Bibi Dong stared at the two swaying manure buckets, her entire body frozen in midair.
The purple-black aura emanating from the Rakshasa Scythe surged violently at that moment.
As the Empress of the Spirit Empire, when had she ever suffered such humiliation?
Tang San, how dare you point something like that at me?!
Bibi Dong swung her scythe, sending a streak of purple light slashing forth.
Tang San let out a strange cry and nimbly leaped backward with the buckets in hand.
Although his divine power had been sealed, hauling manure every day had somehow made his balance and leg strength steadier than before.
Bibi Dong, don't be ungrateful!
Tang San shouted as he dodged.
Here, manure buckets are our lifeline.
If you dare knock them over, Kamizuki Yu will definitely make you pick it up with your hands!
Bibi Dong froze upon hearing that.
She looked toward Kamizuki Yu, who stood in the corridor.
The young man was lazily leaning against the railing, still holding a handful of sunflower seeds.
Evil, it seems she isn't too willing to take a bucket.
Kamizuki Yu spat out a sunflower seed shell.
Since she doesn't want to work, send her straight to the septic tank to be fertilizer.
The Evil God chuckled, and his figure instantly vanished.
The next second, he appeared above Bibi Dong's head, smashing down with a steel pipe that whistled through the air.
Bibi Dong raised her scythe to block.
Clang!
A deafening crash rang out.
Bibi Dong felt an irresistible force crashing down from above.
Her body plummeted uncontrollably toward the ground.
Bang!
The ground was blasted into another huge crater.
The Spirit Empire's consecrated elders panicked at the sight.
Release Her Holiness the Pope!
Golden Crocodile Douluo roared as he instantly unleashed his martial soul true