Douluo; Zhongli Adventures in Mortal World with Paimon

Hearing the latter part of her statement, it became clear that this Pope was no saint—she was a living demon!

Good. Excellent!

What a punishment: worse than death!

Flender and Liu Erlong exchanged a glance. Having known each other for so long, a single look was enough to understand each other's thoughts.

Exactly. Simply killing this scum would be too lenient. To make him wish for death—that was the best punishment!

As expected, being a Pope was entirely different from being mere educators. Such clarity of thought was something they could study for decades and still not achieve.

"Your Holiness, how exactly do we make this scum... wish for death?" Flender asked seriously. The most malicious punishment he could imagine was breaking Yu Xiaogang's limbs.

Liu Erlong, too, set aside her past grudge against Bibi Dong. This woman, just like her, was a victim of betrayal!

Women are often emotional beings. Once they share a common plight, it becomes easy to empathize with each other.

"We'll settle accounts one by one!"

A fierce glint flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes. She had survived the City of Slaughter and was a God of Murder. As the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, mercy was no longer in her nature.

"First, for stealing—no, plagiarizing—the Lord Martial God's knowledge, we will punish this scum according to his wishes!"

Flender and Liu Erlong had no objections to this. In fact, no one present disagreed—except Yu Xiaogang himself.

"If he enjoys plagiarizing, then cut off his hands!"

A slight smirk appeared on Bibi Dong's lips, and a hint of vengeful satisfaction gleamed in her eyes.

Like copying?

Let's see you plagiarize without your hands!

Everyone instinctively nodded in agreement—even Du Bafang found it reasonable.

The Body Sect was known for being fair and just.

Since Yu Xiaogang used his hands to plagiarize, cutting them off was entirely justified.

Seeing the crowd's response, Bibi Dong's smile grew even brighter. Out of nowhere, she produced a gleaming, ornate longsword.

At that moment, Yu Xiaogang regained consciousness.

He hadn't heard the earlier discussion, nor did he remember his own ramblings. Groggily opening his eyes, he was met with the sight of Bibi Dong holding a sharp, beautiful sword, measuring it against his arm.

"???"

Yu Xiaogang was full of confusion. What was going on?

"Bibi Dong, what are you doing?"

"I know I was wrong to deceive you, but I just wanted to improve myself!"

Yu Xiaogang thought he was dreaming, but the pain on his face quickly reminded him this was no dream!

The crowd: "Improve yourself? Seriously?"*

That's your excuse for emotional manipulation?

Yet, this was indeed Yu Xiaogang's reasoning for deceiving others!

His birth had given him advantages far greater than most. As the son of Yu Yuanzhen, his lack of talent was his greatest flaw.

If he had been content to live as a hedonistic scion, perhaps the family would have looked down on him, but he wouldn't have caused such trouble or brought shame to the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.

A life of debauchery would have still guaranteed him food and shelter.

But his mediocrity left him unwilling to accept such a fate!

"What am I doing?"

Bibi Dong replied with an expressionless face, "You guess."

"???"

Guess? Guess what?

Yu Xiaogang had resolved to stand his ground—he knew from experience that Bibi Dong respected strength, not weakness. If he backed down now, she'd only despise him further.

To deal with Bibi Dong, one had to be firm!

"Yu Xiaogang, your words are so garbled they're leaking air. Maybe save your strength for screaming later."

"What?"

Before Yu Xiaogang could process her words, Bibi Dong raised the sword and brought it down in one swift motion.

The sharp blade met his right arm and severed it cleanly, as if encountering no resistance at all.

As his arm fell to the ground, Yu Xiaogang froze. A trace of confusion and bewilderment flashed through his dazed eyes.

Bibi Dong had severed his right arm.

The next moment, the searing pain from the wound surged through Yu Xiaogang's mind like a tidal wave.

"Ahhh—!"

"Aaahhh!"

"Bi… Bibi Dong!"

"You! You actually dared to cut off my right arm!"

"You lunatic, you're just trying to—"

Before he could finish cursing her, Bibi Dong's sword swung again, this time slicing toward his left arm.

Yu Xiaogang was stunned—completely dumbfounded!

He had never imagined that Bibi Dong wouldn't stop at cutting off his right arm. She was going for the left one too!

What a cruel woman!

"No wonder she's the Pope. Cleaning up scumbags without even blinking an eye."

"Her Holiness is pitiful too. She trusted this so-called 'Grandmaster' with her whole heart in the first half of her life, only to find out it was all an elaborate lie."

"I have to admit, though, I'm a little envious of this balding guy!"

"?"

"Look at Her Holiness and that Liu Erlong!"

Hearing this, someone suddenly understood.

Right! Who wouldn't envy this balding guy? To have such incredible women as confidants, only to use them for ulterior motives… How should one describe it?

Unshakable determination?

Thinking about it this way, Yu Xiaogang truly had remarkable determination!

"His looks are nothing special. What does he have going for him?"

"Well, when he was young, Yu Xiaogang was actually pretty handsome."

This comment came from an elder.

He had seen Yu Xiaogang in his younger years.

"Men!"

After delivering two strikes to Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong's commanding voice resounded.

"Yes, Your Holiness!"

"Summon healing spirit masters to tend to Yu Xiaogang's wounds!"

"I want him to live a fate worse than death. Letting him bleed to death would be too easy!"

Her words, cold and piercing, sent chills through the hearts of all who heard them.

"Yes!"

Salas immediately complied and hurried off to find the healers.

Yu Xiaogang, writhing in pain, gnashed his teeth as he struggled to process what had just happened.

How could Bibi Dong, in defiance of her position as the Pope, chop off his arms in front of tens of thousands of spectators?

Didn't she realize that the likes of Emperor Xue Ye were also present? Wasn't she afraid of causing a political storm?

Xue Ye (inwardly): I want to kill you myself. Why would I stop Bibi Dong?

Moments later, a group of healing spirit masters arrived.

Yes, a group.

It was as if they were afraid Yu Xiaogang might die prematurely. Upon arrival, they immediately began to treat his wounds.

Although his severed arms could have been reattached with healing, they chose not to. Instead, they healed only the wounds themselves, allowing them to scab over.

Now, even if someone tried, reattaching his arms would be nearly impossible.

"Is the Lord Martial God satisfied?"

Bibi Dong turned to Zhongli with a gentle smile, her tone genuine and devoid of any sarcasm or malice.

Zhongli nodded in response, offering no further words.

Seeing this, Du Bafang glanced at Yu Xiaogang one last time before flashing back to Zhongli's side.

Since the sect leader was satisfied, this matter was considered settled.

"Now that the Lord Martial God is satisfied, let's settle the next account!"