At that moment, Tang San suddenly realized that he could no longer see through Bibi Dong.
When she inherited the Rakshasa God's Godhood and appeared before him once more,
it seemed as though she had cast something off.
Looking back on everything that followed, Tang San always had an unbelievable feeling.
The Rakshasa God who had fought him until now seemed shrouded in mist.
She still looked like Bibi Dong, yet somehow, she did not.
From the moment he had first come to understand Bibi Dong, his fixed impression of her had been that of a ruthless, decisive Pope of Spirit Hall.
Beyond that, she was also a Title Douluo with Twin Martial Souls, a divine inheritance, and peerless talent.
At the very least, Bibi Dong had reached the Title Douluo realm far earlier than he had.
Thus, when he had merely been a Soul Ancestor, Bibi Dong had every opportunity and ability to kill him with ease, cutting him down before he had truly grown.
But she had not.
Why?
Because Tang Hao had appeared to save him then?
Or because of the bond she had once shared with Grandmaster?
That was possible.
But now, in Tang San's eyes, that was nowhere near enough.
Tang Hao had been severely wounded at the time, while Spirit Hall had possessed more than one Title Douluo. If Bibi Dong had wanted to, she could certainly have left Tang Hao there forever that day.
What was more, Spirit Hall had also had Qian Daoliu, a Peerless Douluo.
And Grandmaster... honestly, although every story he had heard so far indicated that Bibi Dong had been Grandmaster's first love, Tang San had never seen even the slightest lingering attachment to Grandmaster in Bibi Dong all these years. On the contrary, several years ago, he could