Chapter 315: Bibi Dong Simultaneously Absorbs Two Spirit Rings
"Bring those two backup soul beasts!" Bibi Dong ordered coldly.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo, as if granted amnesty, crawled backward at once. The pressure was suffocating; both feared Bibi Dong might kill them.
Bibi Dong waited in place with a frosty face.
The two soul beasts she referred to were around ninety-thousand years in age, both raised for a long time by feeding on soul masters and humans.
But after a hundred-thousand-year soul beast was stolen yet again, Bibi Dong had lost all patience.
Even if she waited another year or two, if it were taken again at the end, that wait would be for nothing.
The evil soul master whose methods even she could not detect clearly was very strong.
Hidden in the dark, he sent a chill through Bibi Dong. She needed to hurry and raise her strength.
You stole my spirit ring and spirit bone—sooner or later I'll make you spit them back out.
Bibi Dong seethed.
Bang, bang!
Two muffled thuds sounded, and two soul beasts several zhang across thumped to the ground.
"Your Holiness, the soul beasts have been brought!" Chrysanthemum Douluo reported respectfully.
Bibi Dong gathered her thoughts and looked at the two beasts they had brought.
One was another spider. A hard purple carapace covered its body; eight legs were patterned in purple stripes, making it look quite splendid.
Most distinctive of all, six wings as thin as a cicada's grew from its back, with edges as keen as blades.
A winged spider.
If Dugu Feng were here, he would have recognized it as a Purplewing Spider Emperor.
Likewise a sovereign among spider-type soul beasts.
Bibi Dong's external spirit bone also came from a Purplewing Spider Emperor.
She had prepared another Purplewing Spider Emperor here in Death Canyon, showing her fondness for the species.
The other soul beast was a huge black scorpion, also a king among poison-attribute soul beasts, named the Heaven-Poison Fire Scorpion, with a powerful fire poison.
These were the two ninety-thousand-year soul beasts Bibi Dong had been raising.
Seeing them, Bibi Dong felt boundless unwillingness, but could only hunt them now.
She had waited years for a hundred-thousand-year soul beast.
Yet her fifth ring and sixth ring had both failed one after the other.
If she kept waiting, her losses would be too great.
Bibi Dong decided to absorb the sixth and seventh rings for her second martial soul first.
Then she would quickly begin the Seventh Divine Trial.
There would still be the eighth and ninth rings. If she could raise more hundred-thousand-year soul beasts, she could still absorb them.
Bibi Dong made up her mind, though a hint of disdain still flickered in her eyes toward the two ninety-thousand-year beasts.
Having tasted the sweetness of hundred-thousand-year beasts, she could no longer love ninety-thousand-year ones.
She heaved a pained sigh, closed her eyes, released her soul power, and delivered the final blow to the two beasts.
Two streams of black energy drifted out from the Purplewing Spider Emperor and the Heaven-Poison Fire Scorpion.
Without a second thought, she summoned both energies.
Madness flashed in her eyes.
Right now she wanted to vent—to purge the fury and resentment in her heart.
It was a release, letting all the evil within surge out.
Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, watching the two deep-black spirit rings float over and plunge into her body.
She had never simultaneously absorbed two spirit rings before, not even among her first five.
But in her irrational state now, Bibi Dong wanted, heedless of the cost, to make something happen.
To withstand two waves of power assaults and two soul strikes at the same time—only the crushing blow she had suffered could make her so reckless.
The sight left Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo deeply shocked.
They exchanged a glance, both understanding that Her Holiness was truly enraged.
Against Bibi Dong's impulsiveness, they could do nothing but carefully watch the surroundings to prevent the evil soul master from appearing again.
Bibi Dong's dark-green spider body looked heated to red, blooming with a blood-colored radiance.
The internal energy was so vast that even her blood seemed ready to erupt.
Even the lower spherical abdomen with its eight spider legs showed fissures inch by inch.
As if she might explode in the next instant.
Pfft!
Bibi Dong spewed a large cloud of blood-mist. Her face contorted savagely, veins bulging.
Her face looked like cracked porcelain, covered in dark-green streaks.
The ugliness was unbearable to behold.
"Good—come on—hahaha, continue!"
Bibi Dong laughed wildly. The greater the bodily pain, the more it eased her psychological loss.
The more it made her feel she could make up for losing the hundred-thousand-year ring and bone.
Bibi Dong had gone mad.
Heaven Dou City.
The Clear Sky Sect's residence.
In the sitting room—
Tang Hao, Tang Xiao, Tang San, and Yu Xiaogang gathered once more.
The Clear Sky Sect had progressed smoothly of late, and Tang San had reached level sixty-four, with his external spirit bone fully integrated.
The external bone Tang San had named the Eight Spider Lances was truly stunning.
Whether in poison or close-combat power, it elevated Tang San's combat capability by several tiers.
With the external spirit bone, Tang San's physique was also becoming less than human.
From childhood, the body-tempering of the Mysterious Heaven Technique and training under the waterfall with the Clear Sky Hammer had laid a deep foundation.
Now, gaining the Eight Spider Lances let Tang San soar.
His bodily strength and soul power progress satisfied everyone.
But Tang San still felt his cultivation was slow.
Among his peers, he had not widened the gap over Xiao Wu, Zhu Zhuqing, or Ning Rongrong, to say nothing of Dugu Feng, whose strength far surpassed his.
And with the Clear Sky Sect under Spirit Hall's pressure, Tang San had less and less patience for meditative cultivation.
He wanted to reach Titled Douluo quickly and then attach spirit rings to his second martial soul.
At this slow pace, reaching Titled Douluo would take decades.
He could not wait.
"Teacher, no matter how dangerous, I'm willing to try. Only when facing greater pressure can my potential be more fully drawn out.
Moreover, with my current strength, even the sect's Soul Sages are not my match.
Father, Uncle, you both tempered yourselves across the continent starting at the Soul Sage stage. Now that I have Soul Sage-level strength, relying only on closed-door cultivation won't make me strong!"
Tang San said decisively.
Tang Xiao and Tang Hao both looked hesitant. Every time they went out, trouble followed.
There was an evil soul master in the shadows, after all!
But Tang San was right. Bitter cultivation alone would surely slow his progress.
"Grandmaster, where have you chosen for Little San's training?" Tang Hao asked.
In knowledge of the continent, they could not match Yu Xiaogang.
Yu Xiaogang held the secrets of both the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon clan and Spirit Hall.
Yu Xiaogang smiled mysteriously. "Seagod Island—an island Spirit Hall calls Devil Island!"
(END CHAPTER)
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