Rumble—!
A tremendous roar suddenly erupted, like thunder from the heavens, causing the entire restaurant to tremble slightly.
Before Bibi Dong and Hu Liena could react to what was happening, they were horrified to find that the space above them seemed to have cracked open with a huge gap.
Immediately afterwards.
Endless, turbid waves, with their mighty and unparalleled momentum, actually poured down from the sky!
That wasn't just an ordinary manifestation of soul power; it was a colossal wave that seemed to actually exist.
"Flowing to the sea, never to return!"
Li Bai's second line of poetry came to an end.
The vast Yellow River instantly transformed into a roaring, furious dragon, surging straight towards the location of Bibi Dong and Hu Liena with overwhelming force.
"What?!"
Chen Xin, who was sitting opposite Li Bai, suddenly stood up and crushed the wine cup in his hand into powder.
"This is... the power of heaven and earth?"
"Words become law?"
Chen Xin was greatly alarmed. This method of invoking strange phenomena in the heavens and earth was completely beyond his understanding of soul skills.
Bibi Dong, who was the first to be affected, had a drastic change in expression.
The terrifying pressure that rushed towards her caused the Rakshasa divine power within her body to tremble wildly, issuing a warning.
She never expected that her sincere efforts would be met with such a devastating blow.
"Li Jianxian! It's me!"
Bibi Dong circulated her soul power to resist the immense force while anxiously shouting.
"I am Bibi Dong! Bibi Dong, the Pope of the Spirit Hall!"
"We've worked together before, have you forgotten?"
She was puzzled; she was confused.
Although Miaoyinfang and Wuhun Hall were not exactly close, they did have business dealings, and Li Bai always treated her with courtesy.
Why did you attack me without saying a word when we met today?
However, Li Bai still did not turn back.
He simply waved his sleeve lightly, his tone as indifferent as if he were shooing away a fly.
"Leave the restaurant."
Just four simple words.
Yet it is like a divine law.
boom!
The Yellow River's waters accelerated instantly, and its immense thrust increased several times over.
Bibi Dong felt a tightness in her chest, and the injury she had just suppressed almost relapsed.
She knew that if the floodwaters didn't recede, they would mercilessly crush her.
"Walk!"
Bibi Dong gritted her teeth, grabbed the terrified Hu Liena, and retreated rapidly.
The two looked extremely disheveled, as they were "sent" out of the Qinglian Restaurant by the current of water, and only after they retreated to the middle of the street did the strange phenomenon slowly dissipate.
Whoosh—!
The civilians and soul masters who were already watching on the street were immediately in an uproar when they saw this scene.
"That's... His Holiness the Pope?"
"My God, the Pope of the Spirit Hall was actually kicked out of a restaurant?"
"Who is that man in white? He's incredibly strong!"
Countless gazes were focused on Bibi Dong, some filled with curiosity, some with shock, and others with a hint of schadenfreude.
Bibi Dong stood in the middle of the street, feeling a burning pain on her face.
As the Pope of the Spirit Hall, when had she ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?
In full view of everyone, they were kicked out as if they had been swept out of the house.
She gripped the scepter tightly in her hand, her knuckles turning white, and her lips almost bleeding from being bitten.
She abruptly looked up at the figure still drinking on the second floor, her voice filled with barely suppressed anger:
"Li Bai! What do you mean by this?"
"I, Bibi Dong, have never offended you, so why do you humiliate me like this?"
Chen Xin was also standing by the window, looking down at Bibi Dong, then at Li Bai, her eyes full of doubt.
This is the Pope of the Spirit Hall! How can you be so disrespectful?
Faced with Bibi Dong's questioning.
Li Bai finally put down his wine cup.
His voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly throughout the entire street and reached everyone's ears.
"Bibidon, you are not allowed to enter."
Bibi Dong was so angry that she trembled all over, her chest heaving violently.
Give me a reason!
Li Bai turned his head, and for the first time, a ripple appeared in his deep eyes.
But it was only a hint of indifference.
"Bibi Dong, you've crossed the line with our Dean."
"Step down."
Upon hearing this, the entire room fell silent.
Bibi Dong was stunned.
Chen Xin was also stunned.
Dean?
What dean?
Bibi Dong was completely bewildered, her face filled with astonishment and confusion.
"Dean? Aren't you the head of the Wonderful Sound Pavilion?"
"Who else in this world could be your dean?"
Li Bai is already a peerless powerhouse ranked seventh on the Martial Soul Ranking, with unfathomable strength, and he also possesses twin god-level martial souls.
Such a person should have been a regional overlord, or even founded a sect and become a revered ancestor.
How could I possibly submit to someone else?
Moreover, judging from Li Bai's tone, he held that so-called "dean" in extremely high esteem, to the point that he was even refused entry to the door because he had offended the "dean."
This is simply unbelievable!
"Li Bai, are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Bibi Dong was still trying to argue.
"I've been dealing with sect affairs these past few days, how could I have seen any dean?"
But Li Bai had already stopped paying attention to her.
The curtains by the window were drawn down by an invisible force, blocking all view.
Only a single, fleeting word remains, echoing in the wind:
"Further words are pointless, please leave."
Bibi Dong stood there, her face turning pale and then flushed, eventually settling into a deep gloom.
"Dean..."
She pondered those two words repeatedly in her mind, a hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.
It could make someone like Li Bai bow down and submit.
Just how terrifying must the power of that mysterious "dean" be?
...
Deep within the imperial palace of the Tang Dynasty.
Inside an extremely luxurious palace.
Sunlight filtered through the pale gold gauze curtains, spilling onto the large, soft dragon bed.
Qianyu felt a splitting headache, as if she had been hit hard on the head with a club.
He groggily opened his eyes, and what came into view was that familiar bright yellow curtain.
And the unique, elegant scent in the air, a blend of ambergris and some precious floral fragrance.
This is not his room.
Qianyu was startled and instinctively tried to get up.
However, an arm as delicate as white jade lay across his chest, carrying a languid weight.
He turned his head.
The usually majestic and decisive Empress Wu Zetian of the Tang Dynasty was now lying unsuspecting beside him.
Her long, flowing hair was casually scattered on the pillow, her beautiful face still flushed, and a satisfied and serene smile played on her lips.
The most critical thing is...
The imperial robes that should have been worn neatly were nowhere to be found.
Beneath the brocade quilt, large swathes of snow-white skin were faintly visible.
Especially her long, shapely legs, which were now brazenly draped over his legs, and a delicate, warm sensation came from where their skin touched.
"broken..."
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