Tang Qing ignores the Pope, Chrysanthemum Douluo kneels!
Tang Qing's eyelids twitched, and she slowly opened her eyes.
Those were eyes as deep as the starry sky, calm and still, yet seemingly able to see through everything in the world.
"oh?"
He made a faint nasal sound.
"It seems that my 'relatives' are also planning to come to Xingluo City to join in the fun."
His tone was indifferent, as if he were talking about something trivial that had nothing to do with him.
Just then, a figure strode quickly from outside the courtyard.
"king."
Xue Qinghe approached and bowed respectfully.
"The Spirit Hall people have arrived."
A playful smile crept across Tang Qing's lips.
"They're quite fast."
He slowly sat up from the rocking chair, his gaze sweeping across the lake in front of him.
"Let them come over."
A moment later, two powerful auras appeared in the courtyard, approaching from afar.
It was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan and Ghost Douluo Gui Mei who came on Bibi Dong's orders.
Dressed in golden robes, Chrysanthemum Douluo was alluring. He glanced at Tang Qing, who was still sitting comfortably in the rocking chair, and his face showed obvious displeasure.
"Blue Silver King, aren't you being a bit too arrogant?"
His ambiguous voice echoed in the courtyard.
"Old Ghost and I have come in person on behalf of His Holiness the Pope, and you're just sitting here, making us come and wait for you?"
Tang Qing's gaze finally shifted from the lake and landed on Chrysanthemum Douluo.
His gaze was calm, yet it sent a shiver down Chrysanthemum Douluo's spine.
The next moment, Tang Qing's indifferent voice rang out, yet it carried an irresistible air of authority.
"A mere chrysanthemum dares to stand and speak to me?"
Kneel down!
The moment the words fell, an indescribable, terrifying pressure, like a flood bursting its banks, erupted from Tang Qing's body!
At that moment, the air in the entire courtyard seemed to transform into solid steel!
Space itself was violently distorted, emitting a mournful cry of unbearable strain!
The displeasure on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face froze instantly, replaced by endless horror and terror!
"This...this is...level ninety-nine! Limit Douluo!!"
He screamed, feeling as if an ancient divine mountain had crashed down on his spine.
His soul power surged wildly within him, attempting to resist, but it was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot—utterly fragile and vulnerable.
"Snap!"
With a crisp sound, the bluestone slab beneath his feet cracked inch by inch!
"Thump!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan, this level 95 Title Douluo, couldn't even put up a fight. His knees buckled and he knelt heavily on the ground!
The Ghost Douluo beside him was in no better condition.
The black mist surrounding him was instantly dispersed by this pressure, revealing a face equally filled with horror.
"How is this possible?!"
He let out a hoarse roar, trying to maintain his standing posture, but the force was like the might of heaven, and he could not resist it at all.
"Thump!"
Ghost Douluo followed closely behind, also falling to his knees in a disheveled state, his bones creaking all over.
With just a word and a glance, two renowned Title Douluos were forced to kneel on the ground without any dignity!
This scene left everyone present completely stunned.
Zhu Zhuqing was so shocked that she covered her mouth with her small hand, her beautiful eyes filled with astonishment.
She knew Wang was strong, but she never imagined he was this strong!
Xue Ke's face turned deathly pale. She looked at the man who was still sitting lazily in the rocking chair, her eyes filled with not only admiration but also a deep sense of awe.
Xue Qinghe, who was standing to the side, was even more shocked, and a huge wave of emotion surged up!
What?!
A level 99 Limit Douluo?!
Qian Renxue's heart was screaming wildly.
How is that possible!
He's only twenty years old!
It has only been a little over a month since he broke through to level 98!
How...how did he cultivate?!
This man is a monster!
A complete monster!
Tang Qing acted as if he had only done a trivial thing; he didn't even glance at the two people kneeling on the ground.
His gaze shifted to Xue Qinghe, and he asked slowly.
"What do they want with me?"
Their posture made it seem as if the two kneeling figures were not two titled Douluo, but two dogs wagging their tails and begging for mercy.
Chrysanthemum Douluo's forehead was covered in cold sweat. The oppressive feeling was so strong, almost tangible, that it made it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.
This pressure is a hundred times more terrifying than when facing His Holiness the Pope, or even when facing the Grand High Priest Sendoru!
He suppressed the trembling in his soul and answered in a trembling voice.
"It's...it's His Holiness the Pope...His Holiness the Pope wants...wants to recruit you."
After listening to Chrysanthemum Douluo's trembling report, Tang Qing suddenly smiled.
The smile was faint, yet it carried a penetrating, playful quality.
He leaned back in the rocking chair, still languid, as if the terrifying pressure that had just suppressed heaven and earth had not come from him at all.
"Bibi Dong…"
He murmured the name softly, drawing out the last syllable.
"This woman has a really strange confidence."
"Why should I submit to her?"
The sound wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of everyone in the courtyard.
Chrysanthemum Douluo, kneeling on the ground, trembled and, enduring the omnipresent oppressive feeling, raised his head.
He forced a smile that looked worse than a grimace, his voice obsequious.
"Your Majesty... what does His Holiness the Pope mean..."
"As long as you are willing to submit, you can name any conditions you wish!"
"Any conditions?"
Tang Qing raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly showing some interest.
"Excellent! Any conditions!"
Seeing the change in his expression, Chrysanthemum Douluo thought there was hope and quickly emphasized his tone.
"Wealth, status, power, beauty... whatever exists on this continent, the Spirit Hall can satisfy you!"
Tang Qing's smile deepened.
He extended a finger and gently shook it.
"I already have all these things, why should she, Bibi Dong, bestow them upon me?"
He paused, his deep gaze sweeping over the terrified faces of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, before finally settling on Xue Qinghe, who was not far away.
That gaze was meaningful.
The moment Xue Qinghe met his gaze, her heart skipped a beat.
Tang Qing's calm voice rang out again, this time with a hint of mockery.
"However..."
"Since Your Holiness the Pope is so sincere, then I will state my conditions."
Chrysanthemum Douluo perked up and quickly said, "Please speak! Please speak!"
Tang Qing's smile widened as she slowly uttered a few words.
"I want Bibi Dong, and her daughter Qian Renxue."
"...What?"
The expression on Chrysanthemum Douluo's face froze instantly.
He initially thought there was something wrong with his ears.
What does he want?
His Holiness the Pope... and Her Highness the Holy Maiden?
What... what does this mean?
"What...what did you say?!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo's voice suddenly rose, filled with shock and anger.
He suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets.
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