Chapter 855: The Pope's Majesty, the Bloody Purge...
The one who stepped forward was the Pope of the Soul Hall—Bisisi!
The clothes that had originally covered her like a mummy to conceal her identity had long since been removed, replaced by a magnificent papal robe.
The robe was a deep dark purple, with intricate gold patterns embroidered on the cuffs and hem, the patterns shimmering with a metallic sheen. A black diamond-shaped badge hung on the chest, with a blurry image of a fallen angel carved on it.
That is also the symbol of the Soul Hall.
The oppressive aura spread outwards like a rising tide, and the entire arena fell silent instantly.
Bixi looked around, her eyes cold and her face expressionless.
She walked step by step from the audience to the ring.
As she approached.
The aura of a level 95 legendary fighter was also released without reservation.
This oppressive force was not concentrated on the students watching the battle, but was precisely suppressed on the family members and the Dou Sheng from the Xiahou family who was acting as the referee.
"Ugh..." Xiao Shihao's face turned a deep purplish-red, veins bulging on his forehead. His once upright spine bent downwards repeatedly, then lifted up again in his resistance, and finally bent down again, as if he were carrying an unbearable boulder.
In the end, he knelt on the ground.
Even so, the ground continued to crack around his knee.
Bixi wasn't about to let him go, and the oppressive aura was becoming increasingly heavy.
Even breathing has become a luxury.
Xiahou Yuan wasn't as tough as Xiao Shihao, but his legs went weak the moment he recognized the person as the Pope. So the moment the pressure descended, he and Su Luyao knelt on the ground. Su Luyao was even more disheveled than him. Because her fighting spirit was of low quality, she was forced to the ground, unable to withstand the pressure.
"Your Holiness the Pope... what brings you here?"
On the arena, the Fighting Saint of the Xiahou family was pale and his lips trembled as he stared at the slowly approaching figure, at a loss for what to do.
Sissi is very beautiful, and her figure is sexy with a prominent bust and hips. However, no matter how beautiful she is, she is still a rose with thorns, and every thorn is poisonous.
"Shouldn't I have come?" Bixi sneered. "If I hadn't come, would this arena have really become your Xiahou family's backyard?"
With each step she took forward, the Fighting Saint shrank back a little.
When she finally stood before the Battle Saint, he was already pressed to the ground by terrifying pressure, his limbs outstretched, breathing violently like a fish being scorched by the blazing sun.
"Your Holiness, I was wrong... I was merely carrying out my family's orders..."
I have no choice but to obey my family's orders...
"Who gave you that life?"
Buzz—! A purple spirit ring lit up beneath Bixi's feet.
Countless blood-red vines sprouted from the ground and wrapped around the Dou Sheng of the Xiahou family. Then they slowly rose up, the blood vines covered with sharp thorns. As they gradually tightened, they pierced into the Dou Sheng's body one by one, while absorbing the Dou Sheng's Dou Qi.
Intense pain spread throughout his body, but he dared not utter a sound.
Anyone who knows a little about Sisi knows that Her Holiness the Pope hates begging for mercy the most. Begging for mercy from her will only bring more severe punishment and will only lead to a faster death.
The gradual loss of his fighting spirit and destiny made this Dou Sheng Gen of the Xiahou family dare not refuse to answer Bi Qianqian's question.
In his hazy state of consciousness, he prayed that the word "눃" would prevent him from lying in the slightest.
"Yes, it is Xiahou Yuan, the eldest son of our Xiahou family... Although he is a junior, he is the son of the clan chief, and I dare not disobey his orders..."
"Where is Feng Wuyu?" Bi Qianqian glanced coldly at Xiahou Yuan, who was kneeling on the ground trembling, and continued to interrogate him: "Where did Feng Wuyu go?"
"Feng... Feng Wuyu is alright, he's just been placed under house arrest by us..."
"How dare you!" Bixixi clenched her raised hand tightly, and the vines tightened abruptly.
This time, the Fighting Saint of the Xiahou family could no longer hold back. The excruciating pain of his internal organs being pierced caused him to let out a painful howl.
The piercing screams echoed throughout the arena, causing a chill to run through the hearts of all the students and their families.
Everyone says that the Pope is ruthless and even cruel. I used to think it was just a rumor, but now I finally have a deep understanding of it.
“Feng Wuyu is the person I specifically appointed to lead this academy competition. If you dare to touch my people now, are you going to attack my Soul Fighting Hall in the future?”
"Rather than waiting for you to attack my Soul Hall, I'd rather eliminate all of you potential threats now!"
These words were spoken with a palpable murderous intent, and Bixixi continued to raise her hand upwards.
The Fighting Saint was lifted to a higher position by the vines, and his blood flowed down the vines like a stream, spreading out on the arena.
"I'm so sorry, Your Majesty... I... I didn't... know..."
Feng Wuyu was the person who was appointed as the referee for the match by Xixi, and he really didn't know that.
Not only was he unaware of this, but none of the families present were aware of it either.
If they had known that Bi Qianqian was backing Feng Wuyu, who would have dared to attack Feng Wuyu?
Even if Xiao Shihao and Xiahou Yuan wanted to do something, they would have to do it secretly under Feng Wuyu's nose.
"Now you know you're wrong? Too late." Bixixi sneered, her hand clenching into a fist: "Die!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the slowly writhing crimson vines of the original body became agitated and began to strangle the creatures wildly.
