Boom--!
The announcement of the reward caused an uproar throughout the entire Douluo Continent!
Countless Soul Masters' eyes turned red with envy as they looked at the three rewards.
Senzu Beans! And they're the enhanced version!
Breakthrough Pill! Directly breaking through one level below level 99, what an incredible divine item!
And that… divine weapon! The God-Slaying Sword!
This is a true divine artifact!
Countless people are envious and jealous, wishing they could take his place.
...
Rakshasa Secret Realm.
In the endless darkness and bloodshed, a purple figure sat cross-legged.
Bibi Dong is receiving the final step of the Rakshasa God's inheritance, and her body is filled with a chillingly evil divine power.
When the rewards of the Heavenly Ranking were displayed, she suddenly opened her eyes.
Those were eyes filled with ambition and madness.
"The God-Slaying Sword!"
Her voice echoed in the empty, secret realm, trembling slightly.
The Rakshasa God is a first-level deity with a powerful divine position, but he lacks a suitable divine weapon.
This has always been Bibi Dong's regret.
She never expected that what she had been searching for would appear in the prize for a mere sixteenth place in this way!
"Only sixteenth place, and the reward is already so generous..."
Bibi Dong's breathing became rapid, and a flush appeared on her beautiful face.
"Then what earth-shattering moment my first place will be!"
She couldn't help but burst into laughter, a wild laugh filled with longing and anticipation for the future.
"A Thousand Blades of Snow!"
"Wait for me to get out!"
"This entire continent will grovel at my feet!"
As soon as she finished speaking, endless Rakshasa divine power enveloped her once again; the inheritance had reached its final stage.
...
at the same time.
The Heavenly Dou Empire's headquarters.
The atmosphere inside the council chamber was somewhat delicate.
Dai Mubai's severed arm and the humiliation of being defeated by Di Tian cast a shadow over everyone's hearts.
When the rewards for the gold list appeared, Ning Rongrong was the first to cheer.
"Grandpa Jian made the list!"
Her little face was full of joy, and she was genuinely happy for the old man who had protected her and the sect all his life.
However, Ma Hongjun, who was standing next to her, had a completely different focus.
His eyes were fixed on the words "magic bean," and his breathing became heavy.
"Rongrong!"
Ma Hongjun grabbed Ning Rongrong's arm urgently, his voice trembling slightly.
"Go quickly, no, could you please try to persuade Sword Douluo?"
"Once he gets the Senzu Bean, give it to me!"
Upon hearing this, the entire council chamber fell silent instantly.
All eyes were on Ma Hongjun, and everyone's expressions were different.
Ning Rongrong's smile froze instantly.
She looked at Ma Hongjun with disbelief.
"Fatty, you..."
She wanted to say something, but didn't know where to begin, her face filled with embarrassment.
"this?"
"Grandpa Sword... he also needs Senzu Beans."
yes.
Sword Douluo Chen Xin dedicated his life to fighting for the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School.
A lot of blood was lost.
His arm was severed while protecting the sect and Ning Rongrong.
Now, there is finally hope for the limb to be regenerated.
But the fat man wanted to take away this only hope.
The smile on Ning Rongrong's face seemed to be frozen by frost, gradually cracking open.
Looking at Ma Hongjun's anxious and distorted face, she felt a sense of unfamiliarity for a moment.
Is this still the same partner who used to laugh and joke together, and share life and death with?
In order to obtain the only compensation that Grandpa Jian could ever receive in his life, in exchange for a so-called "hope"?
This sent a chill down her spine.
Seeing that she remained silent, Ma Hongjun became even more agitated and tightened his grip on her arm.
He spoke passionately, his voice echoing throughout the council chamber.
"Rongrong! Wake up!"
"Sword Douluo is almost a hundred years old, how many more years can he live? What use would he have for that arm?"
"But I'm different! I'm still young! I..."
He seemed to find it difficult to speak halfway through his sentence, but he still gritted his teeth and said it anyway.
"In short, I need it more than he does!"
"Not just the Immortal Beans, but also the Mirror-Breaking Pills and divine artifacts! What does an old man need all of these for? Why not take them all out and distribute them to us to improve our overall strength? That's for the greater good!"
Ma Hongjun's words struck Ning Rongrong like a ton of bricks.
She staggered back a step and broke free from Ma Hongjun's grasp.
"But..."
She wanted to argue, but before she could speak, she was interrupted by another voice.
Dai Mubai's face was grim.
"Rongrong, Fatty is right."
"This is for all of us."
"As long as you ask, given Sword Douluo's affection for you, he will definitely take it out."
Yu Xiaogang also pushed up his glasses.
"Rongrong, don't act like a child at a time like this."
"Judging from their value, Ma Hongjun and Dai Mubai are both more worth cultivating than a Title Douluo who has little time left."
"Senzu beans should be used on those who need them most and can make the greatest difference."
Every word he uttered was like a knife, completely isolating Ning Rongrong.
She instinctively turned her pleading gaze to Oscar.
That was her lover.
However, Oscar only made eye contact with her for a moment before quickly looking away.
He didn't speak.
But silence itself is an attitude.
In his heart, what is a woman's grievance compared to his brother's future!
Ning Rongrong's heart sank to the bottom little by little.
Just when she was about to despair, Tang San spoke up.
"Fatty, Mu Bai, don't go too far."
Ning Rongrong suddenly looked up, a glimmer of hope rekindling in her eyes.
Third Brother is the best!
Third Brother is on the side of reason!
Tang San looked at everyone and continued in his righteous tone.
"The Immortal Bean and the Mirror-Breaking Pill are indeed more effective for us."
"But Sword Douluo is, after all, a senior with outstanding achievements throughout his life, so we can't go too far."
He paused for a moment, then gave his final "ruling".
"How about this, at least let Sword Douluo leave behind that God of Slaughter Sword."
"After all, it's a divine artifact, so it's something to cherish."
Anyway, he won't need these rewards.
That killing sword was filled with the evil aura of the Rakshasa God, which clashed with his sea god power, so keeping it was useless.
Tang San finished speaking.
The light that had just ignited in Ning Rongrong's eyes was instantly extinguished, leaving only a deathly ashes.
Her heart was completely broken.
Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces before her, she suddenly found it all incredibly ridiculous.
a long time.
She nodded gently, her voice as soft as a wisp of smoke.
"good."
"I'll go talk to Grandpa Jian..."
After saying that, she looked away from everyone, turned around, and walked out of the council tent step by step.
The sunlight outside was a bit too bright, making her squint.
A cool, aloof figure silently followed her out and walked alongside her.
It is Zhu Zhuqing.
(End of chapter)