Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start.

Chapter 60 Want to fight? You old bastard!

"it is good."

Tang Xiao slowly raised his hand and firmly grasped Nan Feng's hand.

At that moment, two powerful soul energies collided in the palm of their hands, creating an invisible ripple.

"Haotian Sect————"

"I wish to submit!"

Nan Feng released Tang Xiao's hand, and the murderous intent and madness on his face receded like the tide, replaced by a nonchalant laziness.

"In that case, it's settled then."

Nan Feng casually pushed Tang Yuehua, who was still in a daze, into Tang Xiao's arms.

"Madam Yue, thank you for your company these past two days."

Nan Feng blinked. "Remember our promise. Come visit Wuhun City whenever you have time."

"Brother—" Tang Yuehua threw herself into Tang Xiao's arms, tears streaming down her face, her body trembling violently from the lingering fear.

"Get some rest."

Nan Feng didn't look at the brother and sister again. His six-winged purple wings suddenly unfolded, and with a flash of purple light, he soared into the sky.

"No need to deliver it."

"Remember, don't let me down."

"Otherwise, I wouldn't be so polite next time we meet."

Watching the purple streak of light disappear into the horizon, Tang Xiao hugged his sister tightly and let out a long sigh.

He knew that from this moment on, the fate of the Haotian Sect had been completely changed.

Outside Tiandou City, a thousand meters above the ground.

Nanfeng flew leisurely, in a good mood.

Give me back my body.

Bibi Dong's voice resounded in the sea of ​​spirit.

"I won't pay it back."

Nan Feng refused decisively, "I've worked so hard for so long, finally managing to take down those tough nuts, and I haven't had enough fun yet. Besides, the Spider King's clone's cooldown hasn't expired yet; I'll wait until my clone can be released before we talk about it."

Bibi Dong was speechless, but too lazy to argue with him. Anyway, the matter was already resolved, so let the old spider do whatever he wanted.

however.

Just as Nan Feng was about to approach Tian Dou City.

Buzz—! ! !

A sacred, vast, and dazzling golden light, as bright as the sun, burst forth from the clouds ahead without warning, instantly sealing off the entire sky.

Nan Feng paused, squinting at the figure blocking the road.

The six-winged angel martial soul, the pressure of a level 99 peerless Douluo.

A thousand streams.

Bibi Dong.

Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, his golden pupils filled with scrutiny and solemnity. "How is the situation with the Haotian Sect?"

"Oh, great patron."

Nan Feng raised an eyebrow, showing no fear whatsoever, but instead a mocking expression: "You rushed here in such a hurry, without even asking how many people died in the Spirit Hall this time, and the first thing you asked was about the fate of the Clear Sky Sect."

"What's wrong?"

"Could it be—that Tang Xiao is your illegitimate son?"

"presumptuous!"

Qian Daoliu's face darkened, and a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but then he seemed to realize something, and his brows furrowed tightly.

That tone, that look, and that blatant provocation—

wrong.

This is not Bibi Dong.

It's that "second personality".

That insane personality, created by the backlash of the evil god's power, possessing independent consciousness and even "amnesia".

"Bring Bibi Dong out."

Qian Daoliu said coldly, "I don't want to waste my breath on a madman like you."

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Nan Feng shook his head, looking regretful. "Old bastard, this isn't fun."

"Last time at the Papal Palace, you forced me to self-destruct. Now you've come knocking on my door again, what's wrong with you?"

hum!

A pale white killing god domain suddenly unfolded, rivaling Qian Daoliu's angel domain.

The phantom of the Death Spider King behind Nan Feng let out a silent roar, its heterochromatic pupils burning with a frenzied fighting spirit: "You're unhappy because you didn't kill me last time."

"I still feel—"

"Am I easy to bully now?"

"Want to fight, you old bastard!"

Qian Daoliu narrowed his eyes. He was also curious about how powerful Bibi Dong was now, as well as the strange gray mist domain that had broken the Haotian Battle Formation.

He had no idea that Bibi Dong possessed such abilities. Could it be the power inherited from the evil god?

Thinking of this, the six-winged angel phantom behind Qian Daoliu shone brightly, and the holy golden light pressed down on Nan Feng as if it were a tangible substance.

But just as he was about to test the waters, Nan Feng relinquished control of his body and let Bibi Dong come online.

That violent, insane, and arrogant aura vanished without a trace in an instant.

Instead, there was a deep, cold, deathly silence.

The moment Bibi Dong (her original body) took over the body, a hint of helplessness and annoyance flashed in her eyes. But facing Qian Daoliu's angelic pressure that was about to strike, she did not back down. She simply raised her head coldly, her purple eyes staring directly at Qian Daoliu.

"Great Master, what do you mean by this?"

