Chapter 250 Bibi Dong in Despair: Wei Yuan, are you here to kill me?
The two clung tightly to each other, awaiting death.
However, just when they thought they were about to be free, an extreme chill instantly enveloped them.
"Want to die?"
It's not that easy.
A detached voice echoed in the empty temple, devoid of any emotion.
Wei Yuan stood on high ground, looking down at the ill-fated couple, a cruel smile curving his lips.
With a casual wave of his hand, a terrifyingly cold power instantly erupted.
"Snap—!"
Before they could even scream, Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong, still embracing each other, were instantly frozen into a crystal-clear ice sculpture.
Lifelike.
Wei Yuan tossed the ice sculpture into an inconspicuous, dark corner of the main hall with a casual wave of his hand, as if it were trash.
"Bang!"
The ice sculpture landed with a dull thud.
Wei Yuan clapped his hands, as if he had done something insignificant, his eyes gleaming with calculation:
"Reusing waste is the key."
"It would be such a waste for you to die now; you still have a lot of residual value."
"When we compare it with the era of 'Douluo Dalu II: The Peerless Tang Sect', we can take you two 'divine couple' out for a spin."
"At that time, let the whole continent see for themselves."
What kind of people are this so-called 'master' and his 'true love' really?
A sky curtain appeared before Wei Yuan's eyes.
Indeed, it was the sky that was "live-streaming" to Douluo Continent II, causing the entire Douluo Continent and Sun Moon Continent to boil over.
The video will start playing on Tianmu TV's Douyu 2.
Without hesitation, Wei Yuan immediately activated the Sky Curtain in Dou Er.
This is to prepare for the future integration of their world with Touji.
Douluo Continent, Martial Soul City, Papal Palace.
The once majestic and solemn Papal Palace, symbolizing the highest power in the Soul Master world, was now shrouded in a deathly silence.
The hall was empty except for the figure sitting high on the papal throne, which appeared particularly lonely and desolate.
Bibi Dong wore a magnificent purple-gold robe and a nine-curved purple-gold crown.
The scepter in his hand had long since been replaced by a Rakshasa Demon Scythe that exuded an aura of evil and resentment.
Bibi Dong slowly raised her head, her once noble and aloof eyes now filled with purplish-black demonic patterns.
I gazed at the sky through the gaps in the dome of the main hall.
"A first-level deity... the Rakshasa God..."
Bibi Dong murmured softly, looking at her pale, jade-like palm, where terrifying divine power capable of destroying the world surged.
This was the power she had always dreamed of, the supreme realm she had attained after enduring half a lifetime of hardship and even selling her soul to evil.
However, holding this power at this moment, she felt no sense of security whatsoever; instead, she was filled with an unprecedented chill and fear.
Because she knew very well what she was facing.
"Qian Daoliu has become a first-level god, the Fiery Angel, who is extremely effective against me. He alone is enough to defeat me."
"Not to mention, the entire Silent God Realm stands behind Qian Daoliu!"
"In the Realm of Annihilation, there are many God-Kings and countless Level-1 Gods."
"I was not hunted down in the previous 'God Hunting Project' thanks to Xue'er."
A bitter, self-deprecating smile appeared on Bibi Dong's lips.
If it weren't for Qian Renxue.
She estimates that she will be with Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and others as soon as they inherit the divine positions in the divine realm.
They were arrested and suppressed.
The divine position was completely stripped away, the divine essence shattered, and ultimately, death ensued.
She carries the unforgivable sins of the Qian family on her shoulders.
"I devoured Qian Xunji's body and soul."
That's Qian Daoliu's son, Xue'er's father.
Moreover, they are descendants of Wei Yuan, Qian Yuhan, and Qian Lin…
"Given such a deep-seated hatred, given the way those two families operate, there is absolutely no chance they will let me go."
Bibi Dong gripped the magic scythe tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.
From the moment she fully inherited the position of Rakshasa God, she was prepared to fight to the death.
She set up multiple poison arrays in the main hall and raised her divine sense to its limit, constantly on guard against a fatal attack from the void.
She thought that a god-king would descend at any moment to suppress her or simply annihilate her.
But...
Time passed by, second by second.
From the moment Xue Ji became a god after the sky screen finished playing, to Qian Yin's breakthrough, and then to Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong being turned into ice sculptures...
Several hours have passed.
Outside the Papal Palace, all was calm.
There was no divine punishment, no overwhelming army, and not even a trace of killing intent directed at her.
This eerie calm was more agonizing for Bibi Dong than direct killing.
"Why?"
Bibi Dong frowned, a deep sense of doubt and unease flashing in her eyes.
"Is it because I'm not important?"
Or are they... plotting an even more brutal revenge?
Bibi Dong slowly stood up, her purple Rakshasa divine power surging around her, causing the surrounding space to sizzle and corrode.
"Or do they think I'm not even qualified to ask them to take action?"
At that very moment.
"Tap tap!"
Bibi Dong suddenly turned her head and saw that Wei Yuan had appeared in the Papal Palace at some point!
The air condensed.
Looking at Wei Yuan, who had suddenly appeared in the center of the hall, standing with his hands behind his back,
Bibi Dong felt her throat go dry, and her heart felt as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.
Bibi Dong instinctively wanted to mobilize the Rakshasa God's power within her body.
But to his horror, he discovered that in front of that person, his once-proud first-level divine power was like a mouse encountering a cat.
It cowered inside, trembling, completely unable to muster any strength.
Is this the oppressive aura of the Supreme God-King?
Bibi Dong smiled bitterly, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand fell to the ground with a "clang".
Rebellion?
Before him, I was nothing more than a slightly stronger ant, and any resistance would be a futile joke.
"you..."
Bibi Dong's voice was dry and hoarse, as if she hadn't spoken in a long time.
She struggled to lift her head, looking directly into Wei Yuan's unfathomable eyes, her voice filled with a deathly despair:
"Are you here to kill me?"
"Is it to clean house for the Qian family and avenge that bastard Qian Xunji?"
After saying this, Bibi Dong closed her eyes, awaiting the judgment that would destroy her soul.
However, the expected excruciating pain did not come.
"Kill you?"
hehe..."
A soft laugh echoed in the empty hall, carrying a hint of nonchalance and a touch of amusement.
Bibi Dong opened her eyes in surprise, only to see Wei Yuan gently shaking his head. There was no murderous intent on his face as she had imagined; instead, he had a leisurely air, as if watching a show.
"Of course not."
Wei Yuan waved his hand casually, as if shooing away a fly, his tone indifferent to the point of being cold:
"Bibi Dong, you're giving that good-for-nothing too much credit."
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