Dog Eats Dog

"Hiss—"

The moment those words were spoken, not only Ning Fengzhi, but even the Sword and Bone Douluo beside him sucked in a cold breath.

What a vicious scheme!

This rumor was practically flawless! Yu Xiaogang had indeed made Tang San absorb the Mandala Snake, and Tang Hao truly had a notoriously violent temper.

Most importantly, Tang Hao had lost an arm and was busy hiding away to recover. There was no way he could come forward to clear things up!

"En'er, this move of 'killing with a borrowed knife' is indeed exquisite."

After pondering for a moment, Ning Fengzhi asked, "But who do you intend to spread this information to?"

"Spirit City. Pope's Hall."

Gu En spoke the six words one by one, a sharp gleam of all-knowing insight flashing in his eyes.

"Uncle Ning, others may not know, but you should. The current Pope of Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, once shared an unforgettable love with Yu Xiaogang in her youth. Even now, she still has a place in her heart for that good-for-nothing."

Ning Fengzhi's pupils abruptly contracted. As the sect master of one of the Upper Three Sects, he naturally knew certain secrets unknown to ordinary people.

"If Bibi Dong learned that the first love she still longs for was smashed to death with a hammer by Tang Hao of the Clear Sky Sect..."

A cruel curve rose at the corner of Gu En's lips.

"What do you think that female Pope would do, given her iron-blooded methods and deranged temperament?"

"She'll go insane!"

Gu Rong slapped his thigh and sprang up in excitement.

"She'll definitely vent all her fury on the Clear Sky Sect! Then Spirit Hall and the Clear Sky Sect will clamp down on each other like two rabid dogs!"

"Exactly."

Gu En nodded.

"All we need to do is make the information seem highly confidential, as though it accidentally reached Spirit Hall's upper ranks. That will make it appear even more believable."

"As long as Bibi Dong believes it, the Clear Sky Sect will face Spirit Hall's frenzied retaliation at any cost. Meanwhile, our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect merely needs to sit in the stands, watch them tear each other apart, and reap the rewards."

Looking at the ten-year-old boy before him, Ning Fengzhi felt not only shock, but also a trace of awe.

Unparalleled talent, decisive ruthlessness, and even more terrifying, the ability to manipulate the situation with such effortless strategy!

"Good! I'll handle this personally!"

Ning Fengzhi made his decision immediately. "The Shadow Network will leak the information to Spirit Hall's red-clad bishops in batches through different channels. Within half a month, all of Spirit City will know that Tang Hao killed Yu Xiaogang!"

In the corner, Xiao Wu, whose soul power had been sealed, listened to Gu En calmly lay out a vicious scheme capable of stirring bloody turmoil across the continent. She was so terrified that her entire body turned cold, and she even forgot to breathe.

Deep within the Star Dou Great Forest, an enormous Dark Gold Skeleton King with fifty thousand years of cultivation crashed to the ground, turning into a field of shattered bones.

Gu En sat cross-legged amid the skeletal remains, a deep black soul ring slowly pulsing beneath his feet.

With the monstrous regenerative power of the hundred-thousand-year Blue Silver Emperor Right Leg Bone and the suppression of Spirit Douluo-level spiritual power, the soul shock from this fifty-thousand-year soul ring was nothing more than a breeze brushing across the hills to him.

Half an hour later, Gu En opened his eyes, and a flash of violet-gold light passed through them.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Myriad Bones Senluo."

A satisfied smile appeared on Gu En's lips. He rose to his feet and clenched his right hand in the air. The scattered bones of the Dark Gold Skeleton King instantly transformed into streams of light and were drawn into the phantom of the Spatial Sacred Bone Dragon behind him.

As it devoured the bones, the Bone Dragon's body not only grew larger, but its skeletal surface also gained an indestructible dark-gold sheen. Its defensive power surged by geometric multiples.

"It can not only devour an enemy's bones or corpse to temporarily strengthen my martial soul's attributes and defense, but it can also..."

Gu En's gaze sharpened. The devoured bone energy rapidly reassembled before him, transforming in the blink of an eye into three lifelike bone wolves radiating savage auras. It could even condense countless bone spears to blanket the area with indiscriminate firepower.

"Creation and enhancement coexist. This fifty-thousand-year soul ring truly did not disappoint me."

At the same time, Spirit City, Pope's Hall.

Beneath the towering, empty dome, Pope Bibi Dong sat upon the papal throne that symbolized supreme authority.

She held a gem-studded scepter, her breathtakingly beautiful face carrying an aloof laziness and majesty.

Below the hall, a red-clad bishop knelt on the floor, trembling as he reported intelligence delivered by the Shadow Network.

"According to reliable information, Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao recently appeared near Nuoding City in Fasino Province. For some unknown reason, he seemed to have flown into a rage, massacring people in the back mountains of Nuoding Academy before fleeing in panic with his son."

"Tang Hao?"

Bibi Dong casually raised one elegant brow, an indifferent sneer curling at her lips.

"That sewer rat who has been hiding for over a decade finally dared to show himself? And he went mad at some tiny junior academy?"

Bibi Dong even felt somewhat amused.

If Tang Hao had not severely injured that beast Qian Xunji with a single hammer strike back then, how could she have found the chance to personally slaughter her enemy and ascend to the Pope's throne?

In a sense, she had even "thanked" Tang Hao for his madness. He could be considered her benefactor.

"Pass down the order. Have the local Spirit Hall branches along the way keep an eye on his whereabouts, but do not act rashly. There is no need to send our core forces to provoke an injured mad dog."

Bibi Dong lazily waved her hand, seemingly intending to dismiss the red-clad bishop.

"But... Your Holiness..."

The red-clad bishop swallowed hard. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead onto the expensive carpet, and his voice trembled violently.

"The intelligence also said... Tang Hao went mad because he discovered that his son, Tang San, had been taught carelessly by a teacher at Nuoding Academy and absorbed a poisonous soul ring, causing his martial soul to be crippled..."

"So what? Tang Hao's son has been crippled. What does that have to do with Spirit Hall?"

Bibi Dong cut him off impatiently.

"N-No, Your Holiness."

The red-clad bishop steeled himself, shut his eyes, and shouted.

"The intelligence confirms that the teacher Tang Hao smashed into a pulp with one hammer strike... was named Yu Xiaogang! He was known as the 'Master'!"

Crack—!

A crisp cracking sound rang through the deathly silent Pope's Hall.

The gem-studded scepter symbolizing the Pope's authority in Bibi Dong's hand had actually been crushed until cracks appeared in it.

The laziness, arrogance, and mockery on her face froze the instant she heard the words "Yu Xiaogang" and "smashed into a pulp," then shattered completely like a broken ice sculpture.

"What... did you say?"

Bibi Dong abruptly rose to her feet. A terrifying violet-black Rakshasa Divine Power, brimming with evil and the aura of death, erupted from her body like a volcanic explosion!