Bibi Dong's tone was gentle, soothing in a way that made it unusually comforting to hear.
It was a rare, tender moment.
Qian Renxue remained silent, simply staring at her.
At this moment, Qian Renxue was already sensing something strange—her mind had cleared up significantly.
For Bibi Dong to come here in person… how could it possibly be a trivial matter?
It had to be something harmful to Xiaofeng!
Bibi Dong still wore her usual fake smile, eyes locked on Qian Renxue.
"Xue'er, you're his sister. He must care about you deeply. If you call out to him, he'll surely appear."
"I wonder... would you be willing to do me this favor?"
"It's been such a long time since I've seen my son."
Qian Renxue's expression didn't change. She snapped coldly, "Get lost. I won't allow you to lay a hand on Xiaofeng!"
"If you want trouble, go to the Worship Hall and find that old man!"
Bibi Dong looked at Qian Renxue's defiant face and sighed helplessly. She raised her right hand and pressed down lightly.
The two titled Douluo—Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo—understood her signal perfectly and stepped into the room in unison.
Seeing this, Stinghog Douluo (Cìtún Dòuluó) didn't hesitate and instantly released his martial soul.
At this point, worrying about exposure was no longer an option. His nine spirit rings appeared immediately:
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
Stinghog Douluo didn't have the best ring configuration—only four ten-thousand-year rings among them.
Just by looking at his spirit ring colors, he was among the weaker Titled Douluo.
However, because of the uniqueness of his martial soul, combined with his raw power and tough, frontal fighting style,
he had carved out a place for himself among the strong.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, both powerful Titled Douluo, faced a level-92 opponent who lacked ideal spirit ring ratios.
Naturally, they didn't see him as a real threat.
If this were inside the Spirit Hall, they might give him some face.
But here and now, with the three of them on opposing sides, there was no courtesy to be shown.
Chrysanthemum Douluo released his martial soul—the room filled with golden light, as if dawn had broken inside the palace.
Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Black, Black, Black.
Two yellow, two purple, five black—basically the ideal spirit ring configuration for an average Titled Douluo.
Just by comparing spirit rings, Chrysanthemum Douluo was stronger than Stinghog Douluo.
On top of that, with level 95 spirit power, defeating Stinghog Douluo was a foregone conclusion.
Ghost Douluo stepped back and stood beside Bibi Dong.
The two worked together to cast their respective abilities, cloaking the entire palace.
They concealed the intense spirit pressure and the radiance of battle.
After all, this was the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace.
If something strange were detected and the Heaven Dou army surrounded them, it would be a huge headache for the three of them.
Yue Guan (Chrysanthemum Douluo) toyed with his Strange Velvet Sky Chrysanthemum—a golden flower bloomed brightly within the palace.
After just one exchange, Stinghog Douluo realized that something major was about to happen.
Chrysanthemum Pass... was far too strong!
Even if he'd always been suppressed by stronger opponents, no one had ever dared call him a worthless Douluo.
"Seventh Spirit Ability—Martial Soul True Body!"
"Fifth Spirit Ability—Thorn Bone Spike!"
Both spirit abilities were released instantly—Stinghog Douluo had long since reached a level of effortless execution.
The reason for choosing these two was simple: they caused the most noise.
Not just against three Titled Douluo—even facing Chrysanthemum Douluo alone, he stood no chance.
So his only option now was to call for help.
Make a huge commotion. Draw everyone's attention.
Even if it meant exposing Qian Renxue's identity, it was worth it.
At the very least, Stinghog Douluo was confident he could escape with Qian Renxue amid the chaos.
But escaping from the three-titled Douluo?
That was something he had no confidence in doing.
Bibi Dong looked at the still-struggling Stinghog Douluo and smiled.
"Stop struggling."
"With two domains activated, even if this palace explodes, the outside world won't sense a thing."
"If you stop now, I'll consider you a great contributor to the Spirit Hall."
"From now on, you'll only need to obey my orders."
Bibi Dong didn't want to give up on Stinghog Douluo. After all, while the Spirit Hall was nominally under her control,
most of the Titled Douluo were loyal to Qian Daoliu.
The Pope's Decree only held absolute authority over those below the Titled Douluo level.
Expanding the number of Titled Douluo under her control was an essential move in her strategy.
Only with her own Titled Douluo could she truly wield power before becoming a god.
"Pah!"
"Bibi Dong, you're not thinking about the Spirit Hall at all!"
"Everything you do is for yourself!"
"If you cared even a little for the Spirit Hall, how could you attack the young master inside the imperial palace?!"
"You're going to destroy more than a decade of planning in one move!"
Stinghog Douluo cursed furiously.
He might not be loyal to the Pope, but he was utterly devoted to the Spirit Hall.
What Bibi Dong was doing enraged him—it was internal sabotage, weakening their strength.
She was going to ruin the Spirit Hall's grand ambitions.
Bibi Dong shook her head. "If that's how it is, then today, you'll die as a sacrifice to the Spirit Hall's future."
As soon as she finished speaking—
Clap, clap, clap. A burst of applause echoed from one corner of the palace, drawing everyone's attention.
"Not bad, not bad. Stinghog Douluo, you truly understand the bigger picture."
"Bibi Dong, if this is the extent of your leadership, maybe I should be the Pope instead."
A figure quietly emerged from the corner, leaning lazily against a red pillar, watching the scene with amusement.
Qian Renxue was the first to recognize him. Her face lit up with excitement, as if hope had finally appeared.
"Xiaofeng?!"
Upon hearing that, Bibi Dong's violet pupils narrowed slightly as she stared at the man in the corner.
To be honest, even with both domains blanketing the palace, they had failed to detect Qian Renfeng's presence.
That was... strange.
"Xiaofeng? So you've already grown this much?"
"Come here, let Mommy give you a hug."
Bibi Dong opened her arms and smiled warmly.
She looked just like a caring mother, waiting for her son to rush into her embrace.
But Qian Renfeng was completely unmoved. "Stop acting."
"I've been here since the moment you showed up near the palace."
"If I hadn't wanted to watch your little performance, even Chrysanthemum Pass wouldn't have gotten a chance to fight Stinghog Douluo."
Bibi Dong didn't drop her fake facade. She kept smiling.
"My dear son, what are you saying?"
"There isn't a mother in this world who doesn't want her child to have a good life."
"From the day you were born, I've never once held you. Now, with such a perfect chance… let Mommy hug you, just once, alright?"
As she spoke, Bibi Dong's lips curled upward slightly. Her voice was full of pleading, and her expression pitiful, like a mother begging her child for a shred of closeness.