The Golden Ranking's Fourteenth Revealed! Bibi Dong Betrayed!

Yu Xiaogang's tone carried a lofty indifference, as though merely mentioning that name was beneath him.

Hearing this, no one continued the discussion.

Indeed, if he had not been Bibi Dong's husband and Spirit Hall's former Saint Son, they would not even have mentioned his name in conversation.

In their eyes, he did not deserve a name.

Just then, a cry of surprise drew everyone's attention back to the Heavenly Screen.

"Wow! What incredible rewards!"

Oscar's eyes widened as he stared at the lines of golden reward descriptions on the Heavenly Screen, practically drooling.

Everyone from Shrek looked over, their faces filled with envy as well.

Even Zhu Zhuqing's cool voice carried a trace of agitation.

"All Spirit Rings under her name will be raised to Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings?!"

"Th-this is a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring! Any one of them would be enough to stir up a bloody storm across the continent. Isn't this reward far too generous?!"

Her breathing had become slightly hurried.

A Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring was a dream that many Titled Douluo could never attain in their entire lives.

Yet the Heavenly Screen's reward would directly raise all Spirit Rings to that level!

Ning Rongrong pouted her rosy lips and counted on her fingers before letting out a miserable cry.

"Bibi Dong has Twin Martial Souls... Doesn't that mean she instantly has eighteen Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings?!"

That number made everyone present suck in a cold breath.

Eighteen Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings!

What kind of concept was that?

Ning Rongrong felt a wave of helplessness rise within her.

After all her hard work, she had only reached the hundred-thousand-year level through a God-Bestowed Spirit Ring. Compared to Bibi Dong, the difference was like heaven and earth.

The gap was simply too vast.

At the easternmost edge of Douluo Continent lay a vast, unknown territory.

This place was called the Great Tang Empire.

Within its magnificent golden palace, dragons and phoenixes were carved everywhere, exuding an imposing grandeur.

A woman dressed in imperial dragon robes and wearing a crown sat upon the supreme throne, reviewing the Memorials in her hands.

Her features were as picturesque as a painting, yet she possessed an innate imperial majesty. Every gesture radiated the authority of one who ruled the world.

She was Wu Zetian, the Empress of the Great Tang Empire.

With a light stroke of her vermilion brush, she finished handling a matter of state. Then she raised her head and gazed at the sky beyond the window, a rare tenderness and longing appearing in her phoenix eyes.

"I wonder how Brother Qian Yu is doing now?"

Her soft murmur echoed through the empty hall.

Just then, golden light burst across the heavens, and the previously frozen ranking display underwent a new change.

A capable-looking woman dressed in palace robes hurried to the side of the throne and reported softly.

"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Screen has updated."

The newcomer was none other than the Empress's trusted right-hand woman, Shangguan Wan'er.

She raised her head toward the Heavenly Screen and read out the name displayed there.

"Fourteenth place: Twin Martial Souls, Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor. Holder: Bibi Dong."

"So it is that woman, Bibi Dong."

Shangguan Wan'er's tone held a trace of barely perceptible disdain.

Wu Zetian withdrew her gaze, her eyes settling on the Heavenly Screen. Her expression remained calm and unruffled.

"Twin Martial Souls, both top-tier. Her ranking at fourteenth is reasonable enough."

Her voice was flat, as though she were merely stating a fact. She clearly did not care much about this ranking.

Then she murmured to herself.

"I simply wonder what rank my Martial Soul will reach."

A flicker of curiosity and anticipation passed through her phoenix eyes.

Upon hearing the Empress's murmur, Shangguan Wan'er immediately bowed, her face filled with absolute confidence and reverence.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

"How could Bibi Dong possibly compare with Your Majesty? In Jixia Academy, we could pick anyone at random, and they would be far stronger than her."

"Your Majesty's Martial Soul is ordained by fate itself, an existence that suppresses the National Destiny. On this Spirit Ranking, it will certainly rank among the top five!"

Shangguan Wan'er's tone was resolute.

After speaking, curiosity appeared in her eyes as well.

"Wan'er is also curious about where her own Martial Soul will rank."

Wu Zetian listened to her words, the corners of her lips lifting slightly before she swiftly resumed her imperial dignity.

She glanced once more at Bibi Dong's name on the Heavenly Screen, and a hint of coldness entered her eyes.

"In the past, we maintained friendly ties with Spirit Hall out of consideration for Brother Qian Yu."

"Now that Brother Qian Yu has divorced her, our Great Tang has no need to spare that woman's dignity any longer."

Wu Zetian's voice was not loud, but it carried an unchallengeable decisiveness.

"Pass down the order: if she dares enter Great Tang territory again, there is no need to report it. Drive her out immediately."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Shangguan Wan'er immediately accepted the order, her face showing indignation as well.

"That woman Bibi Dong is truly Ungrateful and Unjust!"

"Brother Qian Yu treated her so well, yet she dared treat him like this. She is nothing but an ungrateful wretch!"

Shangguan Wan'er clenched her fists, a murderous glint flashing through her eyes.

"If Wan'er sees her again, I will certainly teach her a proper lesson and vent Brother Qian Yu's anger!"

Inside Pope Palace at Jialing Pass, the atmosphere was oppressive, as though it had solidified into lead.

Bibi Dong reclined against the cold Pope Throne. Her exquisitely beautiful face was covered in an unnatural flush and pallor, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"Hiss..."

She merely shifted her body a little, yet piercing pain surged from her cheeks, back, and even her buttocks, making her suck in a cold breath.

That damned woman Jing had struck far too heavily!

The bruises and burning pain clung to her like maggots to bone, constantly reminding her of the unparalleled humiliation she had just suffered.

That foot pressing against her chest, those condescending eyes, and the countless gazes outside the hall—reverent, terrified, and even gloating...

All of it humiliated and enraged her far more than the pain in her body.

She, the mighty Pope of Spirit Hall and supreme ruler of the continent, had been publicly humiliated by her own subordinate!

This was the most complete trampling of her authority!

"Teacher, are... are you all right?"

Hu Liena stood to one side, looking at Bibi Dong's bedraggled state with concern and heartache in her eyes as she cautiously asked.

Hearing this, Bibi Dong abruptly raised her head. Blazing fury burned in her violet eyes, and her voice became shrill with rage.

"Do I look all right?!"

Hu Liena trembled at the sudden outburst, hurriedly lowering her head and not daring to say another word.

Bibi Dong took several heavy breaths. Her chest rose and fell with agitation, tugging at her wounds again and making her bare her teeth in pain.

She forced herself to calm down and leaned back against the throne, her eyes full of confusion and incomprehension.

"When all is said and done, why did Jing betray me?"