Piercing screams echoed through the Pontiff's Hall. Yu Xiaogang felt an icy chill in his lower body, followed by a spray of blood—he discovered in horror that both his legs and his manhood had been severed at the root! His eyes widened as he stared in disbelief at the woman he had once loved so deeply. Pain and humiliation twisted together as he rasped out a curse, "Bibi Dong, you venomous woman! Why did you do this to me? How dare you..."
The pain grew ever more intense, yet Bibi Dong showed no intention of saving him. Yu Xiaogang finally panicked and begged incoherently, "Quick, get someone to save me! It can still be reattached!" At last, he understood that this woman no longer held even the slightest affection for him. A cold smile hung on Bibi Dong's lips as she ordered in a low voice, "Someone, throw these two pieces of trash out of Spirit City. Oh, and stop that man's bleeding first. Don't let him die here. Bad luck."
A healing-type Soul Master hurried inside and cautiously asked, "Your Excellency the Pontiff, should these legs... be reattached?" Without even turning around, Bibi Dong waved her hand. The severed limbs on the floor instantly exploded into a mist of blood, and a thick stench of blood spread through the hall. The healing Soul Master immediately understood and only gave Yu Xiaogang a simple bandaging. Witnessing this, Yu Xiaogang's blood surged with rage, and he fainted on the spot—he had never imagined Bibi Dong could be so merciless. His heart was filled with regret, and he hated himself for coming here to gamble on such an empty possibility.
After receiving basic treatment, Yu Xiaogang and the severely injured Tang San were dragged out of Spirit City like garbage. Watching the