"Then let's go together."
Liu Erlong took Bibi Dong's hand too and gave a soft snort. "Don't always try to shoulder everything by yourself, Bibi Dong. You used to be strong enough to handle anything, but now we're family. You shouldn't keep putting yourself up on such a high pedestal."
"Who's putting herself up on a high pedestal?"
Bibi Dong gave an awkward smile and reached out to pinch Liu Erlong's arm.
"Erlong, you really don't know how to spare anyone's feelings. You know, I always knew you had a fiery temper, but seeing how bluntly you speak today still caught me off guard."
"Well, there's nothing I can do about it."
Liu Erlong shrugged helplessly, a hint of gloom showing in her expression.
"The side effect of my mutated Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Martial Soul is that it makes me incredibly hot-tempered. Even if I wanted to be gentle, there'd be nothing I could do about it."
"I was only joking. Why take it so seriously?"
Bibi Dong took her hand again, her expression calm.
"Don't worry. I know you can't change your temper, but I also know you're very gentle. Otherwise, how could you have our Xiao Gang so thoroughly smitten?"
"Dong'er."
Yu Xiaogang's face flushed at once. He glanced over at the two women talking nearby.
"I think we should all focus on dealing with that god first. We don't know how things are going for Lin Yi, so we can't afford to be careless."
"Grandmaster is right."
Tang San stepped forward, his brows knitted tightly.
"We're running out of time. We can't let things drag on for too long on Lin Yi's end. Let's hurry up and deal with the other gods."
"What a bold claim."
Just then, a gloomy aura flashed across the sky, and the God of Mischief appeared before them.
Like a clown, he chuckled at them all and rolled his neck.
"Sea God Tang San, do you really think the few of you can do anything to us? Stop acting so high and mighty!"
"So what if we're going to fight you?"
Liu Erlong snapped, flicking her sleeve.
"I don't believe a clown like you can do anything!"
"Then just watch."
The God of Mischief chuckled, then unleashed his power.
"First Soul Skill: Puppet Binding!"
Seeing strands of something like spider silk fly toward them, Tang San immediately swung his trident and cut them apart.
"Damn it!"
Seeing Tang San destroy his Soul Skill, the God of Mischief grew savage once more.
"Sea God Tang San, do you really have to help those people? What's so good about humans, anyway?"
"You wouldn't understand what's good about them. But I won't let you hurt them."
As he spoke, Tang San released the Slaughter Aura within him and clenched his fist.
"This time, anyone who's hurt the people I love will pay the price!"
Since becoming a god, Tang San had rarely used his Slaughter Aura. But now, to protect those around him, he unleashed all his power once again. The sheer force of it left everyone stunned.
They hadn't expected Tang San's cultivation to have reached such a level.
Bibi Dong sighed softly.
When he had been her enemy, she had been wary of Tang San. But now that he was her friend, she was glad to have his strength on their side.
Indeed, even if Tang San couldn't guarantee victory over their opponent, he could at least keep the people around him out of danger.
"He's so handsome."
Just then, Bibi Dong heard Huang Ruolin and Zhao Zhiying swooning beside her. She shot them a glance.
"What are you two doing? This is no time to be distracted. Is this really the time to discuss whether he's handsome?"
"Sorry."
Huang Ruolin's face flushed. "We've just never met anyone as handsome as Lin Yi. After all, in our hearts, Lin Yi is already perfect."
"Third Brother is perfect too," Xiao Wu said with a snort. "I admit Lin Yi is great, but compared to Third Brother, he falls far short."
"That's not necessarily true."
Hearing Xiao Wu praise Tang San, Zhao Zhiying couldn't help speaking up.
"Alright, everyone, calm down."
Bibi Dong's expression turned serious. "Tang San is helping us right now, but we can't just sit back and do nothing."
As she spoke, Bibi Dong beckoned the others to come closer.
"I may not be the Rakshasa God anymore, but if you're willing to gather the power of your Martial Souls into me and make me something beyond human—if I become the Rakshasa God again—then perhaps I can help Tang San."
"Dong'er, won't you lose yourself that way?"
"No."
Bibi Dong smiled calmly at Yu Xiaogang's question.
"As long as you're by my side, I'll never lose myself."
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