"Ah—!"
Xue Beng screamed in terror. His legs gave out, and he collapsed onto the floor, scrambling backward like a frightened animal, his face pale with panic.
"Y-You… don't come any closer!"
What answered him was "Xue Qinghe's" clenched fist, radiating a dangerous glint.
And from the other side—
Bibi Dong's delicate fist, carrying the full fury of the Supreme Pontiff!
The mother-and-daughter tag team officially began.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
"Ahhh! Father Emperor, save me! Ow—ow—!"
Pig-like shrieks instantly echoed through Feng Ran Pavilion.
Everyone present turned their heads away.
Too miserable.
Truly too miserable.
At the other table, Emperor Xue Ye panicked. He slammed his chopsticks down, grease still clinging to the corner of his mouth, and shouted desperately at Qian Renxue.
"C-Crown Prince! Bah! Holy Maiden, Your Excellency!"
"For the sake of—of you being brothers, p-please… spare him just this once!"
Unfortunately, Qian Renxue didn't even glance at him.
While continuing to beat Xue Beng, she turned her head and pointed straight at Xue Ye's nose.
"Shut up, old man! Say another word and I'll beat you too!"
Emperor Xue Ye instantly wilted.
Seeing he couldn't persuade her, he hurriedly turned his pleading gaze toward the younger-looking purple-haired "girl," who appeared gentler and easier to reason with.
After all, young girls were usually soft-hearted… right?
"Miss—"
Before he could finish, Ning Fengzhi grabbed him firmly by the arm.
Ning Fengzhi's face was pale with horror. Leaning close, he whispered urgently, like a thief afraid of being overheard.
"Your Majesty! You must not—absolutely must not!"
"You may find it hard to believe… but that one is the current Supreme Pontiff of Spirit Hall—Bibi Dong, Your Excellency!"
"???"
Emperor Xue Ye's mind exploded with a loud buzz.
Y-You said… who?
Bibi Dong?!
Dazed, Emperor Xue Ye first looked at the 'Bibi Dong' reclining lazily in the corner, eyes closed, savoring her meal.
Then, stiffly, he turned his head—
—and met the gaze of the 'younger Bibi Dong', who had just uppercut Xue Beng and sent him flying half a meter.
Those amethyst eyes were cold, violent, and merciless.
A chill shot from Emperor Xue Ye's tailbone straight to his scalp. His back instantly broke out in goosebumps.
At that moment, he understood one thing with terrifying clarity—
Even if she weren't Bibi Dong, she was still an existence he could never afford to offend in this lifetime.
His survival instincts detonated.
He forced out a smile uglier than crying and spoke in a trembling, almost fawning whisper.
"Y-You… you've already beaten my son, s-so… so you won't beat me too, r-right?"
The instant he finished speaking, as if afraid she might change her mind, Emperor Xue Ye snapped his head away, scurried back to his seat, grabbed his chopsticks, and buried his face in his bowl.
He shoveled food into his mouth like his life depended on it.
The moment those words left his mouth—
The gazes aimed at Emperor Xue Ye throughout the restaurant became… complicated.
Ghost Leopard Douluo twitched his lips.
"Is this really the ruler of a nation?"
Devil Bear Douluo snorted loudly.
"His son's getting beaten and the father doesn't even dare to fart."
Even the ever-gentle Ning Fengzhi sighed and shook his head.
Not far away, Dai Tianfeng watched with a schadenfreude grin.
Xue Ye, Xue Ye… weren't you so impressive earlier?
Why are you such a coward now?
You've truly disgraced the imperial family.
Emperor Xue Ye felt the naked contempt all around him. His face burned in shame, but he could only grit his teeth and lower his head further, pretending he heard nothing.
The beating—overflowing with "maternal love"—lasted a full five minutes.
Fortunately, Bibi Dong and Qian Renxue still remembered Lin Feng's rules. They used no spirit power, relying purely on fists to deliver a deeply educational lesson.
When the mother and daughter finally dusted off their hands and returned to their seats, refreshed and satisfied—
A bruised, swollen Xue Beng lay on the floor, his face puffed up like a pig's head.
So swollen that even his own mother might hesitate to recognize him.
Emperor Xue Ye's heart twisted painfully.
Trembling, he stepped forward and gently helped Xue Beng up, his movements careful, as if handling fragile porcelain.
After all…
This was the only remaining heir of the Xue family.
If he were beaten into idiocy, the Heaven Dou Imperial Family would truly be finished.
"My son… h-how… how do you feel?" Emperor Xue Ye asked, his voice quivering.
Before Xue Beng could even whimper—
A mocking, gloating voice drifted over.
"Tsk tsk tsk~ Brother Xue."
Dai Tianfeng strolled over with his hands behind his back, circling Xue Beng and clicking his tongue in amazement.
"I must say, your Crown Prince's talent for courting death is no worse than my rebellious son's."
"To publicly flirt with Supreme Pontiff Your Excellency and Holy Maiden Your Excellency—what courage! What audacity!"
He gave Xue Ye a hearty thumbs-up, his smile painfully sincere.
"The future is bright. Truly promising!"
Watching Xue Ye's face turn black as the bottom of a pot, Dai Tianfeng felt his previously battered heart finally heal.
You mocked me earlier.
Now it's your son's turn to embarrass himself.
Satisfied, Dai Tianfeng turned away and respectfully cupped his hands toward Lin Feng behind the counter.
"Senior… ahem! Junior has finished his meal and wishes to draw a prize!"
All eyes in the restaurant instantly focused on him.
Everyone wanted to see what the Star Luo Emperor, who had just lost face so spectacularly, would obtain.
Lin Feng didn't even lift his eyelids. His fingertip tapped lightly against the tabletop.
A golden streak shot out, silently entering Dai Tianfeng's glabella.
"Your reward: a slight increase in spirit power."
Lin Feng's calm voice echoed through the hall.
A slight increase?
Many people showed disappointed expressions. This was the most common, most ordinary reward—nothing worth watching.
Even Dai Tianfeng himself felt a flicker of disappointment.
But the very next second—
Something felt wrong.
The spirit power within his body suddenly boiled like oil hit by a spark, surging violently out of control!
A familiar sensation—one he had longed for for countless years—came crashing down upon him.
Dai Tianfeng's face changed drastically.
Without hesitation, he sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and frantically circulated his spirit power, guiding the raging energy toward the final barrier!
Boom—!
A terrifying aura erupted from his body, far surpassing that of an ordinary Spirit Douluo.
He had broken through!
The Star Luo Emperor—who had been stuck at the peak of Rank 89 for years—had finally shattered his shackles!
He had stepped into Rank 90!
With just one more spirit ring, he would officially enter the realm countless Spirit Masters dreamed of—
Titled Douluo.
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