Meng Bei stepped forward several paces, walking right up to Bibi Dong.
He was quite tall—in theory, even taller than Bibi Dong.
However, Bibi Dong was wearing a pair of purple high heels today, and with the papal crown on her head, she was actually a head taller than Meng Bei.
Bibi Dong's eyes were light brown with a trace of pale red at the bottom.
At this moment, Bibi Dong looked at Meng Bei with great interest, less of the Pope's majesty and more of a playful glint in her eyes.
Meng Bei looked seriously at Bibi Dong and said calmly:
"Your Holiness, I'm not joking. Ghost Leopard Douluo and I met in the wilderness. We each served our own masters and fought fairly. I'm sorry about Ghost Leopard Douluo's death. For this, I will provide satisfactory compensation to Spirit Hall."
Hearing this, Bibi Dong looked at Meng Bei playfully.
"Oh? You're saying that in a fair fight, you were able to kill Ghost Leopard Douluo?"
Meng Bei said: "Yes."
Bibi Dong smiled and shook her head, not taking Meng Bei's words seriously.
After all, in normal people's eyes, a Spirit King killing a Title Douluo was impossible.
Bibi Dong extended her slender finger and, with a hint of reproach, lightly tapped Meng Bei's forehead.
For ordinary people, this gesture would be extremely dangerous.
Because behind the forehead was the brain—a vital spot for anyone.
However, Meng Bei was different from ordinary people.
He had quite a few heads.
Losing one head was nothing—he could just expend soul power to regrow it later.
Moreover, since he saw no malice in Bibi Dong's eyes, he didn't dodge.
He allowed Bibi Dong's cool finger to tap his forehead.
As expected, Bibi Dong made no other moves. She just lightly poked Meng Bei's forehead and smiled:
"Little Meng Bei, lying is not what good children do. Today's matter has nothing to do with you. This Pope has no intention of interrupting your wedding. To cultivate to Spirit King realm at such a young age—with this talent, don't disappoint this Pope!"
Saying this, Bibi Dong exerted some force and pushed Meng Bei away, then turned her gaze toward the Clear Sky Sect's location.
Bibi Dong said coldly: "Since the true culprit refuses to step forward, don't blame Spirit Hall for being merciless!"
With that, Bibi Dong clapped her hands.
Then, two Cardinal Archbishops from Spirit Hall dragged up a man who looked like a dead dog.
Meng Bei, Ning Fengzhi, and even Blazing Sun Douluo all changed expressions.
This person was none other than Count Fierce Lion, Ferran.
Ferran knelt before Bibi Dong. His body was covered in wounds, his face unrecognizable—he was barely human. Clearly, he had suffered unimaginable torture before this.
Bibi Dong asked with full coldness:
"Ferran, this Pope asks you—how did Ghost Leopard Douluo die? Who were the people present at the time?"
Ferran's body trembled as he shakily said:
"At that time, there were, there were..."
Seeing this, Meng Bei didn't hesitate. He immediately released his martial soul, spat out a freezing dragon's breath, and sprayed it directly onto Ferran's face, mere inches away!
He absolutely couldn't let Ferran speak the truth.
Ferran was like a paper-thin window—both sides knew what was behind that paper, but it couldn't be torn open in this public setting.
If Tang Hao was exposed, the Upper Three Sects would likely fall into opposition with Spirit Hall prematurely.
This would be very disadvantageous for Meng Bei.
Because right now, he didn't yet have the strength to contend with Spirit Hall at 100%.
More importantly, Tang Hao hadn't yet fully grasped control of the Clear Sky Sect. If the Clear Sky Sect saw things going wrong and chose to close their mountain again in a strategy of sacrificing the rook to save the king, wouldn't all his and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's plans be wasted?
So Ferran had to die.
At this moment, Meng Bei was very close to Ferran—only two or three meters away. His freezing dragon's breath arrived in the blink of an eye, completely engulfing Ferran's face.
