Chapter 268: Better to Raise a Soul Beast Than Raise Bibi Dong
"How could this be? Bibi Dong, didn't you already…"
Bone Douluo's eyes were wide as saucers, unable to understand what he saw. He had personally struck Bibi Dong down, pulverizing her bones, meridians, and flesh alike and then teleporting the remains away. How could she possibly be alive again?
Ning Rongrong's red lips had parted enough to fit a newborn's fist. Her pupils quivered nonstop. That person, that deranged woman bent on destroying the entire continent—her own birth mother in this life—had come back. She was alive! Alive, and just as she had destroyed Spirit Hall before, she now meant to destroy the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, robbing Ning Rongrong of everything.
"Already dead? Indeed, I was dead. But in order to collect what you vile beasts owe me, I came back."
The disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan were again stupefied.
"Attack, my army! Level the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan!"
With a wave of Bibi Dong's finger, a thunderous rumble sounded—the pounding of many boots. It was the Heaven Dou Empire's stationed troops—except they weren't rushing to help defend the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan from Bibi Dong. They were charging with her, to annihilate the clan.
Thousands of Heaven Dou soldiers, eyes bloodred, bodies smeared with nauseating remains of flesh and organs, exuded waves of purple-black evil aura. Some still had bits of fresh meat between their teeth—the flesh of their own comrades.
Under the influence of Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God's first spirit skill and the power of her Rakshasa God Spirit, the soldiers' darkest, basest urges had been drawn out, turning them into humanoid zombies, beasts worse than the fallen of the Slaughter City. In their wake, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan became the new Slaughter City, subject to unspeakable cruelty and bloodshed.
Of the one hundred thousand Heaven Dou soldiers, over ten thousand were instantly killed in Bibi Dong's surprise attack, including Marshal Ge Long, who died in seconds. Then, the skill's dissipating evil aura corroded the remaining troops, converting another ten thousand into Bibi Dong's own forces—battle-crazed berserkers whose blackened hearts multiplied their strength. They now rampaged madly within the clan grounds.
"Bibi Dong, damn you!"
Bone Douluo had never believed he'd done anything wrong. He had shown Bibi Dong countless chances, and she'd failed to grasp them each time. So that was that. Yet, with his spiritual sense, he saw the clan's disciples fighting in blood-soaked desperation, men torn to pieces by the corrupted troops, women violated and slaughtered, and the entire Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, his home, becoming a living hell. Enraged, he pressed the seventh spirit ring at his feet, transforming into his massive Bone Dragon form to attack Bibi Dong from the sky.
Sword Douluo, all the while harboring some guilt toward Bibi Dong, now beheld the same scene through his spiritual sense. Witnessing the clan's utter misery, a surge of murderous intent also blossomed within him. The Seven Kill Sword soared into the air toward Bibi Dong.
"Seven Treasures Avatar!"
A massive Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda glowed, casting streaks of multicolored light onto Sword and Bone Douluo, vastly amplifying their power.
Bibi Dong—so it's really you. You wiped out the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, blamed your crimes on Spirit Hall and my own clan, incited the war between the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, destroyed Chen'er's spirits, leaving him crippled… You're the root cause of all of it.
At last, Ning Fengzhi understood everything. His expression was as cold as ice. The Bibi Dong standing before him bore no difference from the one Ning Rongrong had described in that other world. Indeed, she might be even more crazed and cruel, intent on annihilating the whole continent—destroying everything.
Ning Fengzhi no longer had time to ponder how Bibi Dong had resurrected or attained such power. If the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan didn't rid themselves of Bibi Dong here, she'd cast not just the clan but the entire continent into the depths of hell.
"Rakshasa Domain, Killing God Domain—Rakshasa True Form!"
Bibi Dong unleashed her full strength. The twin domains of terrifying power sharply weakened Sword and Bone Douluo's fighting capacity, outpacing even the Pagoda's amplification. And with the Rakshasa True Form activated, the unholy, malevolent spirit power bursting from her Rakshasa Domain corroded the last few defenders of the clan, turning them into savage beasts.
It was like a rabid plague, far more terrifying than any poison Dugu Bo could inflict. While Dugu Bo's toxins could kill anyone below Title Douluo in one sweep, Bibi Dong corrupted the enemy forces themselves, "converting" them to her side. These new blackened spirit masters also received buffs from her domain, and the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan's defensive lines soon collapsed in a horror of corpses and flames. The entire battle turned in Bibi Dong's favor as time ticked by.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Thud! Thud! Thud!
Crash! Crash! Crash!
Every few seconds, new bodies piled up on the ground. Ning Fengzhi's heart bled at the sight, but his face remained as cold as steel. He was the clan leader, the spiritual anchor of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan. If he lost hope, morale would crumble, and the already-faltering lines would fall completely to Bibi Dong.
Morale was key in such a battle—this was why, during their war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan had still managed a ratio of one thousand to thirteen hundred despite their disadvantage in strength.
"Ning Fengzhi, die!"
Suddenly, a blood-soaked Liu Erlong, covered in wounds, tore through the clan's defenses to charge at Ning Fengzhi. Bloodlust raged in her eyes as she swooped down like a blue meteor.
Xiao Gang… One of those who brought about your death, I'll take his head right now!
"You fool! Ning Fengzhi's life is mine to claim!"
Bibi Dong snarled at her. She couldn't let Ning Fengzhi die so easily. She wanted to subject him to every imaginable torture from every corner of the two great empires; then have one hundred of the ugliest creatures—no, men in the world—violate and kill him. After that, she would peel out his soul and slowly slice it to pieces. Only then would she lift even one percent of the hatred in her heart.
Just then, a golden shape slammed into Liu Erlong, knocking her away and shielding Ning Fengzhi. Opening its massive maw, the creature roared like a tiger.
It wasn't a spirit master with a tiger spirit but an actual tiger-type spirit beast: five meters long, newly entered the ten-thousand-year threshold, fur glowing gold, with matching golden stripes. Its four limbs were wreathed in golden flames.
This was the Holy Fire Tiger, a top-tier luminous flame soul beast.
"Xiao Guang."
Ning Fengzhi's steely gaze warmed for a moment as he gently patted the Holy Fire Tiger's head. He had raised and cared for it like family for years, spending tremendous clan resources to help it reach ten-thousand-year cultivation. But once it became a ten-thousand-year soul beast, its demand for resources grew exponentially, making further advancement painstakingly slow even for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan.
But the investment had yielded returns. Though only ten-thousand-years, the Holy Fire Tiger's combat strength equaled that of a Spirit Sage, and it was intensely loyal to Ning Fengzhi. He had even ridden on its back before. Now it had managed to catch Liu Erlong unawares and knock her aside—plus, Liu Erlong had spent so much spirit power and sustained such heavy injuries that her fighting strength had plummeted.
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