At that moment, a chillingly cold smile slowly spread across Bibi Dong's youthful yet exquisitely beautiful face.
The smile carried no warmth.
Only contempt.
She stepped forward to the very edge of the viewing platform, her figure standing tall and straight, looking down from above at the man nailed to the cross—trash still clinging to trash, stubbornly struggling within his own delusions.
As for Yu Xiaogang—
After his initial panic subsided and he realized that nothing had actually happened to him, the fear in his heart instantly evaporated.
In its place surged an even greater arrogance.
"What?" he sneered hoarsely. "No more tricks?"
"Trying to scare me with some ghostly nonsense?"
In his mind, he had already seen through Lin Feng's supposed bluff. The laughter bubbling up from his throat became more and more rampant, laced with smugness and provocation.
"I'm telling you, it's useless!"
"I, Yu Xiaogang, am upright and honorable! I fear nothing under heaven!"
His face was as shameless as a dead pig unafraid of boiling water.
Bibi Dong didn't get angry.
She didn't shout.
She didn't sneer.
She merely parted her crimson lips slightly.
"Yu Xiaogang."
Her voice wasn't loud, yet it rang with absolute clarity, penetrating every ear in the vast square like a blade cutting through silence.
"I'll ask you just one question."
"Did you approach me back then for the Spirit Hall's information?"
The moment those words fell—
The entire square exploded.
A tidal wave of uproar surged through the crowd!
No one had expected the Supreme Pontiff to throw out such a shocking question in public, without any warning.
In an instant, the matter escalated from academic plagiarism to personal betrayal.
From debunking theory—
To exposing a despicable human being.
Yu Xiaogang froze for a split second.
Then, instinctively, he prepared to burst into laughter, already forcing an expression of indignation onto his face, ready to play the role of the wronged victim.
"Bullshit—!"
But before the second word could leave his mouth—
His throat suddenly tightened.
As if an invisible hand had seized it.
His facial muscles began to twitch violently, features twisting together in grotesque spasms. Veins bulged on his forehead, his expression resembling someone constipated for three days and three nights, unable to relieve himself.
"I… I…"
He desperately wanted to say no.
But the sound that escaped his mouth made his soul quake in terror.
"Yes…"
"Yes!"
Two simple words.
Yet to Yu Xiaogang, they were like two bolts of heavenly lightning crashing straight into his skull!
His mind went completely blank.
Below the platform, the crowd went equally blank.
On the viewing platform, even Dai Tianfeng and the others widened their eyes, faces filled with disbelief, as if silently screaming—
Holy shit, his mouth just confessed on its own?!
"What—what am I saying?!"
Yu Xiaogang roared hysterically in his heart.
"Shut up! Shut up right now!"
But his mouth had already betrayed him completely.
Like a broken dam, it began spewing out his deepest, darkest, most sordid secrets—unstoppable.
"I approached you precisely for the Spirit Hall's information!"
"You were the Holy Maiden of Spirit Hall! As long as I got my hands on you, wouldn't the Spirit Hall's library—those precious ancient texts—be open for me to browse freely?!"
"I, Yu Xiaogang, with my mutated spirit, stuck at level twenty-nine my entire life—I was unwilling!"
"I wanted to rise above others! I wanted to become superior!"
"You, Bibi Dong, were my best stepping stone!"
"I never liked you at all!"
"From beginning to end, in my eyes, you were nothing but a tool!"
"A tool for copying information!"
When the final words fell—
The square plunged into a deathly silence.
So silent that one could hear breathing.
Then—
It detonated.
"What?!"
"This beast!!!"
The crowd erupted in uncontrollable fury!
"How disgusting!"
"How can such a scoundrel still have the face to live in this world?!"
"Kill him!"
"Kill this beast!"
Countless furious roars thundered together, merging into a terrifying sound wave that shook the entire square, even the surrounding buildings trembling faintly.
Some people's eyes turned blood-red with rage, veins bulging on their necks as they struggled desperately against the guards, wishing to rush up and tear Yu Xiaogang apart with their bare hands.
