Chapter 308: Bibi Dong Torments Little Tang San
A disturbance of such proportions at the Clear Sky Clan—Tang Hao's Nine-Ring Detonation colliding with Tang Chen's hundred-thousand-year ring—of course attracted Bibi Dong's attention. Desperate to claim the Shura Demon Sword for her own Shura God inheritance, she hastened here, only to find Qian Xunji present.
No one understood the power of a rank 99 half-god Title Douluo better than Bibi Dong. She'd been brutally beaten by Qian Xunji, Bo Saixi, and Tang Chen. Tang Chen was the most ferocious, Bo Saixi the most decisive, Qian Xunji the cruellest.
In that spirit-hunting forest, Bibi Dong had been beaten to bits over a hundred times by Qian Xunji, hammered until she lacked even the soul power to activate her Undying Body, then stuffed with Angelic power that tormented her for a long, agonizing stretch.
Her dread of Qian Xunji's methods had carved a psychological scar. Without enough strength, she'd keep her distance. Unexpectedly, she stumbled across Tang San here.
"So you really are reborn as well."
Tang San's heart turned icy. Never could he have imagined crossing paths with this lunatic woman Bibi Dong again.
In his previous life, after Bibi Dong bore Qian Renxue in Qian Xunji's secret chamber, she fully lost her mind, urging Spirit Hall to defy the entire world and plunge the continent into suffering. In this life, she'd been held by Bone Douluo and Ning Fengzhi in secret chambers for who-knew-how-many years, bearing Gu Chen and Ning Rongrong. How insane might she be now—especially if she too were reborn?
Add everything together, and Bibi Dong might have become a mass of pure resentment.
Tang San abruptly halted his sobbing at her appearance. He'd rather face Qian Renchuan than face Bibi Dong, for this madwoman would truly do anything.
"Senior Bibi Dong, it appears you've been reborn too. Now I've lost everything to Spirit Hall—victors or losers, I'm not worth your notice. If you plan to kill me, do so. But it was Spirit Hall that reduced me to this—I can't stand dying without a chance at vengeance!"
Tang San clenched his fists. Now lacking the Buddha Fury Tang Lotus, the Rainstorm Pear Blossom Needles, the Sea God's Trident, top-tier rings, or spirit bones, and unable to deploy Guanyin's Tear, how could he hope to escape Bibi Dong? The enemy of one's enemy is a friend, or so the saying went. If he presented utter readiness for death, highlighting his hatred of Spirit Hall, perhaps he could survive.
Bibi Dong's gaze flicked over the crimson seven-pointed star on his forehead, then gave a slight nod. "You've moved me. You speak truly. We share a common foe in Spirit Hall."
Tang San exhaled heavily, so long as he could stay alive. If Bibi Dong gained godhood and dismantled Spirit Hall, he'd still have a chance to kill her, relying on the Tang Sect's final technique, Guanyin's Tear.
Though Guanyin's Tear might fail to penetrate divine gear or kill a god from afar, it could be aimed at the head. Unless that deity ascended to the God Realm and gained the immortal cleansing, Tang San refused to believe they couldn't be slain.
But in the next instant, half his heart turned cold. Bibi Dong asked, "Let me ask you—after I died in that world, what happened to Nana and Xiaoxue?"
Tang San bowed, answering deferentially, "I kept my promise, sparing them. After that, I'm not sure what happened."
"Is that so? I don't believe you."
Two red, three black, one red, three black—nine spirit rings flared at Bibi Dong's feet. Having been battered again and again by rank 99 Title Douluo demigods, Bibi Dong finally ceased focusing on hundred-thousand-year rings, striving instead to reach rank 99 as soon as possible. She re-hunted the two beasts she'd chosen for her Devour Soul Spider Emperor's eighth and ninth rings in her previous life—since the Titan Giant Ape and Sky Blue Bull Python had been seized by Tang San.
By absorbing those two ten-thousand-year rings and having the Devour Soul Spider Emperor devour the two beasts' carcasses, she'd reached rank 98 peak.
Bibi Dong didn't unleash her Rakshasa God spirit, wary Qian Xunji might sense it. But she subtly employed some of that Rakshasa power. A purple-black aura of utter evil poured toward Tang San. At rank seventy-something Soul Sage, he stood no chance at resistance. Mentally, he lost autonomy and became her puppet.
"I spared Hu Liena and Qian Renxue. After I finished my wedding with Xiao Wu, I declared only in my name that I'd let them go. Any other clan or sect that wanted to seek vengeance against Spirit Hall was unrelated to me."
Bibi Dong suddenly panted, breathing faster, "And after that, what of Nana and Xiaoxue?"
"I don't know. After that, I didn't sense Qian Renxue anywhere on the continent. She might have died or left it entirely, or else had her spirit and cultivation all crippled, reduced to an ordinary mortal."
Hearing that final possibility, Bibi Dong trembled violently, her pupils quivering. If it turned out the third scenario was true—once the Hall was destroyed, her beloved disciple and her daughter would be helpless as commoners. You needn't guess the outcome. They might suffer the same fate she once had, or something even worse. Although there were two other possible outcomes, it was said that "fear not the million but fear that one"—the unknown could be most terrifying.
Recalling her secret chamber ordeals, then envisioning her disciple and daughter trapped in that same wretched fate, Bibi Dong's guilt, dread, anguish, hatred, and killing intent exploded, fully collapsing her reason.
Boom—
A purple-black pillar of energy, laden with endless spite, shot skyward as Bibi Dong shrieked. Her lips repeated, "Nana, Xiaoxue, I'm sorry…"
"Pfft—"
Tang San was hurled back by the monstrous aura swirling from Bibi Dong. Blood sprayed from his mouth. Regaining consciousness, with his violet-gold Purple Demon Eyes at the Mustard Seed stage, he peered through that aura, spotting Bibi Dong's Rakshasa God spirit automatically manifest. He couldn't help trembling.
This pressure… It felt like a rank 99 peerless Douluo's presence. The last fang-like mask on Bibi Dong's face gradually vanished.
After the thrashings from Qian Xunji, Ning Fengzhi, Bone Douluo—those she most despised—and the tragedies of three cherished individuals: Yu Xiaogang, Hu Liena, Qian Renxue, Bibi Dong had finally taken the final step.
At the Clear Sky Clan:
"Bibi Dong."
Qian Xunji stood, gazing at that purple-black aura brimming with boundless evil, his brow tightly furrowed. From that appallingly sinister presence, he sensed not only the resonance of a demigod-level Douluo but also that his Six-Winged Angel was being suppressed. How was that possible? The Six-Winged Angel martial spirit and Rakshasa God spirit were both top-tier spirit lineages, each in the same rank. Why did the Rakshasa God spirit appear to overshadow the Six-Winged Angel?
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