Inside the main hall, the atmosphere became strange because of Ning Liu's earth-shattering words.
For a moment, Bibi Dong even doubted whether she had misheard.
Having been in charge of the Spirit Hall for many years, she had heard countless flatteries and seen too many ambitious people.
But no one had ever dared to speak so frankly and boldly before her, to break through the thin veil of secrecy and point directly to the ultimate ownership of power on the mainland.
What's more, the one who said this was such a young man who had just founded a new sect.
What gives him the right?
How dare he?
Bibi Dong stared intently at Ning Liu.
There was no flattery or probing in those eyes, only a certainty, a knowing look as if they had already seen through everything.
Seeing that Bibi Dong remained silent, Ning Liu's smile deepened.
"Hahaha!"
"This wine is offered to Your Majesty!"
Ning Liu tilted his head back and drank the wine in his glass in one gulp, his movements graceful and decisive.
"presumptuous!"
Salas, who was standing to the side, could no longer contain himself. His face turned red and the veins on his forehead bulged.
He pointed at Ning Liu, his voice trembling with anger.
"Ning Liu! How dare you!"
"Our Spirit Hall has always upheld justice and dedicated itself to maintaining order and balance in the Spirit Master world. How could we have ever harbored the ambition to covet worldly power as you claim!"
Salas took a step forward, his spittle almost hitting Ning Liu's face.
"Your words are clearly meant to bewitch people and sow discord!"
"If this gets out, how will the world view the Spirit Hall? How will they view His Holiness the Pope?"
"You are trying to put the Spirit Hall in a position of injustice and to plunge His Holiness the Pope into a state of utter misery!"
Salas became more and more agitated as he spoke, as if Ning Liu had committed an unforgivable and heinous crime!
However, before he could finish speaking...
"snort!"
A cold snort came from behind, carrying a chilling aura.
A cold glint flashed in Dugu Bo's emerald eyes, and a powerful surge of soul force, like an invisible giant wave, suddenly swept towards Salas.
Salas felt an overwhelming force, like Mount Tai pressing down on him, and his breath caught in his throat.
The color drained from his face instantly, turning him pale, and he nearly lost his balance.
"You have no right to interrupt when His Majesty is conversing with His Holiness the Pope!"
Dugu Bo's voice was icy.
Salas's face turned pale and then red, and his back was soaked with cold sweat.
"hehe......"
Bibi Dong's cool voice rang out, neither hurried nor slow.
With a gentle wave of her hand, a wave of soul power, both soft and powerful, rippled out, silently neutralizing the soul power pressure that Dugu Bo had placed on Salas.
Salas, feeling as if he had been granted a pardon, gasped for breath, his eyes filled with gratitude as he looked at Bibi Dong.
"Your Majesty, the Poison Douluo, you certainly have a big temper."
Bibi Dong glanced at Dugu Bo, her tone indifferent.
Dugu Bo sensed Bibi Dong's strength, and a hint of fear flashed in his emerald eyes, but he still stood behind Ning Liu, not giving an inch.
Bibi Dong stopped looking at Dugu Bo and instead gestured for Salas to step aside.
Salas felt as if he had been granted a pardon, and quickly bowed and withdrew, not daring to say another word.
Inside the main hall, the previous tranquility was restored, but the atmosphere remained tense.
Bibi Dong's gaze returned to Ning Liu.
Just who is Ning Liu?
What exactly did he mean by what he just said?
Could it be... that he saw through my plan?
The moment the thought arose, Bibi Dong quickly nipped it in the bud.
impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
He had been planning this for years, proceeding cautiously at every step and meticulously concealing every detail. At this stage, apart from a few close confidants, no outsider could possibly know a thing or two.
Perhaps he was just testing me?
Using such shocking remarks to test one's bottom line and true thoughts?
Bibi Dong's mind raced, but her face remained calm as she slowly spoke.
"Sect Leader Ning's previous words were an overstatement."
"I take charge of the Spirit Hall only for the future of the Spirit Master world, and I have no intention of subverting the continent's order as Sect Master Ning claims."
She skillfully avoided Ning Liu's compliment and then steered the conversation in another direction.
"However, I am somewhat curious."
"Since Sect Master Ning has such a profound understanding of the situation on this continent, why did he establish this Glazed Heaven?"
"Could it be that Sect Master Ning also wants a share of the pie in this ever-changing continent?"
What a brilliant Bibi Dong!
Ning Liu secretly praised him.
With just a few words, the ball was kicked back to their own side, and they were turned around and questioned about their own intentions.
Ning Liu shook his head, a perfectly measured hint of helplessness on his face.
"Your Holiness is joking."
"What virtue or ability does Ning Liu possess to dare to harbor such ambitions?"
"The establishment of Liuli Heaven was merely a coincidence; I accidentally obtained some inheritance from a relic."
He explained it casually.
"I thought that the lineage should not be cut off, so I dared to establish a sect, just to seek a lineage and protect my disciples so that they can cultivate in peace. It is not as complicated as Your Majesty thinks."
His words were half true and half false.
Bibi Dong listened to these words, her purple eyes revealing no emotion.
She didn't believe Ning Liu's words, but she didn't press him further.
Ning Liu paused, then changed the subject, turning his gaze back to Bibi Dong.
"Of course, Ning Liu has no such ambitions as to dominate the world."
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