The moment Bibi Dong's probing divine sense brushed against Lin Feng, it did not slip into him silently as it should have.
Instead—it was like a drop of water falling into a boundless, bottomless sea named "Absolute."
Not even a ripple formed.
And then—
Bibi Dong's cold sneer froze.
Her face drained of all color.
"Pfft—!"
A mouthful of blood burst from her lips like a crimson blossom, splattering across the pristine floor.
Her body staggered as if her spirit had been ripped out; even the Pontiff's Scepter almost slipped from her trembling fingers.
How… is this possible?!
For the first time, true terror filled Bibi Dong's crimson eyes.
This was not a counterattack.
It was not even a defense.
It was simply—
absolute suppression.
A suppression on the very level of life itself.
It was like an ant straining its entire existence to shake a vast, star-filled sky.
And the result wasn't the ant being crushed by the sky's blow.
It was that—
in merely gazing upon the sky's vastness,
its tiny soul collapsed under the weight of truth.
Silence.
A suffocating, absolute silence.
Gold Crocodile Douluo's aged face froze in a grotesque twist of horror, as though he'd seen the dead rise.
Ghost Douluo and the others instinctively stepped back, their gazes no longer holding reverence for the Supreme Pontiff—
Only pity for a mortal who had angered a Divinity.
Foolish.
Your Holiness… you were truly, utterly foolish.
"Teacher!"
Hu Liena's cry shattered the dead stillness.
Her face turned ghostly pale as she rushed forward, catching the swaying Bibi Dong with trembling hands.
Her heart was in chaos:
Half terrified for her teacher—
Half terrified of her teacher…
Because her teacher had just provoked the "senior."
But amidst the panic, only one person moved.
Zhu Zhuyun.
Her soft hands, still resting on Lin Feng's shoulders, stiffened when Bibi Dong spit blood.
Then—
A wildfire of frantic ecstasy surged through her.
She had gambled—
And she won.
She won again!
In this divine domain, the mighty Pope of the Spirit Hall…
was nothing.
A fragile mortal.
A joke.
Zhu Zhuyun slowly lifted her gaze toward Bibi Dong's disheveled form, supported by Hu Liena.
Her eyes held no reverence, no fear.
Only a victor's cold, merciless condescension.
Just then, a voice—calm, indifferent, impatient—broke the tension.
"If you want to eat, order."
"If you don't want to eat, get out."
"Don't be an eyesore."
Bibi Dong's pale face flushed red with humiliation.
Get out?
He actually told her, the Pope of Spirit Hall… to get out?!
The first to react was Zhu Zhuyun.
An opportunity.
A chance to show devotion.
To show loyalty.
To show her place.
With a sharp movement—swish!—she flashed forward.
Without hesitation, she grabbed the mop from her stunned younger sister.
"You—!"
Zhu Zhuqing's protest died in her throat.
Because she saw—
Her elder sister, the ruthless, unyielding Zhu Zhuyun—
Scrubbing the Pope's blood from the floor.
With fervor.
With devotion.
With almost religious zeal.
Until the floor was spotless.
As if she were cleaning not blood…
but filth that had defiled this divine place.
Then, without looking back, Zhu Zhuyun shoved the mop back into Zhu Zhuqing's arms.
A victor's silent declaration.
And then—
Under everyone's astonished gazes…
She walked back behind Lin Feng.
Graceful.
Calm.
Unshakeable.
Her jade-like hands once again rested on his shoulders.
This time with even more reverence than before.
As if the humble maid who had scrubbed the floor was not her.
As if she had been born to stand behind this Divinity.
Finally—
Hu Liena's trembling voice dragged Bibi Dong back from the abyss.
"Teacher… please…"
Her eyes shimmered with fear and pleading.
"Just order.
Don't defy the senior again…"
Defy?
The word struck Bibi Dong harder than any blow.
Once, she was the one no one dared defy.
Now—
Her disciple used that word on her.
With great effort, she lifted her head.
Zhu Zhuyun's slight, victorious smile.
Ghost Douluo's pity.
Even Golden Crocodile Douluo's fear.
In their eyes—
her humiliation was the most natural thing in the world.
A burning, monstrous shame surged inside her.
Her nails dug into her palms.
But—
When her eyes met Lin Feng's indifferent gaze…
Her back arched instinctively.
She bowed.
She submitted.
Without a word.
Supported by Hu Liena, she took one heavy step after another toward the nearest table.
A short distance—
yet more humiliating than the path she once walked to the Pope's throne.
Each step shattered a piece of her dignity.
Each breath crushed her pride.
Finally—
She reached the table.
And collapsed into the chair—
a dull thud
echoing the shattering of her pride.
Seeing that the most valuable leek had taken a seat, Lin Feng finally turned toward Gold Crocodile Douluo and the others.
His gaze was calm.
Indifferent.
Cold.
It said:
She made her choice.
Now… what about you?
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