The Golden Ranking List's Generous Rewards! Bibi Dong Makes Her Move Against Skywater City?!

Seeing her name, Bibi Dong's usually cold expression softened, and even a hint of pride appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"See that?"

"That's what real strength looks like."

Right after that, the description of the Rakshasa Demon Scythe appeared.

A gigantic scythe, jet-black from end to end and radiating an endless aura of evil, appeared in the Sky Screen.

Green poisonous mist curled around its blade.

The space around it seemed to be cleaved by the razor-sharp blade, forming fine cracks.

[Effect: Divine artifact of the Rakshasa God.]

[Contains the ultimate evil and deadly poison. Touch it and die; it corrodes all things.]

[Possesses the power to manipulate space. It can tear through the void, teleport instantly, and slice through space.]

[Negative Thought Devouring: Can devour an enemy's negative emotions and soul, converting them into the wielder's power.]

As soon as the scythe appeared, a chilling aura enveloped the entire Spirit City.

Countless Soul Masters felt their souls tremble, as if the Grim Reaper had them by the throat.

That was the might of a divine artifact!

However.

The smile on Bibi Dong's face didn't last long.

As the description ended, her brows gradually furrowed.

Ninth place?

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

It hadn't even made the top five?

"How is that possible..."

Bibi Dong tightened her grip on Iudex's Cane. The joy in her heart vanished, replaced by deep disappointment and resentment.

That little Xiao Wu's broken flower had ranked tenth.

Her divine artifact was only one place above that flower?

Was this an insult to her?

Qian Renxue looked at the ranking list without saying a word, but a trace of shock showed in her eyes.

Even her mother's divine artifact had only ranked ninth.

Just what kind of terrifying treasures had the Skywater City Lord bestowed upon the top few?

Five li outside Skywater City.

The Shrek Academy's temporary camp.

Tang San sat on a large rock, holding a waterskin, his brows tightly knit.

A long time had already passed.

According to plan, his teacher had taken Xiao Wu and Fatty to gather information. They should have been back long ago.

"Grandmaster is completely unreliable."

Tang San irritably tossed the waterskin onto the ground.

"If he can't even handle this little thing, how can he coordinate the bigger picture?"

There was a hint of resentment in his voice.

Though he respected Yu Xiaogang, deep down, as his strength increased, his reliance on and reverence for Yu Xiaogang had dwindled.

Especially now that he was an inheritor of a god's position, while Yu Xiaogang was still a useless cripple.

"Third Brother, don't worry."

Oscar came over and offered him a sausage, smiling obsequiously.

"Grandmaster's so clever. He must be negotiating with the Skywater City Lord."

"Besides, Xiao Wu's with him. Even if they can't reach an agreement, no one can hurt them with Xiao Wu's strength now."

Dai Mubai nodded too.

"Exactly. You're too tense, San."

"Besides Spirit Hall, who in the world would dare lay a hand on anyone from Shrek?"

Tang San's expression eased a little at that.

True.

Xiao Wu had obtained a divine treasure, and her strength had soared.

Even a Titled Douluo might not be able to keep her there.

Just then, the Sky Screen announced the ninth-ranked entry.

When Tang San saw the name "Bibi Dong," his gaze turned icy.

But once he read the ranking and description, he couldn't help but scoff.

"Ninth place?"

Tang San rose to his feet and clasped his hands behind his back, a look of disdain on his face.

"The dignified Pope of Spirit Hall, supposedly an inheritor of a god's power."

"The most powerful weapon in her hands can't even make the top five. It's stuck languishing near the bottom."

"Looks like Bibi Dong isn't all that."

"Her reputation is undeserved, that's all."

Ning Rongrong immediately chimed in, her eyes full of little stars of admiration.

"Of course!"

"How could Bibi Dong compare to Third Brother?"

"Third Brother is the chosen one. When he makes the ranking, he'll definitely be number one!"

"By then, that old witch won't even be worthy of putting on Third Brother's shoes!"

Everyone burst into laughter, the air filled with merriment.

They seemed to have already pictured Tang San claiming the top spot, trampling Bibi Dong underfoot and beating Skywater City into submission.

Amid their laughter and cheerful chatter,

a flurry of hurried, uneven footsteps came from the woods in the distance.

"H-help..."

The smile on Tang San's face froze, and he spun around.

Two disheveled figures came stumbling out.

The plump figure in front was covered in mud, both hands clutched over his crotch. A glaring patch of blood stained his pants, and he limped along like a duck.

Behind him, a middle-aged man's hair was as disheveled as a bird's nest. His shirt was spattered with blood across the chest, his face as pale as paper, and his eyes unfocused. He kept muttering something about "four hundred and twenty-three" in a disturbed voice.

They were Ma Hongjun and Yu Xiaogang.

The people who had been praising Tang San fell silent at once, like ducks seized by the throat.

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

An ominous feeling instantly enveloped him.

"Fatty? Teacher?!"

He rushed forward and caught Yu Xiaogang as he teetered on the verge of collapse.

His gaze fell on the bloodied, mangled crotch of Ma Hongjun's pants.

"What happened?!"

"What on earth happened?!"

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

The image, which had previously shown only text, suddenly gained a streak of crimson.

At that moment, the ink-black Rakshasa Demon Scythe seemed to come alive, greedily swallowing the light around it.

The gloom on Bibi Dong's face began to shift in subtle ways as a new line of text appeared on the Sky Screen.

[Divine Artifact Evolution: Rakshasa Demon Scythe: True]

[New Trait: Bloodthirst]

[Note: The souls of all who die beneath the scythe will be turned into pure Soul Power and returned to its wielder. Each kill makes it stronger; a thousand cities slaughtered could lead to godhood. It ignores level bottlenecks until the wielder reaches the divine peak.]

Immediately afterward, a blood-red pillar of light descended from the heavens, shining directly down on Bibi Dong inside the Pope Palace.

Along with the surging aura of the Demon Scythe, a red-black Soul Ring appeared before her, hovering silently.

A Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring.

And not just any Soul Ring—it was a supreme God-Given Soul Ring with no attribute restrictions, one that could replace any of her existing Soul Rings at will.

Inside the Pope Palace, the oppressive atmosphere, which had almost frozen the air solid, instantly dissipated.

Bibi Dong reached out and gently brushed her slender fingers over the Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring. The immense energy she felt at her fingertips swept away the gloom in her eyes.

Although it was only ninth place,

the rewards were far more generous than she had expected.

Especially that Bloodthirst trait.

For Spirit Hall, on the verge of launching a war across the continent, it was practically a divine skill made to order.

Once the war began, the scythe would let her grow stronger without limit through slaughter.