Bibi Dong smiled and praised, "Yu Xiaogang, you're still as smart as ever."
"Why? Your Majesty, why do you want to kill me? Weren't we happy when we were together? Have you forgotten that we once traveled to Coconut Grove City together? Weren't we very happy back then?"
Yu Xiaogang tried to awaken some beautiful memories in Bibi Dong's heart, hoping she would spare his life.
"Yu Xiaogang, since you're going to die, I'll let you die knowing the truth. Because I have found the love of my life."
"The love of your life?"
"That's right. I don't want anyone to bring up the past anymore. You could have just accepted being a loser, but you had to prove yourself. And you even became the leader of Blazing Academy. You just had to show up in my world again."
Yu Xiaogang's eyes dulled. So that was it. The real reason Bibi Dong wanted to kill him wasn't because of their breakup—it was because of someone else. To prevent misunderstandings? Just because he appeared in front of her?
"Before you die, do you have any last words?" Bibi Dong asked indifferently.
"I have a disciple. Can you please let him go?"
As he faced death, the image of Tang San flashed in Yu Xiaogang's mind. If he died, as long as Tang San lived, his legacy would continue. Tang San had inherited his teachings—his proof of worth.
"Can't."
"That's all I ask."
"Tang San is the son of Clear Sky Douluo, Tang Hao. Don't think I don't know that."
"His father is just a blacksmith in the village."
"Haha, Yu Xiaogang, you should stop trying to fool me with that kind of bullshit. You still don't seem to understand who you're talking to. The woman standing before you is the Pope of Spirit Hall."
Bibi Dong chuckled sarcastically and stared at Yu Xiaogang. "Any last words?"
"Bibi Dong, if you won't even spare Tang San, then I won't forgive you, even if I become a ghost!" Yu Xiaogang clenched his fists and looked at the woman in front of him, a woman who now felt like a stranger.
"Then you'd better make sure you become a ghost."
Bibi Dong narrowed her eyes and didn't bother wasting more words. A black spirit ring lit up beneath her feet.
Sixth Spirit Skill: Eternal Creation – Eternal Wounds
Two emerald-green giant sickles materialized, slashing out a massive green fork-shaped ripple. One of Bibi Dong's most ruthless single-target attack abilities. Physical defense was useless against it, and energy defense was reduced by fifty percent. Once hit, the wounds would spread endlessly, only slowed by spirit power—until the victim's spirit power ran out, and they died.
Two intersecting green ripples shot toward Yu Xiaogang. He hadn't even summoned his martial spirit. No—he had given up resisting. He knew he wasn't Bibi Dong's match.
The Eternal Wounds left two deep scars across Yu Xiaogang's chest. Maybe Bibi Dong had held back, controlling the power of her spirit skill—because the attack didn't kill him immediately. Blood flowed out as the wounds began to spread across his body.
Yu Xiaogang had to pour his spirit power into resisting the wounds' spread. He looked at Bibi Dong with deep sorrow, as if he couldn't believe she could be this ruthless. It wasn't just about killing him—she wanted him to suffer.
Bibi Dong didn't even spare him another glance. Any feelings she once had for him had long since faded. Now, her heart was fully devoted to Ye Feng, a shift orchestrated by the system. She felt nothing but hatred for Yu Xiaogang now—no love remained.
"Yu Xiaogang, enjoy whatever little time you have left."
As soon as Bibi Dong finished speaking, a ripple appeared in the space around her. Just as silently as she had come, she disappeared.
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Prince's Mansion
"Porpoise Douluo, she really appeared?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Just to help Ye Feng out?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Haha, she really went out of her way. Came all the way from Spirit City to Heaven Dou City just for Ye Feng?"
"Miss, maybe she had another reason?"
"Who knows. But she cares so much about Ye Feng... Could he be connected to our Spirit Hall?"
"I can't confirm that. Ye Feng is the son of Ye Wan'er and Ye Aotian, carrying the bloodline of the Nine Heart Begonia Clan. That clan has always remained neutral between the two empires and Spirit Hall. Also, Ye Feng once saved the old poison master from Chrysanthemum Douluo. Based on my calculations, Ye Feng is not one of our Spirit Hall members. At least, not yet."
"You said she took Ye Feng away immediately. Did she talk to him?"
"Yes."
"Do you know what they talked about?"
"Miss, she is the Pope. I didn't dare follow too closely in case she noticed me. I don't know what they discussed."
"Oh."
Xue Qinghe responded with a slight frown, falling into deep thought. He was extremely curious about what Bibi Dong and Ye Feng had talked about.
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The Next Day – Great Spirit Arena
"The thirteenth match of the preliminaries: Blazing Academy versus Skywater Academy! Both teams, please enter the stage!"
As the host's voice echoed, Tang San, Dai Mubai, Huo Wu, Huo Wushuang, and the other spirit masters stepped onto the stage for Blazing Academy.
Skywater Academy only accepted female students—and only the most beautiful ones. Facing Blazing Academy, another one of the Five Elemental Academies, Skywater Academy dared not be careless. Their captain, Shui Bing'er, led six core members onto the battlefield.
Water suppressed fire—so did ice. The moment the battle started, Blazing Academy was overwhelmed by Tianshui Academy.
Fortunately, they had Dai Mubai and Tang San—especially Tang San, whose Eight Spider Lances and Clear Sky Hammer gave him an edge. Thanks to Ye Feng's intervention and guidance, Tang San had even added spirit rings to his Clear Sky Hammer martial spirit.
In the end, Blazing Academy didn't end in a tie with Skywater Academy—they won.
"Clear Sky Hammer!"
"He's actually from the Clear Sky Clan!"
Though Tang San had won, he had also exposed himself. The Clear Sky Hammer had been his trump card for the finals. But he didn't regret it.
He had one goal—to inherit Yu Xiaogang's last wish. He would keep competing, stand out, win the championship, and prove his teacher's worth.
"Tang San won, as expected," Ye Feng said with a smile.
"He wields the Clear Sky Hammer, an ultimate power. Of course, it was expected," Liu Erlong echoed.
"Ye Feng, Liu Erlong."
Zhao Wuji approached them, his expression heavy. "I have some bad news. You'd better prepare yourselves."
"Oh? What's the bad news? Did Boss Fu's real estate business go bankrupt?" Liu Erlong joked.
"No."
"Did something happen at Shrek Academy?"
"No."
"Neither? Then what bad news is there?" Liu Erlong looked at him curiously.
"Ye Feng, Liu Erlong... I just got word. The Grandmaster is dead."
Zhao Wuji lowered his head, grief in his voice.
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