The Ninth Trial Begins, the Asura God Stirs Up Trouble Again, and the Divine Seat Is Passed Down Directly

"Long live our emperor! Long live, long live our emperor!"

Bibi Dong sat on the imperial throne, receiving the homage of her officials.

Below stood Ye Cixin, Ning Fengzhi, Yu Yuanzhen, and... Qian Renxue.

She had finally returned to her female appearance, wearing an extravagant court gown that displayed her youthful, captivating grace.

Yet she was not happy.

She had thought that completing her infiltration of the Heaven Dou Empire and her plan to seize the entire empire without spilling a drop of blood would make the woman seated high on the throne spare her another glance.

But it had not.

The one who occupied her thoughts most was still Hu Liena!

But I'm her daughter...

With her father dead and her mother unloving, Qian Renxue could not help recalling Meng Chen.

She remembered how, at her most isolated and helpless, it had actually been Meng Chen who had sent Ye Cixin, Ning Fengzhi, and Yu Yuanzhen to support her regardless of the cost.

Meng Chen... where are you now?

Meng Chen, whom Qian Renxue longed for so dearly, had now been devoured down to the last morsel.

His face was filled with anguish. Sure enough, his weakness had affected his performance, earning him a merciless round of mockery from Ning Rongrong.

How could this happen...

Ning Rongrong took a cigarette she had kept for a long time out of her personal Soul Tool, lit it, leisurely took a drag, and slowly exhaled the smoke.

After finishing, Hu Liena, Zhu Zhuqing, Ye Lingling, and Shui Bing'er chose to go bathe instead.

Seeing Meng Chen's sorrowful expression, Ning Rongrong smiled and comforted him. "All right, ten minutes was already pretty impressive."

Meng Chen flew into a rage.

Hadn't she been just as bad, hurting so much that she needed Ye Lingling