Bibi Dong Was Dumbfounded! Jing Betrayed Her?!

"Not good!"

Alarm bells blared in Bibi Dong's heart as she was just about to control her Martial Soul to counterattack.

Jing merely lifted her foot lightly.

Then, she stomped down.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, nor any dazzling Soul Skill effects.

It was just an ordinary stomp.

"Crack... Boom!!!"

The indestructible Soul Devouring Spider Emperor Avatar, condensed from the Soul Power of a Level 99 Limit Douluo.

That enormous spider head shattered like fragile glass!

Its massive body instantly turned into purple motes of light that scattered into the air.

"Pfft!!!"

Bibi Dong was struck as if by lightning, violently coughing up a mouthful of blood as her face turned deathly pale.

Her Martial Soul Avatar had been so effortlessly destroyed that both her mind and Soul Power suffered severe damage!

Before she could recover from that devastating blow, Jing's figure flashed again and appeared before her.

"..."

Jing reached out, not to slap her, but to seize Bibi Dong by the throat and lift her entire body off the ground.

Bibi Dong's feet dangled in the air as she struggled frantically. The Avatar of her other Death Spider Emperor also roared as it charged over.

Jing did not even look at it, simply throwing a backhanded punch.

An utterly ordinary punch.

"Boom!"

The green Death Spider Emperor Avatar followed in the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor's footsteps, exploding beneath that punch and turning to dust.

Bibi Dong coughed up blood again. The madness and fury in her eyes were gradually replaced by terror.

Her pride, her Twin Martial Souls, her Level 99 limit Soul Power that had allowed her to dominate the continent—before this woman, they were actually... so utterly helpless?

"Jing, you... you truly... are..."

Bibi Dong struggled to squeeze out a few words from her throat.

Jing did not answer.

She merely held Bibi Dong as though carrying a chicken ready for slaughter, then viciously smashed her into the ground!

Boom!!!

The hard floor tiles were smashed into a massive human-shaped crater. Bibi Dong lay at its bottom, her Pope Robe torn to shreds, with no telling how many bones broken. She was in an utterly miserable state.

Jing's figure followed like a shadow, appearing again at the edge of the crater. She planted one foot on Bibi Dong's chest.

"Cough... cough, cough..."

Bibi Dong coughed violently. Every breath was accompanied by piercing agony.

She had lost.

Lost utterly, swiftly, and... humiliatingly.

Inside the grand hall, Golden Crocodile Douluo and the others felt chills run through their entire bodies, cold sweat soaking their backs.

As they looked at the expressionless woman radiating endless oppression, only one thought remained in their hearts.

This woman was a monster!

At the same time.

Outside Jialing Pass, atop a mountain peak with a broad view.

Upon the vast Heavenly Screen, the golden ranking list was clearly visible, the phantom of the Six-winged Angel Martial Soul fixed at fifteenth place.

Qian Renxue stared blankly at the Heavenly Screen, her flawless and delicate face filled with disbelief.

"What?"

Her voice was soft, carrying a trace of confusion.

"My Six-winged Angel Martial Soul... only ranked fifteenth?"

"How is that possible?"

She muttered to herself.

"The Six-winged Angel is a true God-level Spirit! It is a supreme existence capable of inheriting a godhood!"

As the favored daughter of heaven and a peerless genius unseen on the continent for ten thousand years, Qian Renxue had her own pride.

She could accept that someone might work harder than her, but she could not accept that the Martial Soul she had inherited, one capable of looking down upon the world, could only rank so low.

There were twenty places in total.

Fifteenth place.

Did that not mean that ahead of her, there were at least fourteen Martial Souls that surpassed her Six-winged Angel in quality or potential?

This result viciously pierced her proud heart.

Just as Qian Renxue's emotions churned and she struggled to calm herself, a calm, gentle voice sounded by her ear.

"Xue'er, do not get worked up."

Qian Yu stood with his hands behind his back, his gaze also fixed on the Heavenly Screen. His tone was as calm as if he were stating some trivial matter.

"I told you long ago that your Six-winged Angel would rank fifteenth."

Those calm words fell upon Qian Renxue's ears with no less force than a bolt of Nine Heavens Divine Thunder!

Qian Renxue suddenly turned her head and stared blankly at her father.

She remembered.

Just moments ago, not long before, her father had indeed said those words.

At the time, she had merely thought he was joking, trying to comfort her, and had not taken it to heart at all.

But now...

The result on the Heavenly Screen's ranking list was exactly as her father had said!

Qian Renxue was completely stunned.

"Th-this... this is impossible!"

Her voice stammered from shock.

"Father... how... how did you know? How could you possibly know that my Martial Soul would rank fifteenth?"

This was absurd!

It had completely exceeded the limits of her understanding!

Could her father foresee the future?

Or was it that...

A bolder and even more absurd thought surfaced in Qian Renxue's mind.

Unless... her father knew every top-tier Martial Soul on this continent like the back of his hand and could accurately judge their strengths, weaknesses, and potential.

But how could that be possible?

Even a God-level Spirit like the Six-winged Angel could only rank fifteenth. That alone had already overturned common sense.

To understand every Martial Soul so thoroughly would require terrifying power and an intelligence network spanning the entire continent.

The more Qian Renxue thought about it, the more alarmed she became.

She realized that she had perhaps never truly understood the father before her, the man the world called "Wasted."

Seeing his daughter's dazed expression, Qian Yu reached out and lightly tapped her forehead.

"What are you spacing out for?"

"Claim the rewards."

"Ah? Oh!"

Qian Renxue came back to her senses from the tap, her attention returning to the Heavenly Screen.

When she saw the lines of golden reward descriptions clearly, her previous resentment and disappointment were instantly replaced by overwhelming joy.

"What incredible rewards!"

She could not help crying out in surprise, her beautiful eyes sparkling.

"Soul Power Solidification by five times! Th-this means the quality of my Soul Power will rise to a whole new level! My endurance and explosive power in battle will both increase tremendously!"

"The Angel Set Spirit Bone evolves! From ninety-nine thousand years straight to two hundred thousand years!

Heavens! The power of my Angel Set will increase by at least tenfold!"

"A Godly Skill... Angel Descent? It can actually summon other powerful Angels to fight alongside me!

Then wouldn't that mean... I could summon the legendary Twelve-Winged Seraphim, or even Angels from other dimensions!"

The more Qian Renxue spoke, the more excited she became, so delighted that she nearly jumped on the spot.

Any one of these rewards would have been enough to drive a Titled Douluo mad, yet now, every one of them belonged to her!

The disappointment of fifteenth place had long since been thrown beyond the clouds.