Nan Feng: Where Did This Old Mongrel Come From?

Half an hour later.

"Creak—"

The palace doors were gently pushed open.

Qian Daoliu walked in alone. He glanced at Qian Renxue, who was guarding the bedside, and said softly, "Xue'er, you go out for a bit. Grandpa has some things to ask your mother."

"Grandpa..."

Qian Renxue hesitated. She looked at Bibi Dong, who hadn't woken up on the bed, and whispered, "Mom... she won't turn into that again, will she?"

"No," Qian Daoliu said, stroking her head with a gentle tone. "Grandpa will help Mom with her illness. Go on, Grandpa Golden Crocodile is waiting for you outside."

"Mhm." Qian Renxue reluctantly let go of Bibi Dong's hand and walked out, looking back three times.

As the doors closed again, the gentleness on Qian Daoliu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a deep solemnity.

He walked to the bedside and looked down at Bibi Dong, his golden eyes, which seemed to pierce the soul, narrowing slightly.

"No need to pretend to be asleep."

Qian Daoliu spoke indifferently. "I know you're awake."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bibi Dong on the bed slowly opened her eyes.

In her purple eyes, the previous madness and chaos were gone, as was that strange gentleness. Only a profound indifference and weariness remained.

This was her true form.

Bibi Dong propped herself up and sat up with some difficulty, leaning against the headboard. She glanced at Qian Daoliu, offered no greeting, and spoke no words. She merely rubbed her throbbing temples, her voice hoarse:

"Is the Grand Pontiff here to mock me?"

"Mock?" Qian Daoliu sneered. "The dignified new Pope, fighting her own avatar until the heavens and earth went dark right at her doorstep, and then knocking herself unconscious. This is indeed a huge joke."

Bibi Dong's hand paused slightly, then she gave a self-deprecating smile.

"Yes... I think it's quite laughable too."

"Bibi Dong," Qian Daoliu stared into her eyes. "Tell me, that avatar... what exactly is going on?"

"I don't know," Bibi Dong shook her head, a hint of well-placed confusion and annoyance in her eyes. "I really don't know."

"After I returned, I was in seclusion in the secret chamber, consolidating my realm. Until that woman... that woman who looked exactly like me suddenly appeared and wanted to take Qian Renxue away."

"At the time, I thought some reckless soul master was using some disguise soul skill, so I..."

Bibi Dong paused here, a deep sense of dread and fear flashing in her eyes.

"Until... when I wanted to use my Eighth Soul Skill, Spider Emperor Avatar, to completely deal with her, I discovered..."

"In that instant, I felt like my soul was being torn apart. That woman... she was my Spider Emperor Avatar!"

"But..."

"I never activated that soul skill! My avatar... why did it run out on its own? Why did it have its own consciousness? Even... why did it attack me?"

Looking at Bibi Dong's anxious and fearful appearance, Qian Daoliu's last shred of doubt vanished.

As expected.

She didn't even know herself.

This was truly a mutation of the soul skill caused by the erosion of the Evil God's power, or even... a soul split!

Qian Daoliu was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can you actively use the Spider Emperor Avatar to release that special avatar?"

Hearing this, Bibi Dong's hand on the quilt tightened slightly, her eyes flickering.

"What? You can't?" Qian Daoliu's eyes narrowed.

"No..." Bibi Dong took a deep breath. "I'll try. But I can't guarantee I can control her. That thing... is very dangerous."

"It matters not," Qian Daoliu stood with his hands behind his back, a faint golden light enveloping his body. "With this old man here, she won't cause any trouble. Just perform it."

"Alright."

Bibi Dong slowly closed her eyes, her soul power surging around her.

"Eighth Soul Skill—Spider Emperor Avatar!"

Buzz—!

As the deep black soul ring lit up, a purple-black silhouette separated from Bibi Dong's body like a phantom, rapidly condensing in the empty space before the bed.

As the light dissipated, another "Bibi Dong" wearing the Pope's uniform appeared.

Nan Feng (avatar) landed and, before he could even get a clear look at his surroundings, his eyes were filled with confusion, as if he had just woken up. He rubbed his eyes.

However, when his gaze swept across the room and finally landed on Bibi Dong (true form) sitting coldly by the headboard.

