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Upon hearing Lin Yongming's words, Bibi Dong didn't respond verbally but immediately adjusted her course toward the Star Dou Great Forest.
"Ling Yuan, intercept them! Under no circumstances can they enter the Star Dou Great Forest. I'll deal with Lin Yongming," Qian Xunji urgently ordered Spirit Vulture Douluo who stood nearby.
Spirit Vulture Douluo nodded and immediately pursued Bibi Dong and the others.
Originally, Lin Yongming moved to block Spirit Vulture's advance, but Qian Xunji intercepted him and launched an attack.
"Angel's Assault!"
Faced with Qian Xunji's strike, Lin Yongming had no choice but to counter, raising his arm to block.
Though Spirit Vulture was only a 91st-ranked Title Douluo, she was still a Title Douluo—far faster than Bibi Dong.
Within minutes, Spirit Vulture Douluo closed the distance to less than a hundred meters from Bibi Dong.
"Eighth Spirit Skill: Boiling Blood!"
Seizing the opportunity, Spirit Vulture unleashed her skill. Countless flaming feathers ignited midair, forming a blazing curtain that blocked Bibi Dong's path.
Confronted by the towering wall of fire, Bibi Dong had no choice but to halt her flight, landing before the flames.
"Saintess, surrender. At your current strength, you cannot escape my grasp. Leave her behind, and His Holiness the Pope will not hold you accountable," Spirit Vulture said calmly as she approached, stopping just ten meters away.
"Sister Ling Yuan, you know my nature. Lan Yin is my sister—I cannot abandon her. So, for the sake of the bond we've shared, the guidance you've given me in cultivation... please, let us go. I will never forget this kindness," Bibi Dong pleaded.
"Saintess, you know the Pope's will cannot be defied. Even if I wished to let you go, I dare not."
"Moreover, you are the Spirit Hall's Saintess, while she is merely a 100,000-year soul beast in human form. She is not truly your sister. You must understand the stakes—the greater good."
A flicker of reluctance passed through Spirit Vulture's eyes, but she knew letting Lan Yin escape was impossible. She could only try to reason with Bibi Dong.
"No. If we leave, we leave together!" Bibi Dong's spirit power erupted as she channeled energy into her Six-Winged Purple Light Wings, turning to flee in another direction.
Spirit Vulture shook her head helplessly.
"Sigh... The gap between our spirit power is too vast. You are the Spirit Hall's Saintess—why throw away your future for a mere soul beast?"
"Third Spirit Skill: Flame Shackles!"
Naturally, Spirit Vulture could not allow Bibi Dong to escape. Flaming feathers shot from her hands, wrapping around the two and binding them in place.
"Come down."
Spotting the Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others below, Spirit Vulture dragged the restrained duo to the ground.
Lin Yongming noticed the situation. With a burst of lightning, he repelled Qian Xunji and rushed toward the two women.
"Thunder Slash!"
A blade of lightning forced Spirit Vulture back several steps.
"A'Yin, Dong'er, are you alright?" Lin Yongming shattered the Flame Shackles, looking at them with concern.
"For now, yes. But..." Bibi Dong's gaze shifted to the approaching enemies.
The Chrysanthemum Douluo and the others soon surrounded Lin Yongming's group.
Seven Title Douluos.
The situation was dire.
"You have nowhere left to run. Surround them!" Qian Xunji descended, hovering in the air above the trio, looking down imperiously.
"Surrender now, and I may yet show mercy."
Though puzzled, the other elders obeyed Qian Xunji's command, swiftly encircling Lin Yongming's group from all sides.
"Your Holiness, forgive my impertinence, but why are we going to such lengths to pursue Lin Yongming and the others?" The Chrysanthemum Douluo, the most senior among the elders, voiced his confusion.
"Do you think I do not value talent? But do you know—this 'Lan Yin' is a 100,000-year soul beast in human form?" Qian Xunji pointed his Angelic Holy Sword at Lan Yin, his voice icy.
"What?! A 100,000-year soul beast?!"
Shocked, the elders scrutinized Lan Yin. During the chase, they had not sensed her aura clearly. Now, under Qian Xunji's words, they detected the faint trace of soul beast energy emanating from her—likely due to her pregnancy.
"This aura... She truly is a 100,000-year soul beast." The Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had once vowed to be Lan Yin's protector, now found himself conflicted.
"Miss Lan Yin, answer me truthfully—are you the human form of the Lovesick Crimson Pomegranate?" he asked solemnly.
If she answered "yes," he would uphold his oath, no matter the cost.
"I'm sorry... I am not," Lan Yin replied softly.
"I see." The Chrysanthemum Douluo's face darkened with regret.
"Enough. Lin Yongming, I give you one final chance—hand over Lan Yin. You and Bibi Dong will remain the Spirit Hall's shining stars. Return, hold your wedding, and leave behind a legendary tale. Why throw everything away for a mere soul beast?" Qian Xunji's tone was final, his victory assured.
Indeed, with seven Title Douluos encircling them, Lin Yongming had no chance of escape.
"Qian Xunji, spare me your empty words. I will never surrender A'Yin. To me, she is my wife—not a soul beast." Lin Yongming shielded the two women behind him, his voice cold.
"A'Yin, Dong'er, I'll hold them off. When you see an opening, flee into the Star Dou Great Forest," he whispered urgently.
"Yongming, I understand your feelings... but there's no escape. Give me up. Live well with Dong'er," Lan Yin replied, moved yet resigned.
"No. Remember—you're not just yourself anymore. You carry our unborn child."
"If not for us, then for our child—you must survive!" Lin Yongming insisted.
"I..." Lan Yin froze, her hand resting on her stomach, torn between choices.
"I've given you multiple chances out of respect for your talent. But you remain obstinate."
"Very well, Lin Yongming. In the name of the Spirit Hall, and on behalf of humanity, I hereby judge you a traitor."
"Accept the fate you've chosen." Qian Xunji raised his sword, pronouncing Lin Yongming's doom with divine authority.
"Yue Guan, Ghost Mei—seize the two women. The rest of you, join me in executing this human traitor!"
"As you command, Your Holiness!"
Lin Yongming stepped forward, his voice resolute.
"If this is destiny's answer—then I refuse to accept it!"
"Thunder God's Breath—Release!"
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