, Qian Xunji was killed after he had his own trap. These old bastards, for the sake of their so-called face, forced me to take revenge, and another battle ensued, with blood flowing like a river!"

"What about tomorrow?!"

Nan Feng suddenly pointed in the direction of Ning Fengzhi and Yu Yuanzhen, startling the two of them.

"If tomorrow, Golden Crocodile Douluo sets his sights on the national treasures of the Heaven Dou Empire, the territory of the Star Luo Empire, or the wealth of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School or the treasure land of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon School!"

"Should we fight again?!"

"If any of the elders die because of this the day after tomorrow, will we again use the banner of revenge to start another killing spree?!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!!"

"This cycle of revenge continues endlessly!"

Nan Feng slammed the papal scepter to the ground with a loud bang.

"To satisfy the insatiable greed of these old geezers, for their so-called face and glory."

"Are you going to send all the Soul Masters in the world to their deaths? Are you going to let this continent never have peace again?"

"This is the Spirit Hall..."

Nanfeng looked up at the sky and let out a long, mournful howl:

"What is the meaning of existence?!"

"When it becomes the root of chaos in the world, when it becomes a demon that devours life!"

"Then I'd rather not be the Pope at all!!"

"No way!!!"

Just as Nan Feng turned to leave, several pre-arranged voices rang out from the crowd, instantly igniting the already tense atmosphere.

"Your Holiness the Pope! No!!"

"If you leave, what will become of the Spirit Hall?! Are we going to let these old fogies who only know how to send us to our deaths take power?!"

"Yes! The great war has just ended. If it weren't for His Holiness the Pope turning the tide and subduing the Haotian Sect, how many more of us would have died?! Now that we've finally started to live a peaceful life, are these old bastards already going to discard us after we've served our purpose?!"

Whether they were passionate young people genuinely moved by this tragic drama, free spirit masters who already disliked the Elders' Hall, or opportunists simply looking to stir up trouble and enjoy the spectacle, they all raised their arms and cheered.

The sound was like a tidal wave, instantly engulfing the entire square.

"No! His Holiness the Pope must not leave!"

"The Spirit Hall cannot do without you!"

Nan Feng stood on the steps, his eyes red-rimmed, his poignant appearance heartbreaking. He slowly raised his hand, palm down, and pressed it lightly.

Surprisingly, the previously bustling square fell silent instantly after his action.

"Everyone..."

Nan Feng's voice was hoarse, filled with endless exhaustion and despair:

"I am very gratified and happy. It turns out that there are still so many discerning people in this world who can distinguish right from wrong, and so many young people whose passion has not cooled down."

"Unfortunately... as everyone has seen."