"You...you dare...you dare to...at His Holiness the Pope and His Highness the Holy Maiden..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo was so angry that he trembled all over, and for a moment he couldn't find the right words to describe Tang Qing's arrogance!
This is blasphemy!
Blatant blasphemy!
The black mist surrounding Ghost Douluo surged violently, and a sinister killing intent spread uncontrollably.
If it weren't for Tang Qing's overwhelming pressure as a Limit Douluo, they probably would have already launched an attack!
Xue Qinghe, standing to the side, was completely dumbfounded.
Her mind went blank.
Tang Qing... what did you just say?
He...he wants himself?
The moment this thought arose, Qian Renxue's heartbeat suddenly went out of control, pounding wildly in her chest like a war drum, each beat making her eardrums buzz.
An indescribable heat surged from the bottom of her heart, instantly spreading throughout her body, causing two beautiful blushes to rise on her pretty cheeks.
But...
But why bring your mother along?
He wants his mother... but what's going on?
Qian Renxue's heart was in turmoil.
Complete chaos.
She looked at the man still sitting lazily in the rocking chair, her gaze incredibly complex.
There was shyness, secret joy, confusion, and a hint of anticipation that she herself hadn't even noticed?
However, just when the atmosphere in the courtyard reached its most tense point, Tang Qing suddenly chuckled.
"Oh."
"Look how scared you are."
He waved his hand casually.
"Just kidding."
He abruptly changed the subject, his tone revealing an undisguised disdain.
"How could Bibi Dong, an old woman, be worthy of me?"
The moment these words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room underwent a wonderful change.
"Pfft..."
Xue Qinghe couldn't help but laugh.
She quickly realized her mistake and hurriedly covered her mouth with her hand, but her beautiful eyes were already squinting into two crescent moons as she smiled.
Old woman!
He actually called Bibi Dong an old woman!
This compliment made her incredibly happy!
Although Bibi Dong is a woman who takes excellent care of herself and looks to be only in her early thirties, she is actually in her forties or fifties!
In front of Tang Qing, a twenty-year-old young man, calling her an "old woman" is not an exaggeration at all!
Xue Qinghe's mood instantly became incredibly joyful.
More importantly...
Tang Qing only said that Bibi Dong was not good enough for him.
Then... what about Qianrenxue?
He didn't say that Qian Renxue was not good enough for him!
Does this mean that he has a place in his heart?
This discovery made Qian Renxue feel as sweet as if she had eaten honey. The confusion and entanglement she had just experienced were instantly replaced by a huge joy.
Her gaze towards Tang Qing softened, even becoming tinged with infatuation.
In stark contrast to Xue Qinghe's ecstatic joy was Ju Douluo's face, which instantly turned a deep liver color.
"You...you're talking nonsense!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo was so angry that his voice changed tone.
"Her Holiness the Pope is absolutely stunning, the most beautiful woman on the entire continent! She is not some old woman!"
"Her Holiness the Pope is the noblest and most outstanding woman! You... how could you possibly be worthy of her!"
In his heart, Bibi Dong was a goddess-like figure, and he would not allow anyone to tarnish her.
Tang Qing said that Bibi Dong was not good enough for him, which made him feel worse than if he were killed!
"Are you done talking?"
Tang Qing glanced at him indifferently.
"Get out of here after you've said your piece."
His voice was completely devoid of any emotional fluctuation.
"Bibi Dong can't give me what I want."
Chrysanthemum Douluo felt a chill run down his spine from that look, but when he thought about his mission, he realized that if he went back in such a disgraceful manner, he would have no way to explain it to His Holiness the Pope.
He gritted his teeth and forced himself to speak.
"Blue Silver King! Do you perhaps intend to wage war against our Spirit Hall?!"
He tried to use the power of the Spirit Hall to pressure Tang Qing.
I advise you to think this through carefully!
"Our Spirit Hall has a thousand-year-old heritage and profound foundation! We command tens of thousands, even hundreds of thousands, of Spirit Masters!"
"There are more than ten experts at the Title Douluo level!"
"Moreover, our Pope and Grand Elder Qian Daoliu are both Limit Douluo of level ninety-nine!"
"To be an enemy of the Spirit Hall is to be an enemy of the entire world!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo unleashed the full power of the Spirit Hall in one go, attempting to make Tang Qing realize the seriousness of the situation.
However, Tang Qing's face remained completely expressionless after hearing this.
He simply stared at Chrysanthemum Douluo, his eyes as calm as a stagnant pool.
Tang Qing only spoke slowly when even Chrysanthemum Douluo himself sounded somewhat guilty.
Are you... threatening me?
His calm tone sent shivers down Chrysanthemum Douluo's spine.
The pressure that had already weakened suddenly intensified tenfold at this moment!
"Snap! Snap!"
The bluestone ground beneath Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo could no longer withstand the pressure and shattered inch by inch like a spider web!
"puff--"
Chrysanthemum Douluo spat out a mouthful of blood, his entire body pressed firmly to the ground, unable to even lift a finger.
Ghost Douluo was in a similarly miserable state, his bones groaning under the strain.
"No...I wouldn't dare..."
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice was squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with fear.
"Your subordinate... had absolutely no such intention!"
He's genuinely scared now.
This man's power has exceeded his comprehension.
Even though they are both Limit Douluo, His Holiness the Pope and the Grand Elder do not possess such terrifying power!
In his presence, his proud level 95 soul power seemed like a joke.
Seeing that Chrysanthemum Douluo had completely given in, Tang Qing slowly withdrew his oppressive aura.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo immediately felt a lightness on their bodies, like drowning people surfacing, panting heavily, their clothes already soaked with cold sweat.
Chrysanthemum Douluo struggled, still wanting to make one last effort.
He knew that if the mission failed, he would not be able to bear the Pope's wrath upon his return.
"Your Majesty... As the saying goes, there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests."
His voice was hoarse with fear.
"Perhaps... we can cooperate."
Upon hearing this, Tang Qing did not answer immediately.
His gaze turned to Xue Qinghe beside him once again.
The profound meaning in those eyes made Xue Qinghe's heart pound wildly once again.
After a moment, Tang Qing withdrew his gaze and spoke to the disheveled Chrysanthemum Douluo on the ground.
"Bibi Dong and I have nothing to talk about."
"If she's not satisfied, let her come at me."
"I'm available anytime."
These words completely extinguished all of Chrysanthemum Douluo's hopes.
He knew that the recruitment had completely failed.
He and Ghost Douluo exchanged a glance, both seeing the fear and helplessness in each other's eyes.
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