Chapter 9: Generous Rewards on the Golden List! Bibi Dong Makes Her Move on Tianshui City?!
Upon seeing her name, Bibi Dong's originally cold expression softened somewhat, and a hint of arrogant smile even appeared on her lips.
"Did you see that?"
"That's real strength."
Immediately afterwards, the introduction to the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared.
A gigantic scythe, entirely black and radiating an aura of endless evil, appeared in the sky.
Green poisonous mist swirled around the blade.
The surrounding space seemed to be sliced apart by the sharp blade, with fine cracks appearing.
[Performance: A divine weapon of the Rakshasa God.]
[Contains extreme evil and deadly poison; contact with it is fatal, and it corrodes all things.]
[Possesses the power to manipulate space, capable of tearing through the void, and performing instantaneous teleportation and spatial cutting.]
[Evil Thought Devouring: Can devour the negative emotions and souls of enemies, transforming them into the user's power.]
The moment the scythe appeared, the entire Spirit City was enveloped in a chilling aura.
Countless Soul Masters felt their souls tremble, as if Death had gripped their throats.
This is the overwhelming power of a divine artifact!
However.
Bibi Dong's smile didn't last long.
As the introduction ended, her brows gradually furrowed.
Ninth place?
Her Rakshasa Demon Scythe, a divine artifact passed down from a deity, is only ranked ninth?
They didn't even make the top five?
"How is this possible..."
Bibi Dong gripped the scepter tightly, all joy vanished, replaced by a deep sense of loss and resentment.
That little dance's broken flower is tenth place.
Her magical artifact was only one rank higher than that flower?
Is this meant to humiliate her?
Qian Renxue looked at the list, and although she didn't say anything, a hint of shock was revealed in her eyes.
Even the mother's magical artifact can only rank ninth.
Just how terrifying were the top treasures bestowed by Tianshui City?
...
Five miles outside Tianshui City.
Shrek Academy's temporary camp.
Tang San sat on a large rock, holding a water pouch in his hand, his brows furrowed.
A long time has passed.
According to the plan, the teacher took Xiaowu and Fatty to gather information and should have returned long ago.
"The master is so unreliable."
Tang San threw the water pouch on the ground in frustration.
"If you can't even handle this small matter, how can you take charge of the overall situation?"
His tone carried a hint of resentment.
Although he respected Yu Xiaogang, deep down, as his strength increased, his reliance on and awe of Yu Xiaogang had diminished considerably.
Especially now, he is the heir to the divine throne, while Yu Xiaogang is still a good-for-nothing.
"Third Brother, don't worry."
Oscar leaned over, offered a sausage, and smiled ingratiatingly:
"The master is so clever, he must be negotiating with the Lord of Tianshui City."
"Besides, Xiao Wu is here too. Even if we can't reach an agreement, with Xiao Wu's current strength, no one can hurt them."
Dai Mubai nodded as well:
"Exactly, you're too nervous, mistress."
"In this world, besides the Spirit Hall, who else dares to touch the people of Shrek Academy?"
Upon hearing this, Tang San's expression softened slightly.
Too.
Xiao Wu obtained a divine treasure, causing her strength to surge.
Even a titled Douluo might not be able to keep her here.
Just then, the list displayed on the sky revealed the ninth place.
Upon seeing the name "Bibi Dong," Tang San's eyes instantly turned icy cold.
But when he saw the rankings and descriptions, he couldn't help but sneer.
"Ninth place?"
Tang San stood up, put his hands behind his back, and showed a disdain on his face.
"The dignified Pope of the Spirit Hall, the so-called inheritor of the gods."
"The strongest weapon in my hand can't even make it into the top five; it can only linger at the bottom."
"It seems that Bibi Dong is nothing special."
"It's overrated."
Ning Rongrong immediately echoed, her eyes filled with admiration:
"Of course!"
"How can Bibi Dong be compared to Third Brother?"
"Third Brother is the chosen one. Once he makes the list, he'll definitely be number one!"
"At that time, that old hag won't even be worthy of carrying Third Brother's shoes!"
The crowd burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a joyful atmosphere.
They seemed to have already envisioned Tang San ascending to the top of the rankings, stepping on Bibi Dong, and punching Tianshui City.
Amidst this joyful laughter and chatter...
A series of hurried and disordered footsteps came from the woods in the distance.
"Help...help me..."
Tang San's smile froze, and he abruptly turned his head.
Two disheveled figures stumbled out.
The fat man in front of me was covered in mud, his hands were covering his groin, and there was a large, glaring bloodstain on his pants. He walked with a limp, like a duck.
The middle-aged man behind him had disheveled hair like a bird's nest, his clothes on his chest were splattered with blood, his face was as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes were unfocused, and he was still muttering something like "four hundred and twenty-three" in a neurotic manner.
It was Ma Hongjun and Yu Xiaogang.
The crowd that had been praising Tang San suddenly fell silent, as if a duck had been choked.
Tang San's pupils contracted sharply, and his heart sank.
An ominous premonition instantly enveloped my entire body.
"Fatty? Teacher?!"
He rushed forward and supported the swaying Yu Xiaogang.
His gaze fell on Ma Hongjun's bloodied and mangled crotch.
"What's going on?!"
"What on earth happened?!"
...
At the same time, the golden list trembled violently in the sky.
What was originally just text suddenly gained a touch of scarlet color.
The pitch-black Rakshasa Scythe seemed to come alive at this moment, greedily absorbing the surrounding light.
Bibi Dong's originally gloomy expression gradually underwent some subtle changes as the new line of small characters appeared on the sky.
[Divine Weapon Evolution: Rakshasa Demon Scythe - True]
[New Trait: Bloodlust]
[Note: All souls that perish under the scythe are transformed into pure soul power to nourish the holder. Killing one person increases this power; slaughtering ten thousand cities grants divine access. Ignoring level bottlenecks, one can ascend to the peak of godhood.]
Immediately afterwards, a blood-red beam of light descended from the sky and enveloped Bibi Dong inside the Papal Palace.
Besides the surge of power from the demonic scythe, there was also a dark red soul ring that hovered silently in front of her.
A 100,000-year soul ring.
Moreover, it is a top-grade divinely bestowed soul ring with no attribute restrictions, which can be freely replaced with any of one's own soul rings.
Inside the Papal Palace, the oppressive atmosphere that had almost solidified the air dissipated almost entirely in an instant.
Bibi Dong reached out her hand, her slender fingers gently brushing over the 100,000-year soul ring. The immense energy emanating from her fingertips swept away the gloom in her eyes.
Although it was only ninth place.
But the generosity of the reward far exceeded her expectations.
Especially that "bloodthirsty" trait.
For the Spirit Hall, which was about to launch a continental war, this was a divine skill tailor-made for them.
Once war begins, this scythe will allow her to grow infinitely stronger through slaughter.
(End of chapter)