The Battle Saint's body was instantly devoured.
Thump—!
In the end, only a head remained, smashed to the ground.
The head rolled down the arena, eventually reaching Xiahou Yuan's feet.
Xiahou Yuan stared at the unseeing, lifeless head, shuddered in fright, and felt a surge of urge to urinate, quickly wetting his crotch.
A foul odor permeated the air.
Bixi sniffed, her face turning cold.
His cold gaze slowly shifted from the corpse on the arena to Xiahou Yuan, who was slumped on the ground.
"Xiahou Yuan." Her voice wasn't loud, but it made Xiahou Yuan tremble violently, as if he had heard the call of death. "Tell me, besides you, who else was involved in this despicable act of breaking the rules of the arena? Tell me, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse."
The terrifying pressure pressed down on Xiahou Yuan's heart like a physical weight. The fear of death and the scene of the Dou Sheng being instantly annihilated completely destroyed his psychological defenses.
Tears streamed down his face. He no longer cared about his family's reputation and only wanted to seize any opportunity. He screamed, "It's the Xiao family! It's Xiao Shihao! He's the one who approached me, saying that Li Qingran was a threat and that we should join forces to cripple her in the arena! It was all his doing! Your Holiness the Pope, please see the truth!"
Hearing this, Xiao Shihao, who was kneeling to the side desperately resisting the oppressive force, suddenly raised his head, his face drained of color, and retorted sharply: "Xiahou Yuan! You're spouting nonsense! It was clearly you who, in order to please that bitch Su Luyao, disregarded the rules and wanted to take revenge on Li Qingran, what does that have to do with me?!"
He must distance himself from the situation, otherwise the Xiao family will also suffer.
"I'm spouting nonsense?" At this moment, Xiahou Yuan didn't care about anything else in order to save his life.
He struggled to pull a palm-sized metal disc from his pocket, which shimmered with a faint, trembling light, and raised it high above his head with trembling hands. "Your Holiness! I have evidence!"
This is a recording device; it contains a conversation between Xiao Shih-hao and me, in which we conspired together!
He promised that once the matter was settled, the Xiao family would concede a share of the mining resources outside the city to my Xiahou family!
With a wave of her hand, Bixixi sent the sound recording device flying into her hand.
With a flick of her fingertips, a clear conversation was immediately played – it was Xiao Shihao's cold and calculating voice, discussing with Xiahou Yuan how to exploit loopholes in the rules, how to exhaust Li Qingran's soul through a series of battles, and finally, how Xiao Shihao himself would personally go on stage to severely injure him.
After the dialogue finished playing, the entire room fell silent.
Xiao Shihao froze on the spot, his face turning from white to green, then from green to purple. He pointed at Xiahou Yuan, trembling with rage. Finally, he could no longer maintain the composure of a young nobleman and burst into a tirade: "Xiahou Yuan! You despicable and shameless scoundrel! How dare you scheme against me?! I'll fuck you..."
"Enough!" Bixi shouted coldly.
She looked at the two sons of noble families below the stage, who were behaving so disgracefully, and all she could see in her eyes was disgust.
These two great families only produced two good-for-nothings?
Then the future of these two families will be just like that.
She slowly raised her hand, and dark purple fighting spirit condensed in her palm, emanating a heart-palpitating aura. "As direct descendants of a noble family, instead of striving for progress, they colluded to break the rules set by the Soul Fighting Hall and plotted to harm the Heavenly Soul Students within the hall. Their hearts are despicable, and their actions deserve to be condemned!"
Before she could finish speaking, she flicked her finger.
Two condensed, almost tangible, dark purple streams of light, like venomous snakes emerging from their holes, instantly pierced into the lower abdomens of Xiahou Yuan and Xiao Shihao.
"puff--!"
Both of them coughed up a mouthful of blood at the same time, their bodies convulsed violently, their faces instantly drained of all color, and their eyes were filled with despair.
They could clearly feel that the source of their battle, which they had cultivated for many years, was rapidly collapsing and dissipating.
The very foundation that sustained their power and status was utterly destroyed by Sisi's seemingly casual blow.
Dou Zhi was deposed.
From then on, they were two useless people who were even worse than ordinary people.
Under the immense shock and excruciating pain, the two barely managed to utter a few cries before their eyes rolled back and they fainted.
Bi Xixi didn't even bother to look at them again. Her gaze swept over the two families' entourage members in the audience, who were already pale with fright. Her voice was icy cold: "Take these two pieces of trash back and tell Xiahou Jie and Xiao Tianding to release Feng Wuyu immediately."
Also, make them come to the Soul Hall in person before nightfall to report this matter to Lord!
If you are late... you will be responsible for the consequences!
The attendants, as if granted a pardon, scrambled forward, lifted the unconscious Xiahou Yuan and Xiao Shihao, and fled the arena in a panic, not daring to utter a single word.
After dealing with this matter, Bi Qianqian glanced discreetly at Li Qingran, the white-clad woman who remained standing still on the arena.
She then turned to face the entire arena, resuming her supreme papal authority, her voice resounding throughout the entire stadium:
"The troublemaker has been eliminated. The arena battle now continues!"
I, on behalf of the Soul Hall, will temporarily assume the role of referee to ensure a fair competition!
The entire venue fell silent for a moment, then erupted in deafening cheers and applause.
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