Bibi Dong Gives Birth

In the short process of Xia Yang deploying two layers of defense in succession, the Soul Power condensed on Tang Xiao's fingertips had reached an extremely terrifying level.

On the fingertips, the concentrated energy light points emitted a dazzling light.

Tang Xiao watched Xia Yang's series of defensive actions with cold eyes and did not interrupt.

It wasn't until Xia Yang was ready that he spat out a few words coldly.

"Fifth Soul Skill: Brilliant Explosion."

A black Ten Thousand Year Soul Ring slowly rose from the feet of Tang Xiao.

"Boom--!!!"

Then, a deafening explosion suddenly erupted from the small courtyard where Xia Yang lives!

The dazzling light produced by the explosion instantly swallowed up the figure of Xia Yang.

The shield formed by Primal Chaos Genuine Qi around Xia Yang's body, as well as the purple Susanoo Armor inside, only lasted less than three seconds in the face of this devastating explosive force!

"Crack... bang!"

First, like fragile glass, the zhenqi shield was forcibly crushed by the violent shock wave, collapsed instantly, and retracted into Xia Yang's body.

Immediately afterwards, the purple energy armor also let out an overwhelmed whine, shattered into pieces, and turned into countless purple light particles, which completely dissipated in the air.

At the same time, like a kite with a broken string, a figure flew out from the explosion flames and smoke that had not yet dissipated!

Looking carefully, the person who was blown away was none other than Xia Yang!

At this moment, Xia Yang was seen, his clothes were torn, and his exposed skin was burnt black.

Xia Yang spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The blood drew a dazzling red arc in the air.

Immediately afterwards, Xia Yang's body hit the wall of the courtyard heavily.

"Bang!!!"

After a dull loud noise, several obvious cracks appeared on the wall.

Then, Xia Yang slipped weakly from the wall and fell heavily to the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Tang Xiao walked slowly to Xia Yang, who was collapsed on the ground, and looked down at him condescendingly.

Tang Xiao's voice was cold and emotionless.

Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xia Yang's heart.

"I don't want to say it a second time."

"Mister Xia, please listen clearly."

"From now on, when you are instructing Yuehua to practice, you'd better be more conscious and keep a sufficient distance from her."

"Otherwise..."

Tang Xiao's eyes flashed with an undisguised coldness.

"Next time, I can't guarantee whether something that no one wants to see and cannot bear to say will happen."

After saying that, Tang Xiao no longer looked at Xia Yang on the ground, turned around, took steady steps, and disappeared into the deep night.

"Pfft--"

It wasn't until Tang Xiao's figure completely disappeared that Xia Yang suddenly spat out another mouthful of scarlet blood.

Blood stained the ground in front of Xia Yang.

Then, Xia Yang struggled to support his body with his arms.

He felt the severe pain that felt like his whole body was falling apart, and he slowly and reluctantly got up from the ground.

Unexpectedly, there was no hysterical anger or gnashing of teeth on Xia Yang's face.

He just wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand in unusual silence, and then slowly patted away the dust and debris on his body, his movements slow but with a strange calmness.

After doing all this, Xia Yang staggered back to his room step by step.

It's quiet at night.

Xia Yang was lying on the bed, the pain on his body came in waves, but he was not sleepy at all.

He just kept his eyes open, staring motionlessly at the dim and unclear outline of the roof above his head.

In the darkness, Xia Yang's eyes were deep and complicated. No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

Just when Xia Yang was immersed in his own thoughts, silently licking his wounds and planning for the future.

Far away in the Spirit Hall, a major event that is connected by his blood, but that Xia Yang is not aware of yet, is quietly happening.

In the private garden residence where Spirit Hall and Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan belong.

Heart-rending cries of pain kept coming from the closed door, breaking the tranquility of the night.

The room was brightly lit, full of people, and filled with an atmosphere of tension and expectation.

Outside the house, Chrysanthemum Douluo, who had always been elegant and calm, seemed restless at the moment.

At this time, Chrysanthemum Douluo was pacing back and forth in the corridor with a frown on his face, his hands clasped together from time to time, and his well-groomed nails almost dug into his palms.

"Why hasn't it been born yet?"

"It's just a child, how can it be so difficult..."

Chrysanthemum Douluo lowered his voice and couldn't help mumbling to himself.

His eyes frequently glanced at the door that blocked his view, and his worry was palpable.

Inside the house, the midwife's anxious encouragement could be heard clearly.

"Holy girl, try harder!"

"The child is quite big and is a little stuck. You have to work harder!"

"Uh-ah!"

Bibi Dong's response was filled with pain and struggle that exhausted all his strength.

On the bed, Bibi Dong was sweating profusely.

The originally beautiful long hair had long been soaked with sweat and lay messy on her cheeks and neck.

At this time, Bibi Dong looked as if he had just been fished out of the water.

Looking back in time.

It turned out that about a year ago, after the night of the break between Xia Yang and Bibi Dong, when Xia Yang left Spirit City for a while, Bibi Dong was shocked to realize the changes in her body - she was pregnant.

As the days passed, Bibi Dong's belly gradually swelled.

Soon, the secret could no longer be kept secret.

Finally, the message reached the ears of Pope Qian Xunji.

The furious Qian Xunji immediately ordered Bibi Dong to abort the child in order to eliminate Future Trouble and maintain the "pure" image of the saint Spirit Hall.

However, to Qian Xunji's surprise, his disciple, who had always been quite obedient to him, showed unprecedented stubbornness and determination this time.

Bibi Dong refused without hesitation. She insisted on keeping this last contact with Xia Yang.

The master and the apprentice broke up unhappy due to this incident, and their relationship dropped to a freezing point.

Soon, Bibi Dong was officially stripped of her status as a saint.

Fortunately, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan still thinks about the brief master-disciple relationship with Xia Yang, as well as a little pity for the junior Bibi Dong.

Therefore, during this difficult period in the past, it was Chrysanthemum Douluo who provided care and shelter in secret.

Even, in the last month before Bibi Dong was due to give birth, Chrysanthemum Douluo took the risk to place her in his own garden.

In order to prevent Bibi Dong from being treated more harshly and getting involved in more troubles.

And today is the day Bibi Dong gives birth.

However, the birth process seemed unusually difficult and long.

"Oh, the pregnancy lasted longer than ordinary women, and the birth was so dangerous..."

"Xia Yang ah Xia Yang, you kid is really annoying."

"Even when it's produced, it's so different."