Tang Chen: Get Out of My Body! Bibi Dong's Scheme

City of Slaughter.

[Seeing that people had noticed, let me explain: Wei Yuan had visited Douluo Continent several times and harvested all the immortal herbs from the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes. By the time Tang San went to the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Eyes, there was no Snow Swan Kiss left, so the City of Slaughter was not destroyed.]

This was the filthiest, most depraved lawless land on Douluo Continent.

The sky was forever a suffocating blood-colored dusk, while the air was thick with an unshakable stench of blood and sulfur.

At the heart of the city, seated silently upon a throne in a palace piled high with countless bones, was a burly man clad in blood-red heavy armor.

He was the ruler of this city—the King of Slaughter.

His eyes were vacant and crimson, filled with endless brutality and chaos, as though he were a beast that knew only slaughter.

When the Sky Screen's invincible Golden Light tore through the blood-colored heavens above the City of Slaughter, the entire city fell into unprecedented turmoil. Countless Fallen Ones looked up in terror at that holy light, as if they had glimpsed their own doom.

The King of Slaughter slowly raised his head as well.

The Golden Light seemed to sting his vacant eyes, drawing a low growl from him.

The Sky Screen began to play, showing Poseidon's past and Wei Yuan's tragic tale... None of it should have meant anything to him, who retained only the instinct to kill.

Yet when the words "Sea God Island" and "High Priest Poseissi"...

...reached his ears with startling clarity, like an ancient curse spanning the ages, the King of Slaughter's massive body suddenly trembled!

"Bo... Sa... Xi..."

The three dry, hoarse syllables, as though forced out from a rusted machine, struggled from his throat.

The next instant, the frenzied blood-red color in his vacant crimson eyes began to churn violently and recede. A trace of human clarity, filled with pain, regret, and endless longing, struggled to emerge!

"Xiao Xi..."

Under the intense emotional stimulus, Tang Chen's consciousness miraculously reclaimed a sliver of control over his body from that endless sea of blood and chaos!

Who am I?

I am Tang Chen!

Where am I?

The City of Slaughter... I... I lost control and fell into madness!

Countless fragments of memory surged into his mind like a tide:

His agreement with Qian Daoliu, his confession on Sea God Island, Bo Saixi's rejection, his entry into the City of Slaughter to fulfill his vow of "If I do not become a god, I will not return," his acceptance of the Asura God Trial...

And finally, the endless darkness of being parasitized by that damned Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, his mind devoured!

"Ahhh—!"

Tang Chen let out a roar of unbearable agony. This was no longer the beast's roar of the King of Slaughter, but the furious bellow of Clear Sky Douluo Tang Chen!

He remembered!

He remembered everything!

He had been trapped inside his own body, corroded by this filthy energy for decades!

And on the Sky Screen, that hypocrite Poseidon was actually the one who had made Xiao Xi wait her entire life!

"Poseidon... You deserve to die!"

Tang Chen struggled, trying to rise from the bone throne.

He wanted to leave this damned place. He wanted to go to Sea God Island.

He wanted to tell Bo Saixi the truth. Why be some High Priestess? Wouldn't it be better for them to grow old together?

He could even feel his Clear Sky Hammer humming with longing from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness!

But just as he was about to regain control of his body, an icy, utterly evil consciousness surged fiercely back from the depths of his Sea of Consciousness!

It was the will of the Blood Red Nine-Headed Bat King, the evil intent left behind by the Rakshasa God!

"Want to leave? This body is mine! It belongs to the great King of Slaughter!"

A shrill, crazed voice screeched in his mind.

"Get out!"

Tang Chen's consciousness roared.

Blood-colored energy flooded toward the core of his lucid consciousness once more, like a breached dam.

Tang Chen felt as though countless demons were tearing his soul apart. The clarity he had only just regained was like a dying candle in the wind, ready to be snuffed out at any moment.

With all his strength, he condensed his final will into a single sentence and shouted it aloud:

"Xiao Xi... Wait for me...!"

"Boom!"

The clarity in his eyes was ultimately swallowed completely by the surging blood-red color.

The spine that had just straightened slightly slumped once more.

"Roar—!!!"

A beastly roar more violent and more filled with the desire for Destruction than ever before erupted from the King of Slaughter's mouth.

Terrifying killing intent swept through the entire palace, instantly reducing every Fallen One nearby to a mist of blood.

The King of Slaughter sat back upon his throne, his crimson eyes more savage than before.

That brief awakening had made the parasitic evil intent sense a threat. With even greater force, it sealed Tang Chen's consciousness into deeper darkness.

Yet within that bottomless abyss of darkness, Tang Chen's unfinished vow flickered stubbornly like an undying spark.

Wait for me...

No one knew of that fleeting moment of clarity in the City of Slaughter.

Tang Chen's roar and vow were ultimately swallowed by the endless sea of blood and evil intent, returning once more to silence.

Meanwhile, outside, the storm stirred up by the Sky Screen was sweeping across the entirety of Douluo Continent with ever-growing intensity.

Spirit City, Papal Palace.

Bibi Dong sat upon the magnificent papal throne, scepter in hand, with a cold, amused smile on her face.

She had watched the entire Sky Screen.

The Sea God's scandal and the chaos on Sea God Island were an incomparably entertaining spectacle to her.

Seeing a lofty god fall from his altar brought her heartfelt delight.

"Gods? They are nothing special."

Bibi Dong murmured softly, ambition and disdain glimmering in her violet eyes.

Nothing in this world was eternal, indestructible, or flawless.

So-called gods were merely more powerful Soul Masters.

They too had desires and emotions. They too would betray their word for profit.

Yet for some reason, the Godly Inheritance she was undergoing—the Rakshasa God's—had gone silent as well.

At the same time, however, this was undoubtedly an enormous boon to the Soul Hunting Plan she was advancing.

Once the world's reverence for gods began to waver, the resistance to Spirit Hall unifying the continent would be greatly reduced.

And the Sky Screen's final teaser regarding the Angel God made the smile on the corner of her mouth widen further.

"Angel God... Qian Yuhan..."

Bibi Dong lightly tapped her scepter, a flash of pleasure passing through her eyes.

The one she hated most in her life, aside from that man, was the Qian Family's so-called sacred Angel Inheritance.

Now, even the source of that inheritance would be dragged down from its altar and judged by all the people.

She could imagine just how restless that Old Guy in the Worship Hall, Qian Daoliu, must be at this moment.

"Someone."

Bibi Dong spoke indifferently.

"Your Holiness the Pope."

A Cardinal appeared silently and dropped to one knee.

"Pass down my order. Keep close watch on developments across the continent, especially the two great empires of Heaven Dou and Star Luo. At the same time, make sure the Worship Hall keeps itself in line."

Bibi Dong's tone was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.

"The matter of the Sky Screen concerns secrets of the God Realm. Spirit Hall need only wait and see.

Whoever dares stir up trouble at such a time, do not blame me for showing no mercy."