These words, like a bolt from the blue, instantly resounded throughout the hall.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
Hu Liena was dumbfounded.
Even Qian Renxue looked surprised.
Qianyu completely ignored everyone's reactions and continued:
"Strip you of all papal rights and all the privileges that come with being pope."
"The papacy shall be passed on to Xue'er immediately."
Dead silence.
The entire hall fell into a deathly silence.
A moment later, Bibi Dong suddenly realized what was happening.
A violent surge of soul power erupted from her body, her phoenix eyes wide open, filled with disbelief and rage.
"Qianyu! What did you say?!"
"You want to strip me of my papacy?"
Bibi Dong laughed in anger, slamming her scepter heavily on the ground.
"What right do you have?!"
"This Spirit Hall isn't entirely under your control!"
"I have devoted myself to the Spirit Hall for so many years, developing and expanding it to its current state, and you want to dismiss me with just a word?"
"That's a joke!"
Bibi Dong's anger was justified.
She devoted so much effort and endured so much humiliation to this position and to control the Spirit Hall.
Now that her ambition is about to be realized, Qianyu actually wants to kick her aside?
However, Qianyu simply watched her rage silently, her face devoid of any extra expression.
At this moment, Qian Renxue, who was standing to the side, was the first to come to her senses.
Looking at her father's tall figure, she felt an indescribable joy welling up inside her.
Her father is paving the way for her!
This means handing the entire Spirit Hall over to her!
"Father is right!"
Qian Renxue stood beside Qian Yu without hesitation, looking at Bibi Dong with a defiant gaze.
"This position originally belonged to the Qian family."
"You are just an outsider, and it is already a favor from Father to have you sit here for so long."
Just as Bibi Dong was about to unleash her attack again.
Qian Daoliu, who had been silent all along, suddenly spoke.
The Grand Elder of the Spirit Hall had a solemn expression and a loud voice:
"I hereby declare that Qian Yu has become the new leader of the Spirit Hall."
"His words are the highest decree of the Spirit Hall."
As Qian Daoliu finished speaking, the surrounding retainers and elders also expressed their opinions.
Lingyuan Douluo bowed and said, "Your subordinate agrees! Lord Qianyu's strength and insight have been proven in this Golden Ranking, especially the first and second place on the Martial Soul Ranking, which is enough to prove that you are qualified to lead the Martial Soul Hall!"
Golden Crocodile Douluo also said in a deep voice, "I second that. The Spirit Hall needs a stronger leader, and Qian Yu is undoubtedly worthy of it."
Qian Yu successfully became the new leader of the Spirit Hall, and at this moment, the overall situation was settled.
Bibi Dong looked around at the elders and retainers who had once been respectful to her but were now all siding with Qian Yu, and she trembled with anger.
"Very good! Very good!"
Bibi Dong pointed at the crowd, her voice shrill.
Do you even respect me as the Pope?
"Such a major matter as replacing the Pope, shouldn't you ask for my opinion first?"
"I absolutely disagree with this!"
Bibi Dong was furious.
This means that Qianyu not only seized power from her, but also completely sidelined her, turning her into a joke.
The authority she had painstakingly built up vanished in an instant.
Qianyu frowned slightly as she looked at the hysterical Bibi Dong, a hint of impatience flashing in her eyes.
"Your opinion?"
Qianyu gave a cold laugh.
"You have no right to offer opinions here."
"Bibidon, from this day forward, you are no longer the Pope."
"Now, let's hand over the reins to Xue'er."
Qianyu's words left no room for negotiation.
Qian Renxue could no longer contain her excitement. She stepped towards Bibi Dong and extended her hand.
"Give it to me, Your Holiness the Pope."
"Oh no, the former pope."
The word "ex" was like a knife, stabbing Bibi Dong's heart.
Looking at Qian Renxue's smug face, she felt dizzy and disoriented, realizing that all her efforts had been in vain.
"I won't give it to you!"
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, desperately protecting the crown on her head, her eyes filled with stubbornness and madness.
"This is mine!"
Hu Liena, who was standing to the side, finally couldn't hold back anymore.
She rushed forward, spreading her arms to block Bibi Dong's path, and shouted:
You can't do this!
"My master is the Pope of the Spirit Hall. Over the years, she has devoted herself to the Spirit Hall and made great contributions!"
"You're crossing the river and then burning the bridge! You're using the millstone and then discarding the donkey!"
"Why should a single sentence negate all of a teacher's achievements?"
Hu Liena's eyes were filled with tears, and her voice was shrill.
She couldn't understand why the usually kind and gentle servants, and the unfathomable Chiyu, would suddenly be so heartless towards their teacher.
However, her protests appeared weak and powerless in the face of absolute power.
Bibi Dong looked at her disciple who was standing in front of her. Although she felt a little touched, she was mostly angry at being deprived of her power.
Her chest trembled violently as she stared intently at Qian Yu, demanding:
"Qianyu, do you really have to be this ruthless?"
"Aren't you afraid that the Spirit Hall will fall apart because of this?"
Qianyu looked at the master and disciple, her impatience reaching its peak.
He didn't waste any more words.
They were too lazy to even explain.
Qianyu stepped forward directly.
In that instant, Bibi Dong felt as if the space around her had completely frozen.
She tried to mobilize the Rakshasa power within her to resist, but found that she couldn't even move a finger under that terrifying pressure.
"What I want to take back, no one can keep."
Qianyu walked up to Bibi Dong and slowly extended her hand.
Bibi Dong watched helplessly as that hand reached towards her head.
She wanted to scream, to struggle, to use any means necessary to die together with others.
But it didn't work.
In front of Qianyu, her proud demigod strength was as fragile as an infant.
Qianyu's palm touched the purple-gold papal crown.
That was a symbol of power, a glory that Bibi Dong regarded as her life.
Qianyu showed no pity and simply plucked it off.
Immediately afterwards, he forcibly pried open Bibi Dong's tightly clenched fingers and snatched the papal scepter inlaid with countless jewels.
Throughout the entire process, Bibi Dong was like a puppet whose soul had been taken away, and could only be manipulated at will.
Holding these two items that symbolized the highest power of the Spirit Hall, Qian Yu turned and walked back to Qian Renxue's side.
He gently placed the crown on Qian Renxue's head and then handed her the scepter.
"Xue'er, take this."
"From this moment forward, you are the new Pope of the Spirit Hall."
Qian Renxue felt the weight on her head, gripped the scepter tightly, and a bright smile bloomed on her face.
"Thank you, Father!"
"Xue'er will definitely not let you down!"
This scene of filial piety and parental love was so jarring and ironic to Bibi Dong.
She was both angry and anxious, and tears welled up in her eyes.
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