That confusion vanished instantly, replaced by a primal reaction akin to a beast encountering its natural predator!

"You again?!!"

Nan Feng roared, his once beautiful face instantly contorting into a savage expression.

"Hiss--!!!"

With a sharp hiss, the Death Spider Emperor martial soul instantly possessed him!

Chichi—!

Eight giant spider lances, sharp as amethyst, carrying a nauseating aura of death, burst violently from his spine, waving afterimages in the air!

"Imposter! Die!!!"

Nan Feng didn't hesitate at all, exerting force under his feet, the carpet instantly exploded, and he shot out like a purple cannonball, wielding his spider lances straight at Bibi Dong on the bed!

"Presumptuous!"

A low, ancient yet majestic voice suddenly sounded.

Qian Daoliu didn't even use his martial soul, he merely took a step forward.

Boom—!!!

The terrifying pressure of a Rank 99 Titled Douluo descended like Mount Tai crushing down!

The air in the entire sleeping chamber seemed to solidify into iron in an instant.

Nan Feng's originally unstoppable charge was forcibly stopped in mid-air by this absolute power!

The eight spider lances trembled violently, emitting creaking sounds of being unable to bear the load, yet they couldn't move an inch.

"En?!"

Nan Feng turned his head with difficulty, his purple-green heterochromatic pupils fixed on Qian Daoliu, his eyes not showing fear, but rather filled with ferocity and roguishness.

"Who is this old geezer?!"

Nan Feng gritted his teeth, cursing fiercely, "Dare to interfere... Dare to interfere in this Seat's business?! Believe it or not, I'll pluck out the rest of your hair?!"

"..."

Qian Daoliu's originally calm face froze instantly.

Old... old geezer?!

He had lived for over a hundred years, as the Grand Pontiff of the Martial Soul Hall, one of the three Titled Douluo of this era, who didn't show him utmost respect?

Even Tang Chen back then had never cursed him with such vulgar words!

Is this really Bibi Dong's clone?

This personality... why is she like a street ruffian?

Just as Qian Daoliu was stunned by the scolding.

"Boom—!"

The door to the sleeping chamber was once again kicked open.

Qian Renxue, who had been anxiously waiting outside, sensed the terrifying soul power fluctuations erupting from within and thought her mother was in trouble. She rushed in without regard for anything else.

"Mom!!"

Behind her, Golden Crocodile Douluo and Guangling Douluo also followed nervously, afraid that these two ancestors would truly fight and injure Qian Renxue.

However, when they rushed into the room and saw the scene, everyone froze.

Inside the spacious sleeping chamber, the atmosphere was extremely bizarre.

On the bed sat a Bibi Dong with a cold and aloof expression.

On the ground stood a Bibi Dong with eight legs on her back, a ferocious expression, confronting the Grand Pontiff.

Two identical Popes!

"Mom..."

Qian Renxue looked at these two vastly different mothers, her small face pale, her eyes filled with terror and helplessness. She subconsciously called out, her gaze instinctively drawn to the one on the bed.

That was the mother she knew.

Hearing Qian Renxue's call, the Bibi Dong on the bed turned her head slightly. Her purple eyes swept coldly over Qian Renxue, a flicker of extremely complex emotion in her eyes.

Finally, she indifferently withdrew her gaze, saying nothing.

That coldness that pushed people away made Qian Renxue's heart instantly turn half cold.

However, at this moment.

"Xue'er?!"

The "ferocious Bibi Dong" confronting Qian Daoliu, upon seeing Qian Renxue, the ferocity in her eyes instantly dissipated by more than half.

"Be careful!!!"

Nan Feng violently broke free from Qian Daoliu's oppressive aura, his figure flashed, and he instantly stood in front of Qian Renxue.

He spread his arms, and although the eight spider lances behind him were still menacing, they carefully avoided the girl behind him, forming an absolute protective circle.

Nan Feng stared intently at the Bibi Dong on the bed and Qian Daoliu beside her, shouting nervously at Qian Renxue behind him:

"Xue'er, don't be afraid! Quickly hide behind Mom!"

"There's a demon impersonating me here, and an old geezer bullying women! They're in cahoots!"

"Don't be afraid! As long as Mom has a breath left, no one will be able to touch a single hair on you!!!"