Neither Chrysanthemum nor Ghost Douluo expected that Meng Bei would dare to attack Ferran in public. By the time they moved to stop him, Meng Bei's dragon breath had already struck Ferran's face.
"Too arrogant!"
Seeing this, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo attacked in anger, each extending a palm from left and right toward Meng Bei.
Ghost Douluo's palm carried thick dark attribute soul power aura, while Chrysanthemum Douluo's was more balanced and peaceful, his soul power carrying platinum-colored light.
No one present expected combat to come so quickly. Almost instantly, Sword Douluo's Seven Kill Sword had already flown out, unhesitatingly slashing over.
Bone Douluo's bone claw was even faster than Sword Douluo's. It emerged from the void and struck toward Chrysanthemum Douluo's back.
Bibi Dong instantly released her martial soul. Her eyes transformed into cold, deep purple as she blocked in front of Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo. Her sharp spider legs simultaneously caught both Sword Douluo's long sword and Bone Douluo's bone claw.
On the other side, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo attacked Meng Bei from left and right.
Yet Meng Bei calmly pushed out with both hands, actually catching both Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo's palm strikes simultaneously.
Firmly and steadily!
"What! How could he!"
Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo looked at Meng Bei in shock.
The two exchanged glances, both filled with disbelief.
To actually withstand attacks from two Title Douluo at Spirit King level—what kind of talent was this?
The continent had never seen this before.
At this moment, an absurd feeling arose in the hearts of the two Title Douluo.
Could what this kid said actually be true?
But during yesterday's torture interrogation, Ferran had already revealed the truth, hadn't he?
No time to think further.
Through years of tacit understanding, Chrysanthemum Ghost Douluo quickly reached consensus.
This child absolutely cannot be allowed to live!
The soul power on both their bodies surged simultaneously. Ghost Douluo struck with a claw, and a giant ghost claw emerged from the void, viciously grabbing toward Meng Bei.
On the other side, Chrysanthemum Douluo summoned a giant chrysanthemum. Its petals flew out, transforming into countless sharp blades flying toward Meng Bei.
At the critical moment, a wolf's howl rang out.
A snow-white giant wolf appeared in the field, transforming into a massive wolf shadow charging forward.
"Eighth Spirit Skill, Killing Intent Charge!"
This was the first man among everyone present to actively call out his spirit skill name.
Bai Lianya had a kind of old yet chunibyo feeling.
However, Meng Bei was still very grateful to him. To choose to help at this moment—this favor was different from ordinary ones.
Bai Lianya's sudden attack—Ghost Douluo on the field was only focused on attacking Meng Bei and didn't react at all, so he was directly knocked flying by this move from Bai Lianya.
On the other side, Meng Bei used his second spirit skill, Freezing Wind, to reduce the attack power of Chrysanthemum Douluo's chrysanthemum blades, then used his fourth spirit skill, Frost Ice Armor, for defense. At this time, support from Ning Fengzhi also arrived simultaneously, and Meng Bei's various attributes were instantly enhanced.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's blades struck Meng Bei's body and were immediately blocked by the hard Frost Ice Armor, failing to take effect.
In the one or two breaths during which everyone was in chaotic combat, Ferran on the ground, who had taken Meng Bei's Freezing Dragon's Breath head-on, had already had his upper body burned away by the dragon's breath.
Seeing that his goal was achieved, Meng Bei withdrew in time.
He didn't dare continue deep into enemy territory. Otherwise, if Bibi Dong went crazy and those eight thin and long spider legs pinned him to the ground, that would be troublesome.
This was his wedding day—he didn't want to make things too ugly.
After Meng Bei retreated, Sword Douluo, Bone Douluo, and Snow Wolf Douluo Bai Lianya immediately protected Meng Bei behind them.
Ning Rongrong, still wearing her wedding dress, hurriedly ran down from above and rushed to Meng Bei's side.
(End of Chapter)