Chapter 508: Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong: "Surprised? Unexpected?"
Chapter 508: Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong: "Surprised? Unexpected?"
Among the one hundred thousand people in the audience, none failed to lower their heads!
Even Ning Fengzhi bowed slightly, performing a standard Sect courtesy.
Bibi Dong walked to the Supreme Pontiff’s chair and slowly turned around.
Extremely elegant, extremely domineering, extremely dangerous.
This was the woman standing at the very top of the continental Spirit Master pyramid—Supreme Pontiff Bibi Dong!
"Greetings, Your Holiness the Supreme Pontiff—!"
Shouts like a roaring tsunami suddenly poured in from all directions.
At this moment, all the Spirit Masters belonging to Spirit Hall fell to one knee in unison like toppled dominoes.
The heavy sound of colliding armor converged into a wave, shaking the entire central Great Spirit Arena slightly.
The nobles of the two Empires reined in their usual arrogance and stood at respectful attention.
Even ones as powerful as Seven Treasure Glazed Tile SchoolSect MasterNing Fengzhi and Sword DouluoChen Xin stood up, cupped their hands in solemn stance, and lowered their heads slightly in greeting.
Among the one hundred thousand spectators in the audience, not a single person dared to sit securely on high!
Sunlight streamed down from the dome, drawing out that peerless figure exceptionally long.
Amidst the intertwining of ultimate coercion and the attention of all, no one had the heart to appreciate her peerless countenance.
In everyone’s perception, there remained only that supreme majesty towering above all living beings!
It was as if all the light between heaven and earth had been drawn dry by that Angelic Scepter, condensing upon her alone.
In the Shrek Team’s seating area, Dai Mubai’s legs were trembling faintly.
Tang San gritted his teeth hard, veins bulging on his forehead, his spine held straight.
Yet that overwhelming residual spirit power wave still pressed down heavily on his shoulders like a giant mountain, making him unable to resist an urge to prostrate himself in worship.
"Is this the ruling power of Spirit Hall...?"
Tang San clenched his fists tightly, resentment, wariness, and unwillingness welling up in the depths of his eyes.
He knew that Bibi Dong was his greatest enemy!
At the very front of the Imperial Team.
Lin Qingmo, who had originally stood with his hands in his pockets, feeling breezy and ready to watch the show, was struck as if by lightning at this moment.
His eyes suddenly widened, his pupils contracting violently!
"What the fuck?!"
Lin Qingmo cursed an extremely crude oath in his heart.
He rubbed his eyes, even suspecting whether he had hallucinated last night from exhausting himself with Xiao Wu and Ah Yin.
On the high platform, that incomparably noble Supreme Pontiff looking down upon all living beings, that cold, gorgeous, and peerless face without a single flaw...
How could it be identical to his elusive master...?
Lin Qingmo’s brain crashed in an instant.
Logic lines collided frantically in his mind.
Eastern Emperor Douluo?
Bibi Dong?
Wait a minute!
No wonder every time that woman came to teach him, she carried an indelible aura of nobility and dominance!
No wonder the cultivation resources she casually tossed to him were so abundant it was as if she had directly ransacked Spirit Hall’s national treasury!
No wonder she not only wasn’t shocked by his various whimsical ideas regarding twin spirits, but instead looked at him with eyes as deep as if she were looking at her own kind!
"Eastern Emperor..."
"Bibi Dong..."
These two names spun a circle in Lin Qingmo’s head, and he almost failed to catch his breath.
He felt his worldview had suffered an unprecedented critical blow.
Just as Lin Qingmo’s mind was violently shaken and his brain went numb,
Bibi Dong on the high platform seemed to sense his astonished gaze.
She slightly turned her head, her dark purple beautiful eyes passing over the surging heads of people and accurately landing on Lin Qingmo.
Their eyes met.
Across Bibi Dong’s originally placid, cold, and gorgeous face, a trace of extremely faint teasing imperceptibly flashed past.
That gaze clearly said: "Surprised? Unexpected?"
Lin Qingmo’s mouth twitched fiercely.
Confirming the gaze, it was indeed that master he had shared intimacies with.
"My backer turns out to be the leader of the continent’s biggest villain?"
Lin Qingmo only felt ten thousand Divine Beasts galloping across his mind.
After the shock, an indescribable, bizarre emotion rushed straight to the top of his head.
Bibi Dong quickly withdrew her gaze, her slender, fair fingers lifting gently.
With just this understatement of an action, the roaring tsunami-like shouts of battle and greeting were abruptly cut off.
The huge central Great Spirit Arena, a place where one hundred thousand people gathered, fell into a death-like silence.
This absolute control over the rhythm of the entire audience was simply suffocating.
"Very good."
Bibi Dong spoke.
Her voice was cold and melodious, yet it carried an unquestionable imperial majesty, clearly entering everyone’s ears.
"From you, I see the future hope of Douluo Continent."
"Today before the Supreme Pontiff Palace, I hope to see you display all your talents and strength."
"And to the ultimate winner, Spirit Hall will grant the greatest reward."
As her voice fell, the Angelic Scepter in Bibi Dong’s hand lightly tapped in the Void Realm.
Hum—!
Three dazzling beams of light rose from her palm, transforming into three streaks of light suspended in mid-air.
In an instant, an extremely surging spirit power fluctuation swept across the entire audience like a hurricane!
"Spirit Bone! It’s a Spirit Bone!"
"My god, a full three ten-thousand-year Spirit Bones!"
The entire audience instantly fell into unprecedented fervor and commotion.
Countless Spirit Masters had their eyes turned red, their breathing as heavy as a bellows!
However, the expressions of those Titled Douluos and Sect leaders standing in the front row changed.
"Something’s wrong!"
Ning Fengzhi’s feather fan condensed, and he blurted out: "This spirit power fluctuation... how is that possible?!"
Sword DouluoChen Xin’s originally closed eyes suddenly opened, bursting forth with two sword radiances that tore apart the Void Realm, and he said in a deep voice: "All three Spirit Bones are over fifty thousand years old!"
As soon as these words came out, the knowledgeable powerhouses around all gasped sharply!
The three Spirit Bones suspended in mid-air exuded a soul-captivating luster.
At this moment, Lin Qingmo in the Imperial Team was completely dumbfounded.
"Wait... this isn’t right?!"
Lin Qingmo’s mouth twitched wildly, the settings regarding the original work in his memory surging frantically.
In the original work, among these three Spirit Bones, only the Wisdom Skull had reached fifty thousand years.
The remaining Fiery Right Arm Bone and Swift Wind Left Leg Bone were merely a mere thirty-thousand-year quality!
According to the original trajectory, all three Spirit Bones would eventually fall into Shrek’s pockets, becoming the possessions of Ma Hongjun, Zhu Zhuqing, and Ning Rongrong!
But what is the situation now?
Three pieces!
All above fifty thousand years!
"Is this the foundation of that master of mine...?"
Lin Qingmo drew in a sharp breath.
He touched his chin, his gaze turning somewhat peculiar.
"Could this be specially prepared for me by Teacher?"
Bibi Dong on the high platform slowly sat down.
Salas, the Platinum Bishop dressed in a gold-inlaid red robe, took a step forward and crossed to the front of the stage.
He overlooked the audience from a high position.
That sinister and loud voice boomed out via the spirit tool: "The Supreme Pontiff’s decree!"
"The Continental Advanced Spirit Master Academy Elite Tournament, the first round of the finals—defender singles match, now begins!"
"Please submit the lineup lists for the three teams."
As the voice fell, the air in the entire arena tightened to the extreme.
(End of Chapter)
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