"I believe you."
At that moment, Xiao Wu suddenly poured the power of the Asura God into Bibi Dong. Bibi Dong was deeply surprised.
"Xiao Wu, why are you going first?"
Xiao Wu smiled calmly at Bibi Dong. "Setting aside our past grievances, you're the one who can ensure everyone survives, Bibi Dong. Like Third Brother, you possess Twin Martial Souls. Your power alone is enough to make me willing to pour divine power into you. Of course, if you have any ulterior motives, I won't hesitate to become your enemy for good."
"Never again."
Bibi Dong shook her head at Xiao Wu.
"Actually, the last thing I want right now is to become your enemy. I just hope you can truly understand that I've changed."
As she spoke, Bibi Dong released her Twin Martial Souls and slowly absorbed the power the others had lent her.
A moment later, they all saw Bibi Dong clad in black divine armor.
Though Bibi Dong looked somewhat ugly now, it didn't affect their trust in her.
"Bibi Dong, go with Tang San and take on that God of Mischief. We can only survive if you defeat him."
"Don't worry."
Bibi Dong smiled faintly once more. "A clown like that can't do anything to me."
With that, she strode forward.
Tang San nodded at Bibi Dong, then shifted his gaze to the God of Mischief.
"Can you still not understand the strength of humanity? If you keep refusing to see reason, death is your only path."
"Death?"
The God of Mischief merely chuckled, his gaze growing darker.
"You think you and these humans have the power to kill me?"
"Then watch how we do it."
Tang San was thoroughly displeased with his attitude and swung the Sea God Trident once more.
Feeling the fluctuations of the Sea God's power, the God of Mischief reined himself in a little.
"You're indeed a formidable opponent. But have you never considered serving the God of Destruction? He can give you everything you want."
"Take this!"
As Bibi Dong unleashed her sixth Soul Skill, Eternal Wound, she pierced a hole through the God of Mischief's shoulder.
He gritted his teeth, his eyes turning crimson.
"You wretched bastard! How dare you ambush me!"
"That has nothing to do with me. I'm the Rakshasa God. I don't bother with reason. You ran straight into my attack. Who can you blame?"
"You!"
The God of Mischief sneered again and clenched his fists.
"Today, I'll take you down with me!"
"Guanyin Tear!"
At that moment, Tang San unleashed his strongest divine skill, forcibly sealing the God of Mischief within it.
"Bibi Dong, you can finish him now."
"Good."
Bibi Dong looked at the deity struggling inside Guanyin Tear and chuckled as she unleashed her strongest killing move, Rakshasa Power.
When that power pierced through the God of Mischief, his divine form vanished, and his entire body shattered into pieces.
Bibi Dong then returned the power she had absorbed from the others, once again becoming a Super Titled Douluo.
"Are you all right?"
Yu Xiaogang immediately went to support her, worry in his eyes.
"Dong'er, I'm sorry you had to suffer."
"I'm fine."
Bibi Dong smiled softly and leaned against him.
"I'm glad you said that to me, but I hate seeing you so upset. Xiao Gang, you've already been incredibly brave. Not every man would dare stand against the God of Destruction. You're really..."
A thunderous boom cut her off. Everyone looked up to see the God of Destruction driven back again and again before crashing to the ground.
Tang San and the others soon saw a mass of golden light appear. Scales glimmered across it, unmistakably shaped like a divine dragon.
"What is this?"
Before anyone could finish speaking, the golden light slowly descended. Lin Yi appeared before them, but now dragon horns had grown from his head, and his left arm bore the Dragon God's External Soul Bone. His power rivaled Tang San's—or perhaps he had already surpassed Tang San as he had been when he first became a god.
The God of Destruction slowly rose from the ground, his gaze fixed furiously on Lin Yi.
"You brat, you actually obtained power capable of destroying heaven and earth. How is that possible? I must destroy you completely, or one day you'll become a thorn in my side."
"Do you have what it takes to kill me?"
Lin Yi sneered again and flicked his hand.
He slowly walked forward, the Divine Dragon Sword in his hand shining ever more brightly.
"God of Destruction, many things in this world counter one another. I thought you would understand. What a pity—you're nothing but a vulgar man who understands nothing, aren't you?"
"Enough nonsense."
At Lin Yi's words, the God of Destruction gritted his teeth again.
"You brat, you're asking for death. Just wait. I'll make you pay!"
"Afraid you won't get the chance, because you're weaker than me now!"
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