When news of the Heaven Dou Palace Coup first arrived, Bibi Dong had actually been waiting for a farce to unfold.
Tang San had joined forces with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Poison Douluo, and the Heaven Dou Royal Family's imperial guards to cast a net that stretched across heaven and earth.
That wretched spawn had been fighting alone, with only two disappointing Titled Douluos, Snake Lance and Pufferfish, under her command.
In Bibi Dong's eyes, the Usurpation Plan twenty years in the making had already failed utterly.
Even if Qian Renxue managed to escape by sheer luck,
she would surely flee back to Spirit City like a beaten stray,
and tearfully complain to that undying old fossil, Grand Elder Qian Daoliu.
That was the outcome Bibi Dong most wanted to see.
With the Elder Hall suffering such a humiliating loss of face, she, as Supreme Pontiff, could seize the opportunity to attack and weaken the Grand Elder's faction.
Yet the intelligence had deviated completely from her expectations.
Not only had Qian Renxue not fled,
she had overturned a hopeless situation through an utterly ruthless, bloody display of force.
Bibi Dong's gaze lingered on the dossier's central passage.
"In the battle at the Heaven Dou Imperial Palace plaza, Qian Renxue manifested an anomalous transformation."
"Her golden hair turned scarlet. Holiness receded, and slaughter descended."
"Her martial soul mutated from the Six-Winged Angel into a previously unseen 'Slaughter Angel.' Her soul power surged dramatically, displaying the oppressive might of a Titled Douluo of at least level 90."
"Soul ring configuration: nine black ten-thousand-year rings."
As she read this information, Bibi Dong's fingers involuntarily tightened around the dossier.
Her nails left deep creases in the expensive paper.
Absurd!
The greatest joke under heaven!
She knew the secrets of the Qian Clan's