Bibi Dong stood aside, coldly observing everything unfold, a flickering light in her eyes.
Qian Daoliu had fallen by himself, even nearly stepping onto the path of a heretical soul master, the black wings and dark red eyes being the best proof.
And to prevent himself from reaching that point, Qian Daoliu had actually destroyed his own martial soul!
While his fall was halted, the consequences of his injured martial soul were evident. At level ninety-nine, he had plummeted to level ninety-five, the loss of four whole levels of soul power being akin to a severe injury.
For a soul master who had reached the Titled Douluo realm, the difficulty of advancing each level was no less than the sum of all previous cultivation breakthroughs. While breakthroughs were arduous, the increase in strength was exponential.
A level ninety-nine Titled Douluo could completely overwhelm a dozen level ninety-five Titled Douluos!
Qian Daoliu's regression in realm had also caused his strength to decline by several tiers. With the level ninety-eight soul power Bibi Dong could now wield, Qian Daoliu was no match for her.
"Now is the best opportunity to eliminate him!"
Slight traces of killing intent rose from Bibi Dong's eyes. Her right hand, gripping the scepter, tightened, and the soul power within her surged forth. Her eyes flickered, but as the killing intent reached its peak, Bibi Dong suppressed the boiling soul power around her.
"Qian Daoliu is definitely not that easy to kill!"
"He dared to inflict self-harm to his martial soul in front of me, so he must have anticipated his weakened state and prepared a way to deal with me. The guardian of the Angelic lineage would not have survived this long without some trump cards."
"Furthermore, if I kill him now, the elders in the Elder Hall will absolutely not stand idly by and may even move against me, stripping me of my position as Pope."
"My second martial soul has not yet reached perfection, and the Rakshasa God Trial is still ongoing. If I were to fall out with those six old geezers at this time, it would be unwise."
Thoughts swirled in her mind, and suppressing the killing intent, Bibi Dong sneered.
"So, the angel symbolizing light has, one day, nearly fallen into becoming a heretical soul master. This is truly unheard of!"
Qian Daoliu withdrew his martial soul back into his body and stood up, his face pale as he looked at Bibi Dong and sighed, "The evil thoughts that arose in my heart are the consequences I deserve."
"Bibi Dong, regarding that child Wang Zhong, both you and I have our own selfish motives and schemes. However, I must remind you that for those like us who are too deeply entangled with divine positions, you must act with extreme caution towards him."
"With the slightest misstep, I will be a cautionary tale!"
Simply harboring killing intent towards a child had almost caused an Extreme Douluo to turn evil. This was fundamentally impossible.
Which soul master who had grown to the Titled Douluo level had not spilled rivers of blood, nor walked upon mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Their beliefs and principles had long since become as unshakeable as stone and metal. How could they be corrupted and fall for such a reason?
There was only one explanation: Qian Daoliu, having come into too deep contact with a god, had been subjected to malice and displeasure from the supreme deity. Only the malice of a god could have led him so easily astray.
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed. Qian Daoliu's words contained a significant amount of information.
"Harboring malice towards that child will result in divine punishment?"
"Especially towards one who is a potential heir to a divine position!"
"However, such punishment likely does not exist for those who have had little or no interaction with divine positions. Gods do not cast their gaze upon mortals; only gods attract their attention."
For some inexplicable reason, a hint of jealousy rose within Bibi Dong. For a soul master to be protected by a deity during their childhood was a grace unprecedented in history.
But this jealousy came and went quickly. She actually thought highly of Wang Zhong and had even considered observing him for a while longer before taking him as a disciple.
This thought had not disappeared, and Bibi Dong was now contemplating how to achieve this with the best possible outcome.
After all, taking an outstanding disciple as a student was one thing, and taking a future deity as a student was another.
The process was crucial!
"Although I cannot interact with Wang Zhong at present, this does not mean I cannot win him over to my side."
"If we, of the Angelic lineage, receive the blessing of another deity, it will undoubtedly allow us to soar even higher."
"Moreover, if I am not mistaken, the Angelic martial soul will be attracted to Wang Zhong's martial soul! Entwined with each other!"
"It is even not impossible for them to fall in love."
Qian Daoliu stared at Bibi Dong, who appeared confident of victory, with a half-smile and uttered these words.
"What do you mean by that last sentence!"
Bibi Dong's heart suddenly tightened. Qian Daoliu's words sent a chilling sensation through her, almost freezing her.
"Just as I said. I also want to win Wang Zhong over to my side, so I've sent Xiao Xue to contact him!"
"Qian! Dao! Liu!" Bibi Dong roared. She had never been as furious as she was at this moment since she entered the room.
"What do you intend to do!"
"A god is enough for me to keep him at all costs, no matter what price I have to pay!"
Qian Daoliu said with a light chuckle, uttering a sentence that nearly made Bibi Dong explode.
"So, Qian Renxue is the price and pawn you've thrown out, isn't that right!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth so hard they almost shattered. The words were squeezed out from between her teeth.
"For the glory of the Angelic lineage, what does it matter if some things are sacrificed." Qian Daoliu said with a smile, without any hesitation.
Nine soul rings once again rose from beneath her feet. Tendrils of soul power, like spider legs, appeared behind Bibi Dong and waved menacingly towards Qian Daoliu. A terrifying distortion and ferocity appeared on her once beautiful face.
"You truly are a good grandfather! You and Qian Xunji are truly father and son!"
One person committed despicable and dirty acts to keep her in the Spirit Hall, while another, to keep someone else in the Spirit Hall, did not hesitate to use his own granddaughter as a pawn, intending to bind the other party in this way.
Qian Daoliu had schemed for Qian Renxue's future and her love, all for the sake of the Angelic lineage!
How alike! How alike!
Spikes, like fangs, materialized out of thin air and soon filled the great hall, their sharp tips pointed at Qian Daoliu. Bibi Dong's only thought was:
She wanted to make Qian Daoliu wish he were dead!!!
"I don't quite understand, where does your anger come from!"
"Xiao Xue is your daughter, but have you ever fulfilled your responsibility as a mother for even one day!"
"Don't you hate her, detest her, even wish she didn't exist in this world!"
"Since you don't love her, care for her, or cherish her, then I, her grandfather, will take your place in Xiao Xue's heart!"
"I will plan for her, even arrange everything for her future! Let her grow up happily and healthily, and you have no right to be angry with me!"
Qian Daoliu stared coldly at Bibi Dong, his tone equally chilling, as he ignored the spikes filling the space.
"A child with divine potential is worthy of being Xiao Xue's good match!"
"Moreover, that child's character is enough to earn the favor of the angels!"
With these cold remarks, the fangs and spikes in the air suddenly disappeared, and the soul rings beneath Bibi Dong's feet were instantly retracted. Her gaze filled with deep hatred, she turned and left the hall.
"Xiao Xue, this is the only thing Grandpa can do for you."
"I hope this child will become the bond that reconciles you and your mother!"
"Little one, you must make the rift in their hearts disappear! Do not disappoint me."
After Bibi Dong left, Qian Daoliu looked up, closed his eyes, and murmured to himself.
Images of Qian Renxue's tearful cries flashed before his eyes from time to time.
"Grandpa, why does Mother hate me so much! Why can't she hug me! Why don't I even have the right to call her Mother!..."
Qian Daoliu's heart ached with this cry, but he could only hold the young Qian Renxue and comfort her gently.
"Don't cry, Xiao Xue. Grandpa is here! Grandpa is here!"