Generous Rewards on the Golden Ranking List! Bibi Dong Attacks Sky Water City?!

Seeing her own name, the originally icy expression on Bibi Dong's face softened slightly, and a proud smile even tugged at the corners of her mouth.

"Did you see that?"

"This is what strength is."

Immediately following, the introduction for the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared.

A giant scythe, pitch-black from end to end and radiating an aura of endless evil, appeared in the sky.

Green poisonous mist coiled around the blade.

The surrounding space seemed to be sliced apart by the sharp edge, revealing fine, hairline cracks.

[Effect: Divine Artifact of the Rakshasa God.]

[Contains ultimate evil and lethal poison; touch means instant death, corroding all things.]

[Possesses the power to manipulate space; can tear through the void to perform teleportation and spatial cutting.]

[Evil Thought Devour: Can devour an enemy's negative emotions and soul, converting them into the user's power.]

As soon as this scythe appeared, the entire Martial Soul City was shrouded in a chilling, gloomy aura.

Countless soul masters felt their souls tremble, as if the Grim Reaper had gripped them by the throat.

This was the pressure of a divine artifact!

However.

The smile on Bibi Dong's face did not last long.

As the introduction concluded, her brows gradually furrowed.

Ninth place?

Her Rakshasa Demon Scythe, a dignified divine artifact passed down by a god, was actually only ranked ninth?

It didn't even make the top five?

"How is this possible..."

Bibi Dong gripped the scepter in her hand tightly; the joy in her heart vanished, replaced by a deep sense of loss and unwillingness.

That broken flower of Xiao Wu's was tenth place.

Her divine artifact was actually only one rank higher than that flower?

Was this an insult to her?

Qian Renxue looked at the rankings, and although she didn't speak, a trace of shock flickered in her eyes.

Even her mother's divine artifact could only rank ninth.

Just what kind of terrifying existences were the treasures that the Skywater City Lord was about to bestow for the top spots?

Five miles outside Skywater City.

The temporary camp of Shrek Academy.

Tang San sat on a large rock, holding a water skin, his brows locked in a frown.

A long time had already passed.

According to the plan, Yu Xiaogang had taken Xiao Wu and Fatty to scout for information and should have returned long ago.

"Master is really unreliable when it comes to getting things done."

Tang San tossed the water skin onto the ground with a hint of irritation.

"If he can't even handle such a small matter, how can he coordinate the big picture?"

His tone carried a trace of resentment.

Although he respected Yu Xiaogang, deep down, as his own strength increased, his reliance on and awe of Yu Xiaogang were not what they once were.

Especially now that he was a god-rank successor, while Yu Xiaogang remained a failure.

"Third Brother, don't worry."

Oscar leaned over, handed him a sausage, and smiled ingratiatingly:

"Master is so smart; he's surely just negotiating with the Skywater City Lord."

"Besides, Xiao Wu is there too. Even if the negotiations fail, with Xiao Wu's current strength, no one can hurt them."

Dai Mubai also nodded:

"Exactly, you're too tense, Tang San."

"In this world, besides Martial Soul Hall, who else would dare to touch our people from Shrek?"

Hearing this, Tang San's expression softened slightly.

That was true.

Xiao Wu had obtained a god-level treasure, and her strength had skyrocketed.

Even for a Titled Douluo, it would not necessarily be easy to keep her contained.

Just then, the list on the firmament announced the ninth place.

Seeing the three characters "Bibi Dong," Tang San's eyes instantly turned cold.

But when he saw the ranking and the description clearly, he couldn't help but scoff out loud.

"Ninth place?"

Tang San stood up, hands behind his back, a look of disdain appearing on his face.

"The dignified Pope of Martial Soul Hall, the so-called inheritor of a god."

"The strongest weapon in her hand can't even make it into the top five, lingering only at the very end."

"It seems this Bibi Dong is nothing more than that."

"Her reputation is merely exaggerated."

Ning Rongrong immediately chimed in, her eyes filled with adoring little stars:

"That goes without saying!"

"How could Bibi Dong compare to Third Brother?"

"Third Brother is the Child of Destiny. When Third Brother makes the list, he will definitely be number one!"

"By then, that old hag won't even be fit to carry Third Brother's shoes!"

The crowd burst into laughter, and the air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

They seemed to have already envisioned the scene of Tang San reaching the top of the list, stepping on Bibi Dong, and crushing Skywater City.

Right amidst this laughter and joy.

A series of hurried and chaotic footsteps came from the woods in the distance.

"Help... help me..."

The smile on Tang San's face stiffened, and he turned his head abruptly.

He saw two disheveled figures stumbling out.

The fat man in front was covered in mud, his hands clutching his crotch, with a large, glaring patch of blood on his pants, walking with a limp like a duck.

The middle-aged man behind him had hair as messy as a bird's nest, his chest covered in splattered blood, his face as pale as a sheet of paper, his eyes unfocused, and he was still neurotically muttering something about "four hundred and twenty-three."

It was none other than Ma Hongjun and Yu Xiaogang.

The crowd, who had been busy flattering Tang San, instantly fell silent as if they were ducks whose necks had been throttled.

Tang San's pupils contracted violently, and his heart sank.

A sense of foreboding instantly enveloped his entire body.

"Fatty? Teacher?!"

He rushed forward in a few strides to steady the swaying Yu Xiaogang.

His gaze fell upon Ma Hongjun's blood-soaked crotch.

"What happened?!"

"What on earth happened?!"

At the same time, the golden list in the sky trembled violently.

The image, which had previously only displayed text, suddenly took on a touch of scarlet.

The pitch-black Rakshasa Demon Scythe seemed to possess a life of its own at this moment, greedily devouring the surrounding light.

Bibi Dong's originally gloomy expression underwent subtle changes as a new line of small text appeared on the firmament.

[Divine Artifact Evolution: Rakshasa Demon Scythe: True]

[New Trait: Bloodthirst]

[Note: Every soul that dies under the scythe is transformed into pure soul power to feed back to the wielder. Kill one, gain one part; slaughter ten thousand cities, and one may reach godhood. Ignores level bottlenecks until the peak of the god level.]

Immediately following this, a blood-red pillar of light descended from the sky, directly enveloping Bibi Dong inside the Pope Palace.

In addition to the surge in the aura of the demon scythe, a soul ring, red to the point of being black, floated quietly before her.

A hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

Moreover, it was a top-tier God-Bestowed Soul Ring with no attribute restrictions, capable of replacing any of her existing soul rings at will.

Inside the Pope Palace, the oppressive feeling that had almost solidified the air instantly dissipated by more than half.

Bibi Dong reached out, her slender fingers brushing gently over the hundred-thousand-year soul ring, and the immense energy transmitted from her fingertips swept away the gloom in her eyes.

Although it was only ninth place.

The richness of the reward far exceeded her expectations.

Especially that "Bloodthirst" trait.

For Martial Soul Hall, which was about to launch a continental war, it was a divine skill tailor-made for them.

As long as the war began, this scythe would allow her to grow infinitely stronger through slaughter.