Others, trembling with fury, began ripping off their shoes again—
Another "trash storm" was on the verge of being unleashed.
Bibi Dong watched everything calmly.
Her expression remained utterly indifferent.
Her amethyst eyes were terrifyingly still, like the surface of a frozen lake—cold, deep, and merciless.
She spoke again, her tone as emotionless as someone examining a corpse.
"Then your so-called 'Ten Core Competencies of Spirits.'"
"Was that truly your own research?"
"Bullshit!"
Yu Xiaogang's mouth roared out the answer before his brain could even register the question!
"Research my ass!"
"That was just me piecing things together and copying them from your Spirit Hall's ancient texts!"
"I thought at the time—Spirit Hall hides all these things anyway!"
"Those stupid pigs outside don't know a damn thing!"
"If I copied a bit here and packaged it nicely, wouldn't it become my own?"
"Hah!"
"Facts proved I was right!"
"Those commoner Spirit Masters—every single one of them—were idiots!"
"They worshipped me like a god!"
"Hahahaha!"
"A bunch of fools!"
The last shred of restraint in the square snapped.
"What?!"
"He called us fools?!"
"This bastard—!"
Anger erupted again, fiercer than before.
This time, it wasn't just rage.
It was humiliation.
Betrayal.
The fury of being deceived, used, and openly mocked.
"I believed your evil lies!"
"Give me back my brother's life!"
"Kill him!"
"He must be killed!"
The roars surged endlessly, and the entire square teetered on the brink of complete riot.
Hundreds of thousands of faces twisted through shock, anger, disbelief, and numb despair.
Finally, everything condensed into a towering, suffocating hatred.
They felt like colossal jokes.
Bibi Dong continued, her voice steady and precise, as if conducting an autopsy.
"And the spirit ring absorption limit values?"
Yu Xiaogang answered without hesitation, his expression twisted into unrestrained madness.
"Also copied!"
"I saw the highest record in an ancient text was four hundred and twenty-three years!"
"So I just copied it down!"
"Who the hell knew it also depended on physical fitness?!"
"So what if a few people died?"
"For the advancement of theoretical research, sacrifices are inevitable!"
"Besides—"
His lips curled cruelly.
"It wasn't me who died."
"So what do I care?!"
"You—!"
"Beast!!!"
"I'll kill you!"
The crowd completely lost control.
Some people screamed themselves hoarse.
Others wept while cursing.
In the midst of the chaos—
"Pfft—!"
The burly man who had earlier accused Yu Xiaogang of causing his daughter's death suddenly spat out a mouthful of heart's blood.
His eyes rolled back, and he collapsed unconscious onto the ground.
The square shook with furious roars that seemed capable of tearing the heavens apart.
The revered "Grandmaster"—
Had revealed himself to be nothing more than a shameless liar who treated lives as weeds and believers as livestock.
Spirit Hall guards struggled desperately, sweat pouring down their backs as they barely managed to hold back the maddened crowd.
On the viewing platform—
Bibi Dong slowly raised her hand.
She didn't release spirit power.
She didn't shout.
She merely lifted her hand.
And yet—
As if under an invisible command, the roaring square gradually quieted.
Bit by bit.
Silence returned.
Countless gazes converged on that slender, dignified figure.
The anger in their eyes still burned—but within that anger flickered something new.
Anticipation.
They were waiting.
Waiting for judgment.
Waiting for justice.
Waiting for an answer for the innocent souls who had died.
Bibi Dong's gaze swept slowly across the square.
She saw grief.
She saw rage.
She saw despair and broken faith.
Her voice, amplified by spirit power, rang clearly in every corner.
"I understand your anger."
"I can feel your sorrow."
"But today, I did not bring him here for a simple death."
"I brought him here—"
"To make him pay the most painful price."
"In front of everyone he deceived."
"In front of everyone he harmed."
Her gaze sharpened like a blade, locking onto the trembling figure on the cross.
"Now—"
"In the name of the Pope of the Spirit Hall—"
"I announce the final judgment upon the criminal Yu Xiaogang!"
"Firstly!"
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