"Oh? Are you implying that a transformed soul beast has shamelessly infiltrated our sacred tournament grounds?"
Up on the grand papal throne, Bibi Dong looked toward Fu Ye's luxury VIP suite with an expression of immense, deeply amused interest. After all, she knew every single one of Fu Ye's deepest secrets, including the true identities of his women.
As far as actual transformed 100,000-year soul beasts went, she was well aware of two specific entities within their grand household: the soft-boned rabbit A'Wu and the Blue Silver Emperor A'Yin. However, neither of those two mature, beautifully developed women were present in the stadium today.
As for Liu Erlong and Han Ruyan, she had watched them grow and cultivate over the years; they were undeniably pure human beings.
That left only the breathtakingly beautiful young girl currently sitting tightly in Fu Ye's lap—Xiao Wu.
Tsk, this wicked man of mine truly knows how to indulge in exotic tastes, Bibi Dong thought to herself with a private, highly sensual mental smirk. Then again, in the world of soul beasts, human taboos and moral constraints don't even exist. It's actually quite alluring.
"Yes, Your Holiness! The exact person I am reporting is none other than the leading assistant and primary advisor of Tianshui Academy—Xiao Wu!"
Tang Chuan shouted hysterically, directly calling her out by name in front of the entire continent.
"Oh? If that is truly the case, then as the supreme Pope of Spirit Hall, I naturally cannot sit idly by and ignore it."
Bibi Dong's magnificent gaze locked onto Fu Ye, her exquisite face radiating a cold, suffocating papal majesty. Yet, only Fu Ye could see the profound, mocking laughter dancing deep within her beautiful eyes.
In absolute reality, Xiao Wu had only just broken through to the legendary Limit Douluo level a couple of days ago. Thanks to Fu Ye's intensely intimate, soul-merging physical "assistance" over the past forty-eight hours, her cultivation foundations had already become flawlessly anchored and stabilized within her core.
Looking down at Tang Chuan, who was currently sprawled on the stone floor like a discarded, bloody dog, Xiao Wu's expressive eyes pooled with an intensely cold, lethal layer of pure disdain. She didn't have the slightest clue how this pathetic insect had discerned her original heritage, but it didn't matter in the slightest. According to the internal hierarchy of Fu Ye's harem, Bibi Dong was technically her beloved big sister.
With an elegant, breathtakingly graceful motion, Xiao Wu stepped off the VIP balcony, her slender, perfectly proportioned legs lightly treading directly upon the empty air as she casually descended toward the center of the combat stage.
Normally, when she was wrapped around Fu Ye in private, Xiao Wu loved nothing more than to act like a clingy, adorable little bunny, constantly begging for deep kisses, tight hugs, and playful pampering. But Fu Ye had never neglected her regal training. In his arms, she was a soft, submissive pet; but the moment she stepped out into the world, she was an untouchable, peerless goddess—a supreme Limit Douluo capable of effortlessly wiping a millennial empire off the face of the continent.
"You claim that I am a hundred-thousand-year soul beast transformation?"
The very instant her delicate feet touched the stone stage, Xiao Wu's aura underwent a cataclysmic, terrifying transformation. The warm, playful girl vanished, replaced by an entity of absolute, bone-chilling frost and unyielding slaughter.
Seeing this terrifying demeanor, Tang Chuan's mind instantly went blank. In his previous life's memories, he had never once witnessed Xiao Wu possessing such an overwhelmingly dominant, queen-like majesty.
"Sister Pope, do you truly believe that I am a transformed soul beast?"
Xiao Wu lifted her head, her glossy, high-reflection brown eyes locking onto Bibi Dong. She didn't utilize any respectful titles like "Your Holiness" or "Mianxia"; she straight up addressed the master of Spirit Hall as her big sister.
Hearing the casual, intimate address, a beautiful, deeply amused curve formed on Bibi Dong's lips. Though the two women hadn't spent countless days together, a single glance was all it took for them to perfectly read each other's intentions.
"Of course, even if I truly were a hundred-thousand-year soul beast... I highly doubt a single person in this entire stadium would possess the courage to lift a finger against me."
Xiao Wu's voice was completely ice-cold, sending shivers down the spines of every master in attendance. Immediately following her words, a suffocating, bloodthirsty wave of pure spiritual energy violently erupted from her body.
Her martial soul had long since evolved under Fu Ye's nourishment, transforming from a simple Soft-Boned Rabbit into the supreme, divine Phantom Demon Rabbit.
Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!
In a spectacular display of cosmic dominance, a series of magnificent, blinding spirit rings slowly rose from beneath her feet, rotating majestically around her flawless silhouette: Yellow, Yellow, Purple, Purple, Black, Black, Red, Red, Red!
It was the most classic, pristine configuration imaginable—save for the fact that the final three rings were all legendary, world-shattering 100,000-year blood-red rings!
The very next millisecond, the absolute, crushing aura of a Rank 99 Limit Douluo exploded outward, completely filling every single square inch of the massive colosseum!
BOOM!!!
An invisible, apocalyptic shockwave violently blasted across the stage. The unconscious remnants of the Heaven Dou Imperial Team were instantly swept through the air like loose leaves. Tang Chuan, who was already heavily poisoned and injured, was violently launched backward, his spine slamming heavily into a massive, decorative marble pillar.
The brutal impact instantly shattered several more of his ribs, causing him to hack up a massive torrent of dark, frothy blood.
"You boldly claim that I am a transformed soul beast? Very well. Today, I openly admit to the entire world that I am indeed a transformed soul beast. What do you propose to do about it? Furthermore... do any of the esteemed guests present in this arena truly wish to take action against this deity?"
