Hearing this, Master's face alternated between green and pale, especially after having his past exposed so directly, which filled him with shame and indignation. But for that slim hope, he still suppressed his humiliation and said, "No! Dong'er, listen to me! As long as you tell me the cultivation method for twin spirits, I promise you! I can guarantee with my character that Tang San… he will never be an enemy of Spirit Hall for his entire life! He won't seek revenge on Spirit Hall!"
"You promise me? Guarantee with your character?"
Bibi Dong was completely enraged by Master's shameless promise, especially the address "Dong'er," which ignited the long-suppressed anger and resentment in her heart.
"Yu Xiaogang! Your character became worthless the moment you left me for that ridiculous younger sister of yours!"
At this point, she suddenly struck the ground with the jewel-encrusted Supreme Pontiff's scepter in her hand!
"Boom—!"
Immediately, a vast and mighty Soul Power, accompanied by towering rage, erupted like a tangible shockwave from where the scepter struck the ground, spreading outwards!
Master didn't even have time to react. He was like someone struck head-on by an invisible giant hammer, letting out a scream and instantly flying backward, crashing heavily into the hard wall behind him with a dull thud, before sliding to the ground.
"Pfft—!"
Spitting out a large mouthful of blood, Master's chest felt a tearing pain, and his recently mended internal organs seemed to have shifted again, his vision momentarily darkening.
"Get out of my sight immediately!"
Bibi Dong's voice was devoid of emotion as she angrily declared, "Say one more word, and I won't hesitate to immediately end the new life the Rakshasa God just bestowed upon you!"
Seeing Bibi Dong's furious expression and undisguised killing intent, how could Master dare to linger for another moment?
Suppressing the sharp pain in his chest, he didn't even bother to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Like a stray dog, he scurried around, almost using his hands and feet to pull open the heavy Palace Gate, and fled the bedchamber in a hurry, not daring to look back.
A moment later.
The heavy Palace Gate slowly closed behind Master, obscuring his pathetic retreating figure.
Inside the bedchamber, silence returned, leaving only the Soul Power ripples that hadn't completely dissipated in the air and a faint scent of blood.
However, just a few breaths after Master left, Bibi Dong, who had been cold-faced and radiating Evil Qi, swayed slightly.
The cold mask on her face seemed to melt instantly, replaced by a deep sense of fatigue and an indescribable complex emotion.
She didn't leave; instead, she walked step by step to the luxurious bed where Master had just lain, still retaining a trace of warmth and his scent. Then, she extended her slender, fair fingers and gently caressed the soft bedding, her movements carrying a tenderness unsuited to her identity as Supreme Pontiff.
Immediately after, Bibi Dong slowly turned and lay down on the bed, curling her body and burying her face in the pillow that still carried Master's scent.
"Xiaogang, I'm sorry... I can only... help you this way..."
"Only by doing this, by letting you completely fall and bind yourself to the Rakshasa God, can I save your life. I hope... you won't blame me."
A nearly inaudible, choked whisper echoed softly in the empty and silent bedchamber, sounding full of pain and helplessness.
"As for Tang San, and that Tang Chuan who suddenly appeared..."
"They must die."
This moment of vulnerability lasted only a fleeting instant.
When Bibi Dong looked up again, her purple eyes were once more replaced by coldness, and beneath that coldness, an extremely strong killing intent was hidden... A few days later, at the Heaven Dou Great Spirit Arena.
The colossal circular stadium was still bustling with people, the fervent atmosphere like an unextinguishable flame. spirit tool lights illuminated the central Douhun Stage as brightly as day, the stands were packed, banners of various academies fluttered in the wind, and countless spectators' faces were filled with excitement and anticipation.
The host's passionate voice, amplified by a spirit tool, resounded throughout the venue:
"Preliminary Round Twenty-Six, Shrek Academy versus Canghui Academy!"
"Boom—!"
The moment his words fell, the entire Great Spirit Arena erupted into a thunderous applause, cheers, and intense discussions!
"Shrek Academy! They're finally making an appearance again!"
"I heard their core members didn't participate in several previous matches. Will they field their full main lineup today?"
"That Tang San and Master haven't shown up. What's going on?"
"Canghui Academy isn't weak either; their gem Martial Soul is quite troublesome when used in combination!"
"I'm rooting for Shrek, especially with Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing there!"
"Hard to say. Shrek's recent performance seems to have fluctuated. Canghui might pull off an upset!"
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