".——"

Qian Daoliu's hand suddenly froze.

Looking at Bibi Dong, whose temperament had changed drastically in an instant and whose eyes, though cold, held a rationality, he knew that the "madman" had gone into hiding.

Facing a normal Bibi Dong, especially the Pope who had just made a great contribution, it was indeed inappropriate for him, as the Grand Elder, to directly take action.

"snort."

Qian Daoliu snorted coldly, dispersed the golden light, and withdrew his Angel Domain.

"Bibi Dong, what just happened?"

"Why is that crazy personality still appearing? Didn't you say she was severely traumatized?"

"You should ask yourself that," Bibi Dong retorted expressionlessly. "How would I know what happened? Wasn't it you, the Grand Elder, who personally forced her to self-destruct in the side hall last time?"

"Perhaps it was a shock, or perhaps it's a lingering effect."

"If you're really curious, why not go and force her to come out again?"

"As long as you're not afraid of your precious granddaughter crying again."

"you----"

Qian Daoliu was choked and speechless.

"Alright, let's leave this matter aside for now."

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, forcibly changing the subject, and asked the question he cared about most: "How is things going with the Haotian Sect?"

If the Tang family line truly ends, then Tang Chen—

"What if I killed him? What if I didn't?"

Bibi Dong sneered, "Grand Elder, don't you think it's a bit too late for you to ask this now?"

"Where were you when I led my troops into battle? Where were you when we were bleeding and fighting desperately on the front lines? Where were you when those Jin E and his gang were trying to trip me up?"

"You remained silent during the battle, even tacitly allowing your subordinates to slack off. Now that the war is over and I've won, you suddenly appear with a compassionate air, questioning whether I killed anyone?"

"Oh----"

"This behavior is so familiar."

"Just like back then."

"They knew everything, they could have stopped it, but they chose to turn a deaf ear and tacitly allowed everything to happen."

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"What? Now you're trying to play the good guy again?"

"Wouldn't it be nice if you could just stay in the mountains with your precious granddaughter, enjoying your retirement and the bliss of family life?"

"Why bother coming out here—only to humiliate yourself?"

Qian Daoliu's face turned ashen.

In all these years, no one has ever dared to speak to him like that!

"Bibi Dong————"

Qian Daoliu's voice became somewhat hoarse, and the anger in his eyes gradually subsided, replaced by a deep weariness and helplessness.

"I don't want to bring up what happened back then, but the matter of the Clear Sky Sect concerns the life and death of the Spirit Hall."

"If you really push things too far, then it won't just be you who suffers, but also the entire Spirit Hall, and—Xue'er."

"rest assured."

Bibi Dong turned away, no longer looking at him, her gaze fixed on the distance: "I know better than anyone what I'm doing."

"The Haotian Sect is not completely wiped out, and the Tang family has not been extinct either."

"They are alive and well."

"It's even better than before."

"Are you satisfied now, Grand Offering?"

After saying that, Bibi Dong flapped her six purple wings and transformed into a streak of light, flying towards Tian Dou City without looking back.

Qian Daoliu gazed at Bibi Dong's departing figure with a complex expression.

If they weren't all dead, what exactly did Bibi Dong do to the Haotian Sect? Why would she say that she's living better than before?

What exactly does this woman want to do?

Heaven Dou City, Martial Soul Temple.

As the highest authority of the Spirit Hall within the Heaven Dou Empire, this place is usually heavily guarded, and only spirits come and go.

The elite of the teaching profession.

However, today, the atmosphere in the entire temple was unusually somber.

Hundreds of Templar warriors clad in silver armor surrounded the main hall, while cardinals stood guard at various intersections with tense expressions, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Several figures slowly walked in through the main gate of the hall.

The person in the lead was none other than Tang Xiao, the sect master of the Haotian Sect.

Behind him were the Second Elder, Third Elder, Fourth Elder, and Seventh Elder—the four remaining Soul Douluo elders of the Haotian Sect—who had also concealed their auras and wore complex expressions.

They came to keep their appointment.

In the past few days, Bibi Dong has kept her word.

The Spirit Hall army that besieged Haotian Peak has completely withdrawn. The Spirit Hall even issued a public announcement stating that the war has ended and the two sides are currently engaged in "friendly negotiations".

This sincerity, or rather this threat, made Tang Xiao realize that he had no way out.

If they don't come, if they don't keep that humiliating promise, that madwoman will definitely come back without hesitation and completely extinguish the last embers of the Haotian Sect.

"call----"

Standing before the magnificent gates of the temple, Tang Xiao took a deep breath, straightened his slightly worn robes, and then pushed open the heavy door.

"Tang Xiao of the Haotian Sect, accompanied by the sect's elders, has come to pay homage to His Holiness the Pope!"

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