Douluo Continent: Reversing Yin and Yang, the Haotian Palace and the Angel Sect

Seeing Yu Xiaogang's expected posture, Bibi Dong's heart sank. She guessed right. Tang Hao's son.

An uncontrollable rage surged from the depths of Bibi Dong's heart, not because of Tang Hao, but because of the man before her.

"Yu Xiaogang, what makes you think I'd help you?" Bibi Dong laughed angrily, her voice echoing in the empty hall.

"Twenty years have passed. You've disappeared for a full twenty years! And today you've come to me of your own accord, just to beg me to save Tang Hao's son?"

Yu Xiaogang lowered his head, not daring to look into Bibi Dong's eyes.

"Dong'er."

"Shut up! Don't call me Dong'er!" Bibi Dong slammed her hand on the armrest, exuding the power of a pope.

Despite the pressure, Yu Xiaogang raised his head, his eyes bloodshot: "I've found a way for me to break through!"

Bibi Dong's movements stopped, and the oppressive aura pressing down on Yu Xiaogang also faltered.

"I finally understand why I've been stuck at level 29 for so many years. It's because my Luo Sanpao has mutated; it needs an enormous amount of energy to fill the gap!"

Yu Xiaogang's speech quickened, carrying a madness suppressed for many years: "My current method is to use my evil attributes to devour and plunder the cultivation of other Soul Masters! Only by absorbing their life force and soul power can I continue to cultivate!"

The hall fell into a deathly silence.

Bibi Dong sat on the throne, looking through the black veil at the man with the distorted face below the steps, and laughed out of anger.

"Yu Xiaogang, do you know what you're doing?" Bibi Dong stood up and slowly walked down the steps, her skirt trailing on the carpet. She stopped three steps in front of Yu Xiaogang.

"To improve oneself by absorbing the flesh and blood of other Soul Masters, what is this? This is a fallen Soul Master whom everyone on the continent should kill!" Bibi Dong's voice was icy cold.

"Do you know that I could easily fabricate a crime against you right now, arrest you, and even throw you into the Spirit Hall's death row? It would all be perfectly legal, and no one could find fault with it!"

Faced with Bibi Dong's questioning, Yu Xiaogang did not refute it.

He closed his eyes in pain and nodded heavily.

"I know... I know everything. But I have no other way to go."

Yu Xiaogang opened his eyes, his pupils bloodshot. His voice trembled, carrying an undeniable sorrow:

"Because I lacked strength, I was kicked out of the family as a disgrace; because I lacked strength, I lost my father's love; because I lacked strength..."

He stared straight at Bibi Dong, his voice choked with emotion.

I have lost you.

Upon hearing this, Bibi Dong's shoulders trembled almost imperceptibly.

Beneath the veil, her swollen cheeks still throbbed with pain, but in a corner of her heart, those words had brutally opened a breach. Twenty years of pent-up resentment, grievances, and bitterness transformed into a lump in her throat.

She looked at the disheveled man in front of her, her lips moved, but she couldn't utter a single harsh word.

The hall fell silent once more. Only the two people's slightly heavy breathing could be heard.

Seeing Bibi Dong's silent demeanor, Yu Xiaogang knew she had softened. He took a deep breath, took a small step forward, and stared intently at Bibi Dong.

"Dong'er," Yu Xiaogang's voice was low, tinged with a hint of frenzied greed, "your martial souls are the Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor and the Death Spider Emperor. Those are the purest and most supreme evil attributes in the world."

He swallowed hard and made the request he had been planning for so long.

"Xiao San also needs to improve his cultivation, and the soul power he can give me is far too little, not enough for me to break through to the next level. Could you... help me increase my soul power?"

The words fell.

Bibi Dong looked at Yu Xiaogang through her veil.

Twenty years had passed. He came with another man's son, demanding the Spirit Hall's top secrets. He had transformed himself into a blood-sucking monster. Then, standing before her, he matter-of-factly asked her to become "nourishment" for his cultivation as well.

This is utterly absurd.

Bibi Dong didn't speak. She simply raised her right hand slowly.

A rich, dark purple soul power gathered in his palm.

"Bang!"

Yu Xiaogang had no time to react; it felt like a giant hammer had struck his chest. He groaned, and like a kite with a broken string, he was sent flying backward.

The heavy doors crashed open under the influence of soul power, and Yu Xiaogang was sent flying out of the main hall. He tumbled down the white jade steps for more than a dozen steps before barely managing to regain his footing.

The door slammed shut again in front of him with a bang.

Yu Xiaogang clutched his chest and coughed violently, a trickle of blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. He wasn't angry; instead, he lowered his head in surprise.

Just moments after he was knocked away, two things appeared in his hands.

He opened his palm.

It was a scroll sealed with parchment. Beside the scroll lay a dark purple token, carved with a ferocious spider totem.

Yu Xiaogang didn't know what the spider token was for. But he gripped the parchment containing the cultivation method for twin martial souls tightly, and managed a bitter smile.

This trip wasn't in vain. He finally got what he wanted. That woman still had feelings for him.

.......

The first round of the competition has officially begun in Wuhun City.

In the Shrek Academy's rest area, Yu Xiaogang stared at the hourglass. On the stage, the seven members of the Plant Academy were already lined up, and the referee's countdown was about to end.

Fortunately, Flander returned at the last moment and pushed Tang San and the others into the entrance passage: "Get on stage!"

Tang San's eyes were bloodshot, but the abundant soul power he had just gained from breaking through to level 50 made him exceptionally excited. In the subsequent match, his newly acquired ten-thousand-year evil soul ring displayed its insidious suppressive power. Relying on the death energy and corrosiveness attached to the "Netherworld Death Calamity," the plant-type martial souls of the Plant Academy were completely suppressed, and Shrek Academy secured their first victory without any major incident.

The next match made Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing clench their fists instantly: Star Luo Royal Team One. A fateful showdown, unavoidable.

On the other side of the arena, the Heavenly Dou Royal Second Team also faced their opponent, the Divine Wind Academy.

The two teams faced off on the stage. Feng Xiaotian, the captain of Shenfeng Academy, looked at the opposing team, his gaze passing over the front row and landing on a short-haired girl. He scratched the back of his head and coughed lightly.

"Cousin, could you plead with your captain later to go easy on him?"

The girl was Feng Qing, who had already reached level thirty-six. Hearing her cousin's pathetic words, she crossed her arms and bluntly retorted, "Cousin, you'd better stop messing around with your half-baked self-created soul skill. Think back to when Third Brother cleaved the arena with his sword, then compare it to your move—aren't you ashamed?"