Xiao Wu's voice rolled through the stadium like localized thunder, her mountain-carving spiritual pressure pinning Tang Chuan flat against the stone floor, completely suffocating him. She looked down at his broken form with pure, unmitigated bloodlust.
Back during their days at Nuoding Academy, she had already found this creepy, self-righteous brat intensely repulsive. Now, the idiot had actually dared to publicly denounce her in front of the entire continent. If it weren't for the fact that millions of eyes were currently watching, she would have long since stomped his skull into a fine paste.
At this exact moment, outside of Bibi Dong, Fu Ye, and the inner circle of Tianshui, every single spectator, sect leader, and royal envoy in the stadium fell into a state of absolute, bone-deep terror. The dignity of a Limit Douluo was absolute and entirely non-negotiable! If they accidentally offended this supreme goddess, she could effortlessly slaughter every single living soul inside Spirit City within the span of a single breath!
"Tsk. It appears your so-called report was nothing more than a thoroughly fabricated, delusional piece of misinformation, Tang Chuan," Bibi Dong spoke smoothly, a layer of lethal ice pooling in her magnificent eyes. "My apologies to the crowd. This sweet younger sister of mine, Xiao Wu, is an honored guest of Spirit Hall, not some transformed beast."
Bibi Dong casually flipped the narrative, completely gaslighting the entire audience while keeping Xiao Wu's true origins perfectly shielded behind the absolute authority of her word.
"Salas. Tang Chuan has severely disrupted the sacred discipline of the arena and maliciously slandered a supreme Limit Douluo. Drag him away and lock him inside the deepest subterranean dungeon of Spirit City for a minimum of ten years as a baseline punishment."
Bibi Dong remembered perfectly well that Fu Ye had casually mentioned wanting to throw Tang Chuan into a cell so he could walk the exact same "mutilated, agonizing path" as his beloved master, Yu Xiaogang.
However, Bibi Dong was genuinely curious about one thing: how on earth had a pathetic, low-ranking Soul Ancestor like Tang Chuan managed to see through Xiao Wu's disguise? After all, with Xiao Wu currently sitting at the absolute pinnacle of Rank 99, even she, the Pope, would find it nigh-impossible to discern her soul beast origin without an explicit, close-quarters inspection.
"No! No!!! This is impossible! Bibi Dong, you wretched slut, you cannot do this to me!!!"
Hearing that he was about to be buried alive in a dark dungeon for ten entire years, Tang Chuan completely lost the last remaining fragments of his sanity, screaming like a rabid animal. Ten years! By the time he was released, Bibi Dong, Fu Ye, and these Tianshui sluts would have long since ascended to the divine realm! He refused to accept this! He could not accept this!
Yet, the moment those words left his mouth, a collective gasp echoed through the stands. Not only the random spectators, but even his own biological brother Tang San and the remaining Heaven Dou teammates stared at Tang Chuan with expressions of sheer, unadulterated disbelief.
It was bad enough that his pathetic "report" had accidentally provoked a literal Rank 99 Limit Douluo, who had graciously spared his life. But now, the brainless idiot was actually screaming the supreme Pope's personal name in public, hurling vile insults at the ruler of the continent?!
Brave! The boy was simply too unbelievably brave!
Witnessing this spectacular display of absolute stupidity, Yu Tianheng couldn't even control his own hands, silently raising a massive, deeply impressed thumbs-up behind his back toward Tang Chuan's fracturing body.
In the past, he had always been deeply bitter about Tang Chuan usurping the captaincy of the team. But today, he was thoroughly, entirely convinced. Publicly insulting a Limit Douluo and screaming the Pope's true name in front of her entire imperial army? If Bibi Dong didn't personally skin this boy alive, it would be an absolute miracle of physics.
"Heh... over the past ten years, you are unequivocally the very first piece of trash who has possessed the audacity to scream my true name to my face," Bibi Dong chuckled softly, though her voice carried the weight of a descending guillotine. "You are remarkably brave, boy. However, you will now have to personally pay the ultimate price for your magnificent bravery."
Turning her head slightly, Bibi Dong cast a freezing glance toward Platinum Bishop Salas.
"Salas. Take custody of this criminal. Handle his processing via our standard, most rigorous procedures."
"Understood, Your Holiness," Salas replied instantly, bowing his head so low it practically touched his knees, his spine trembling in absolute, reverent fear.
Within seconds, a dozen heavily armored, elite paladin guards marched onto the stage, ruthlessly grabbing the heavily bleeding, broken limbs of Tang Chuan and dragging him away across the stone tiles like a dead sack of garbage, leaving a long, smeary trail of crimson blood behind. With his departure, the morning's spectacular farce finally came to a complete, absolute end.
Tang San and the remaining members of the Heaven Dou squad exchanged a series of hollow, deeply exhausted glances, their eyes completely filled with a bitter sense of absolute helplessness.
As for the beautiful support master, Ye Lingling? She was casually scooped up into the protective, voluptuous arms of Dugu Yan. Everyone knew with absolute certainty that her future belonged solely to the Tianshui Academy harem from this day forward.
Having cleanly settled the entire matter, Xiao Wu's icy, goddess-like demeanor instantly evaporated into thin air. With a soft, light-footed leap, her slender, exquisitely flexible body flew across the distance, landing flawlessly and perfectly right back into the warm, waiting lap of Fu Ye.
Witnessing this exact, jaw-dropping transition—the terrifying, empire-shattering Rank 99 Limit Douluo instantly turning into a soft, submissive, and deeply affectionate plaything for a single man—the entire stadium of millions of people felt their brains completely short-circuit.
A collective, echoing thought blanketed the city:
Huh????