Chapter 47 Bibi Dong broke down, and I'm only ninth?!
Bibi Dong took a sip of tea, her tone full of sarcasm.
"It seems that the glory of the angel god is nothing more than this."
Qian Renxue trembled with rage, her beautiful face flushed red with fury.
"Bibi Dong!"
"Stop being sarcastic!"
"You think you're that great? How high do you think your ranking can go?"
Bibi Dong put down her teacup, elegantly straightened her sleeves, and her face radiated absolute confidence.
"I?"
"I possess twin martial souls, and I have already reached the pinnacle of perfection."
"I'm at least in the top five on this list, and there's a high chance I'll be in the top three."
She looked at Qian Renxue with disdain in her eyes.
"How could someone like you, who relies on the legacy of her ancestors, possibly understand my power?"
Qian Renxue sneered and was about to retort when Hu Liena spoke up first.
"Your Highness Qian Renxue, you underestimate your teacher too much."
Hu Liena held her head high, her face full of pride.
"The teacher possesses twin martial souls, achieved the title of Title Douluo in her twenties, and has now become a god."
"With such unparalleled talent, who on the entire continent could rival her?"
"Teacher is definitely among the top of the list!"
Bibi Dong was in a great mood as she listened to her beloved disciple's praise.
In her eyes, Qian Renxue was just a clown who had never seen the world.
Ninth place?
That could never be her final destination.
Bibi Dong picked up her teacup again, preparing to leisurely take a sip and wait for her moment of glory to arrive.
Just then, the sky changed.
As the golden light converged, the dazzling ranking suddenly came into view.
Ninth place.
Bibi Dong.
The hall fell into a deathly silence.
Bibi Dong's smile froze instantly, her eyes widening as if she had seen something indescribably terrifying.
"Clang!"
The teacup slipped from her hand and shattered on the ground.
The scalding hot tea spilled onto her magnificent papal robe, instantly soaking a large area of it, which clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful curves.
But at this moment, she couldn't care less about any of that.
Bibi Dong stood frozen in place, as if her soul had been ripped out.
"How is this possible..."
"How is this possible?!"
She stood up abruptly, her voice sharp and shrill from extreme shock.
"How could I only be ninth?!"
"Something must have gone wrong!"
"That's absolutely impossible!"
Hu Liena was standing below the main hall, looking at the countless golden lists, her face full of confusion.
She hurried forward, her voice urgent.
"The teacher possesses twin martial souls!"
"With such rare talent, each of her martial souls is incredibly powerful. How could she only be ranked ninth?"
"This ranking doesn't make sense!"
In her heart, Bibi Dong was the epitome of invincibility, the number one person below the gods.
Ninth place?
This is as absurd as saying that a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast can't beat a ten-year-old wind baboon.
Qian Renxue stood aside, looking at Bibi Dong's soaked papal robe and the tea shards scattered on the ground, a hint of pleasure flashing in her eyes.
Although she was also surprised by the ranking, she felt inexplicably relieved to see Bibi Dong get the short end of the stick.
"Only ninth?"
Qian Renxue's lips curled up slightly, revealing a set of neat white teeth.
"It seems my guess was right."
"The value of this list far exceeds our expectations."
Bibi Dong had no time to pay attention to Qian Renxue's sarcastic remarks.
She stared intently at the sky, her chest heaving violently.
Unbelievable.
Absolutely unacceptable.
She, the Empress of the Spirit Empire and the inheritor of the Rakshasa God, is only ranked ninth?
However, when the line of gold text about the reward appeared, Bibi Dong's originally gloomy face instantly changed.
Her pupils contracted sharply, then spread out in a burst of ecstasy.
"Perfectly passed the eighth trial of the Rakshasa God! All spirit rings have been upgraded to 100,000 years?!"
Bibi Dong didn't even care about her demeanor; her hands trembled slightly as she loosely clenched them together.
"This reward... is perfect for me."
The anger from before vanished in that instant.
So what if it's a low ranking?
Tangible benefits are the only true measure of success!
Bibi Dong was immediately excited, her eyes burning with the flames of ambition.
"As long as I pass the eighth test, the ninth test will not be a problem."
"The Rakshasa Godhood is within my grasp!"
She took a deep breath, feeling the surge of soul power within her.
"Also, all spirit rings upgraded to 100,000 years."
"A 100,000-year spirit ring is extremely precious; it's a stroke of luck for an ordinary Title Douluo to even have one."
"And I possess twin martial souls, with eighteen soul rings..."
Bibi Dong couldn't help but laugh out loud, her voice echoing throughout the hall.
"That means all eighteen spirit rings are 100,000-year spirit rings!"
She had schemed for so long to hunt down Xiao Wu's mother, and it took her a lot of effort to obtain a 100,000-year soul ring.
Now?
All of them are 100,000 years old!
Bibi Dong did not hesitate at all and immediately chose to claim the reward.
Boom!
An extremely terrifying aura erupted from her body in an instant, and dark purple light shot into the sky, dyeing the entire Papal Palace a sinister purple.
Eighteen blood-red spirit rings flashed alternately beneath her feet, the oppressive feeling making Hu Liena's legs go weak, almost causing her to kneel on the ground.
"Hahaha!"
Bibi Dong threw her head back and laughed heartily, feeling refreshed and invigorated, as if the gloom that had been weighing on her heart for many years had been swept away.
Strength.
This is absolute power!
Bibi Dong composed herself and sat back down in the chair that, even though it was wet, still symbolized power.
She looked at the sky, a sense of anticipation rising in her eyes.
"Only ninth place, yet the reward is so generous."
"I really don't know what the prize is for first place?"
If I could get the first place reward, I'd probably become a god-king on the spot, right?
Looking at Bibi Dong's smug expression, Qian Renxue felt a little envious, but she had to admit that the reward was indeed extraordinary.
She gripped the angelic sword tightly in her hand, her gaze fixed on the distant sky.
"What I'm more curious about is who actually came in first place."
"What kind of martial soul is it this time?"
"What kind of monster would be able to suppress Bibi Dong, who has eighteen 100,000-year soul rings?"
...
The sky above Jialing Pass.
The clouds parted, and three streaks of light pierced the sky.
Fu Xuan stood on the void, her pink hair dancing in the wind, Huo Wu tightly gripping the hem of her clothes, while Yan Qing rode on her sword, looking spirited and triumphant.
As soon as they approached Jialing Pass, a strong stench of blood hit them.
The city wall below is mottled, and the dark red bloodstains have long since dried and turned black. They are the marks left by countless soul masters and soldiers with their lives.
Fu Xuan stopped and looked down at the majestic pass, unable to help but sigh.
"The walls of Jialing Pass are stained with blood."
"It seems the battle here is even more brutal than we heard in Heaven Dou City."
Huo Wu shrank back, clutching the command flag tightly in her hand, her face pale.
"This Jialing Pass is too dangerous..."
"The air smells of death everywhere."
She was most afraid of such eerie places, always feeling that a vengeful ghost might jump out at any moment.
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