Bibi Dong, Chief Soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner

Bibi Dong, Chief Soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner

"Do you understand now? Once you enter the Return to Nothingness, every breath you take is a gift from me!"

Qian Cheng's words seemed calm and ordinary, yet they struck like thunder, leaving everyone present utterly shocked.

"How could such power possibly exist?"

The Six Great Enshrined stared wide-eyed, their expressions filled with disbelief.

Their hearts were overwhelmed with shock. They simply could not imagine such terrifying power!

"Has the ancestor already become a God? But do Gods possess such abilities?"

Qianjun Douluo muttered, his voice trembling slightly.

"Idiot, didn't you hear him? The ancestor has killed Gods before—and more than one!"

Qingluan Douluo's voice carried a hint of fervor.

"That's impossible! How could a human possess such power? And how could it possibly be wielded by your Qian Clan?!"

Bibi Dong roared with a twisted expression.

Such an ability, one akin to creation itself, should not have existed under normal circumstances.

Much less appeared in the Qian Clan, the clan she hated most!

What did that mean?

It meant Qian Cheng was the one favored by destiny, that everything he did was ordained by fate!

Then what was she?

A joke!

A complete and utter joke!

That was right!

Qian Cheng was doing this to destroy her spirit!

For a paranoid lunatic like Bibi Dong, physical harm was practically useless.

The most suitable method was to torment her heart!

To make her realize that everything she had clung to was a joke, completely and utterly wrong!

That would hurt her far more than simply killing her!

"Already falling apart?"

"Actually, you can try killing me in this Chaos Guixu!"

"If you do that, then the Chaos Guixu will cease to exist as well!"

The corners of Qian Cheng's lips curled up slightly in a mocking smile.

"I..."

Bibi Dong's lips trembled, her eyes filled with fury and unwillingness.

Kill Qian Cheng within the Chaos Guixu?!

Never mind that I can't even use a single soul skill. Even if I could...

Under your control, what would those soul skills become?

Would they become a gentle breeze across your face, a drizzle of rain, or a ray of sunlight?

Even she, merely from hearing Qian Cheng's description, could imagine the abilities of the Chaos Guixu.

Then how far had Qian Cheng, an old monster who had lived for thousands of years, developed the Chaos Guixu?

Bibi Dong did not know. She did not even dare to think about it!

Because the more she thought about it, the more despair she felt!

"You don't even have the courage to attack?"

Qian Cheng shook his head in disappointment and said indifferently, "Still, considering your talent is quite good, I can reserve a place for you as a chief soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner."

"What are you trying to do? If you have the guts, kill me!"

There was a trace of madness in Bibi Dong's voice.

"I think highly of you. Even without becoming a God, you will serve as a chief soul of the Ten Thousand Souls Banner alongside two other Rank 1 Gods!"

Qian Cheng swiftly raised his hand and pressed down with his palm through the air.

Rumble!

Bibi Dong saw only a massive palm condense from the void, carrying power capable of suppressing everything as it slammed down on her.

Bang!

Bibi Dong's body instantly exploded, yet strangely, not a single drop of blood spilled.

The blood-red Chaos Guixu seemed to become even more bewitching, as though all that blood had been swallowed by it.

Although Bibi Dong had died, she was not truly gone.

Because everyone present could see Bibi Dong's soul!

It was said that one's appearance reflected one's heart!

But that saying was clearly not quite suitable for Bibi Dong.

Bibi Dong's soul form looked somewhat strange.

Her face was incomparably seductive, radiating a captivating charm that stirred the heart!

Scarlet light flickered in her narrow eyes, while her skin bore a sickly pallor.

Most strangely—

A pair of horns had grown from her forehead!

Her appearance was extremely similar to the Rakshasa Woman of myth!

"I will take revenge! I'll find a chance to kill you!"

Bibi Dong's soul seemed to have lost consciousness as it let out weak, repeated roars.

"The appearance of a Rakshasa? Interesting, but not that interesting!"

Qian Cheng examined Bibi Dong carefully for a moment before raising his hand and giving it a light wave.

The Ten Thousand Souls Banner behind him immediately swelled in size, expanding to a hundred meters in an instant!

"Woooow! Woooow!"

Countless vicious ghost phantoms coiled through the void, looking savage and terrifying!

Their howls were like an elegy from hell, sending chills down everyone's spine.

Pitch-black clouds surged from the Ten Thousand Souls Banner, and thick black mist filled the void as if the apocalypse had descended.

"Ah—"

As the black mist swept over her, Bibi Dong's roar abruptly stopped and instantly vanished without a trace.

The black mist swiftly withdrew into the banner. The Ten Thousand Souls Banner returned to calm, no longer emitting its terrifying pressure.

"Ancestor, what exactly happened to Bibi Dong? Is she already dead?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo's voice trembled slightly, his eyes filled with reverence.

Just like that sentence Qian Cheng had said earlier!

If you did not cultivate, you would see me as a frog at the bottom of a well gazing upon the moon in the sky.

If you cultivated, you would see me as a tiny mayfly gazing upon the azure heavens.

The gap between their cultivation was simply too vast!

Coupled with the suppression of seniority, how could he not revere him?

"Her body was blown apart by me, and her soul has been taken into the Ten Thousand Souls Banner. So long as she has not been reduced to ashes, she will forever remain under the banner's control."

Qian Cheng's voice was cold and flat, as though he were speaking of something utterly insignificant.

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the Worship Hall fell silent once more. Everyone's faces were filled with shock.

Good lord!

Even after death, she would still be forced to serve another. Not only had she lost her freedom, she had even lost all autonomy. It was truly worse than death.

"Ancestor, is there anything you need us to do next?"

Radiant Feather Douluo was the first to break the silence, his tone respectful and sincere.

"That's right. Although our cultivation is not high, we can still help you handle some minor matters."

Mighty Lion Douluo hurriedly echoed him.

"Exactly. We can't have you personally act every time some insignificant person appears."

There was a trace of anticipation in Qingluan Douluo's voice.

"I do have something for you to do."

Qian Cheng's gaze fell upon the Seven Great Enshrined as he said calmly, "Gather all of Spirit Hall's upper ranks and have them meet at the Papal Hall!"

"When?"

Golden Crocodile Douluo asked hesitantly.

"Now. Immediately. At once!"

Qian Cheng's voice carried unquestionable authority.

"The time is too short. We may not be able to notify everyone."

Golden Crocodile Douluo said with some difficulty.

"In that case, have all Titled Douluo and elders with real authority still in Spirit City attend the meeting."

"As for those not in Spirit City, inform them of the outcome afterward."

After pondering for a moment, Qian Cheng offered a compromise.

"As you command!"

Golden Crocodile Douluo promptly answered before turning and hurrying away.

He had originally worried that Qian Cheng, who had killed until his eyes turned red, might attack those Titled Douluo for failing to attend the meeting.

Fortunately, Qian Cheng was not that utterly insane!