Chapter 46 Bibi Dong meets Yu Xiaogang! A horrific sight! Her hatred is boundless!
"No--!"
Despair was written all over the faces of Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.
They tried to escape, but under that terrifying pressure, their bodies were completely immobilized.
"boom!!!"
The violent energy instantly engulfed the two of them.
The smoke and dust cleared.
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo lay on the ground like two tattered fallen leaves, their bodies charred black, coughing up mouthfuls of blood, barely breathing.
Two invisible sword energies, carrying immense pressure, were like two chains, binding them together, preventing them from even having the thought of gathering their soul power.
fear.
An unprecedented fear gripped their hearts.
The Martial Soul Fusion Skill... surprisingly, it had absolutely no effect on this person!
Just how powerful has he become?
Qian Daobai slowly walked up to the two of them.
He slowly took something out of his pocket.
It was a token made entirely of gold, engraved with the image of a six-winged angel, exuding a sacred and majestic aura.
Angel's Decree!
The moment Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo saw the token, their pupils contracted to their maximum size.
The fear on their faces was instantly replaced by a deeper sense of awe and dread.
Ignoring their serious injuries, the two struggled to their feet.
Then, using all his strength, he knelt down heavily before Qian Daobai.
"Greetings...Greetings, High Priest!"
Their voices trembled slightly with excitement and fear.
However, their hearts were filled with doubt.
Isn't the Grand Master only Sendo Ryu?
Who exactly is this person?
Why would he possess an angel's token that only high priests can hold?
...
Meanwhile, on the city walls of Luoyun City.
Yu Xiaogang, who was being displayed publicly, also witnessed everything that happened outside the city.
When he saw Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo appear, a spark of hope was rekindled in his lifeless heart.
He knew that these were people sent by Bibi Dong to rescue him.
A dark and malicious emotion even welled up in his heart.
He wanted Qian Daobai dead.
They should die under the attack of those two Title Douluos, the more gruesome the better!
Only in this way can even a tiny fraction of the hatred in his heart be dispelled!
Unfortunately, reality dealt him the heaviest blow.
He watched with his own eyes how those two Title Douluos, who were incomparably powerful in his eyes, were easily defeated by that man, as if he were toying with ants.
He witnessed firsthand how their strongest martial soul fusion technique was easily neutralized and rebounded by the opponent.
When Qian Daobai finally took out that glittering golden Angel Token, and when the two high-ranking Title Douluos knelt humbly before that man.
Yu Xiaogang's last glimmer of hope was completely extinguished.
He could even sense the terrifying, world-destroying power contained in Qian Daobai's casual strike from a great distance.
despair.
Endless despair, like a tidal wave, completely overwhelmed him.
He shook his head, biting his lip tightly with all his might.
Even with his mouth full of bitter, bloody taste, nothing could restore his numb nerves.
He hung his head dejectedly, his limbless body swaying helplessly on the city wall, pulled by ropes.
...
On the other side, in Tiandou City.
A streak of purple light pierced the sky and descended before the city gate.
Bibi Dong's figure slowly appeared.
She looked up and immediately saw the familiar yet unfamiliar figure hanging high on the city wall.
In that instant, she felt as if her heart was being gripped tightly by an invisible hand.
pain.
The pain was so intense that she could barely breathe.
Without the slightest hesitation, she appeared on the city wall in a flash.
She waved her hand and severed the ropes binding Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang's broken body slumped to the ground.
Bibi Dong stretched out her hand.
Only at this moment did she see what he looked like now.
His hair was as messy as withered grass, and it was covered with dried, unidentified filth.
That face that once captivated her is now covered in scars and grime, unrecognizable from its original form.
My lips were chapped and bleeding.
His body reeked of a mixture of sweat, blood, and the sour stench of rotting vegetable leaves, an extremely pungent odor.
The severed limbs, due to the lack of timely treatment, had become severely infected and swollen, with even some disgusting little insects crawling and biting on them.
Bibi Dong lowered her eyes, looking at the man in her arms who had fallen into a deep coma.
In her heart, however, a raging storm had already erupted.
An uncontrollable, extreme anger surged wildly from the depths of her heart.
How cruel and vicious the perpetrators were!
How will Xiaogang spend his days from now on?
Bibi Dong silently clenched her fists.
"I, Bibi Dong, hereby swear."
"Let's make it Xiaogang's name and avenge this blood feud!"
Bibi Dong's fingertips gently brushed across Yu Xiaogang's face, which was covered in filth and scars.
Only the faint rise and fall of his chest proved that he was still alive.
A purple soul force gently enveloped Yu Xiaogang's mutilated body, temporarily stabilizing his life force, which was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind.
However, the torn flesh at the severed limbs and the wounds that had begun to rot could not be repaired by this amount of soul power.
There were no tears in Bibi Dong's eyes.
Yes, it was just a bottomless, icy pool.
Qiandaobai.
This name, like a brand, is deeply engraved in the depths of her soul.
She lowered her head, brought her lips close to Yu Xiaogang's ear, and whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear.
"Xiao Gang, wait for me."
"I will make that person pay back a thousand times, ten thousand times the suffering you have endured today."
As soon as she finished speaking, she took Yu Xiaogang with her, and their figures transformed into a purple streak of light, soaring into the sky and disappearing into the horizon.
That chilling, bone-chilling killing intent lingered for a long time.
...
Several days later.
On the official road leading to Wuhun City, a carriage, though not luxuriously decorated, was moving very smoothly and steadily.
Inside the train carriage.
Qian Renxue sat cross-legged, holding her breath and concentrating, trying to condense a tiny wisp of sword energy at her fingertips.
The sword energy would sometimes condense and sometimes dissipate, never able to stabilize and take shape.
She opened her eyes somewhat irritably and let out a soft breath.
Qian Daobai, who was sitting opposite her, had opened his eyes at some point and was looking at her with great interest.
"If the mind is not calm, the anger will be disordered."
Qian Renxue's cheeks flushed slightly, and she lowered her head somewhat shyly.
"Master, I..."
"Still thinking about Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo?" Qian Daobai said it for her.
"Or... Bibi Dong?"
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