Bibi Dong was somewhat surprised by Tang San's sudden appearance, but she was not afraid. She pursed her red lips, revealing an elegant and cold smile, and said:
"Tang San, I was just about to go look for you. I never thought you would dare to come to me on your own initiative... It seems you don't know that I, too, have already broken through the hundredth level of spirit power. Now, I won't be afraid of your magical skills anymore..."
Bibi Dong's voice was filled with confidence and majesty.Swaying gently, the golden patterns on the armor sparkled brightly under the light, making it look particularly charming.
Tang San looked at Bibi Dong's condescending look, but an inexplicable impulse surged in his heart. His eyes were on her slender figure.He paused for a moment at her mature figure, a wicked smile on his lips, and thought to himself, "Bibi Dong, I didn't realize it before, this woman still has some charm. So, I, Tang San, will make you call me husband a few times tonight."
Tang San thought evilly in his heart, but his face remained calm. He gripped the Seagod Trident tightly and said:
"Bibi Dong, I'm not here to fight you. I have something to say to you alone—could you please ask your people to step aside for a moment?"
Bibi Dong's pretty face was startled, a trace of surprise flashing across her originally delicate features. She carefully looked at Tang San and suddenly felt that there was something strange in his eyes - there seemed to be a different kind of emotion hidden in them, which made her feel an inexplicable unease.
Then, she couldn't help but say, "Tang San, now that the war has begun, you and I each serve our respective masters, and our positions are clear. What else is there to discuss between you and me?"
Bibi Dong's voice was still filled with her usual dignity and indifference. She sat upright on the Pope's throne, her gorgeous yellow armor making subtle noises as she moved.
Tang San smiled mysteriously, his lips curling up slightly in a confident and charming smile. He gently waved the Seagod Trident in his hand, its brilliant golden light even more dazzling. He said, "Of course we have something to discuss... You should ask these outsiders to withdraw. After all, I have become a god, and their presence or absence will not affect our battle."
Looking at Tang San's sinister and ambiguous eyes, Bibi Dong's strange feeling grew stronger. She frowned slightly, a hint of vigilance flashing in her eyes. At this moment, her golden eyes flickered with light, as if she was pondering Tang San's intentions.
Her noble and cold face had a complicated expression, with doubts about Tang San's sudden change of attitude and worries about the unknown situation.Subconsciously, she folded them lightly, her hands unconsciously grasping the armrests of the throne. The gorgeous armor on her body seemed to feel her nervousness and trembled slightly.
Bibi Dong thought about it, and after weighing the pros and cons, she felt that since Tang San dared to break into the Pope's Palace alone, he must be fearless; moreover, she was also full of curiosity about what Tang San wanted to say.
So, she waved her hand lightly and said in a cold voice, "Everyone, leave."
When Ghost Douluo, Chrysanthemum Douluo and the priests around him heard the order, although they were filled with worry and confusion, they still retreated respectfully.
The atmosphere in the hall became more solemn and quiet as everyone left.
Bibi Dong's gaze fell on Tang San again, and she said coldly, "Well, now it's just you and me, Tang San. What exactly do you want to tell me? Are you planning to betray the Heaven Dou Empire?"
Tang San smiled mysteriously, his eyes first fell on Bibi Dong's slenderThe graceful legs looked even more charming against the backdrop of the gorgeous armor. Then, he slowly raised his head and looked at Bibi Dong's noble and cold face, his eyes full of ambiguity, and said, "Of course not. I came here just to... have a good time with you, my Dong'er."
His voice became exceptionally gentle, as if every word was filled with boundless emotion. The term "Dong'er" carried a certain intimacy, filling the empty papal chamber with a hint of ambiguity.
"What did you say?" Hearing the word "Dong'er," Bibi Dong's expression changed instantly. A flash of shock and anger flashed across her beautiful eyes, and then she suddenly unleashed the power of the Purple Rakshasa. The purple light surged from her like a surging tide, instantly enveloping the entire Pope's Palace.
Bibi Dong tightly grasped the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand. The demon scythe also shone with a strange purple light, echoing with the Rakshasa power in her body. Her delicate body trembled slightly, obviously angered by Tang San's sudden address.
Tang San wasn't afraid. He met Bibi Dong's angry gaze, his eyes still burning. He took a small step forward, looked Bibi Dong in the eye, and continued, "It's been a while since anyone called you that, Dong'er."
His voice was still gentle, as if trying to touch the softest part of Bibi Dong's heart.
"Shut up right there, Tang San!" Bibi Dong's eyes flashed with flames of anger, and she swung the magic sickle fiercely - the purple light on the Rakshasa magic sickle became brighter, as if to burn the surrounding air.
She pushed her foot hard, and rushed towards Tang San like a flash of purple lightning, so fast that people had almost no time to react. A hissing sound was heard in the air, which was the sharp whistling sound of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe cutting through the air.