Ma Hongjun also died unwillingly.
Jiang Chen glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who stood rooted to the spot in confusion. She did not feel the slightest sadness over Dai Mubai's death. Though she had been betrothed to him, Dai Mubai spent his days frequenting brothels, and Zhu Zhuqing despised him deeply.
But as she looked at Jiang Chen now, with the others dead, she did not think she would be able to survive. She simply waited for Jiang Chen's judgment.
"The three Soul Bones for first place will be divided between Shrek's remaining two members."
Jiang Chen spoke calmly. He was not saying this for Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar to hear, but for those coveting the three Soul Bones.
His meaning was already clear: whoever dared covet these three Soul Bones would be making an enemy of Wuhun Hall. Setting Jiang Chen's personal strength aside, the more than five hundred Title Douluo in the sky, radiating terrifying auras, were enough to make any force in the world wary.
Jiang Chen's aura suddenly erupted, and everyone felt as if they had fallen into the eighteenth level of hell. Jiang Chen vanished from where he stood.
In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen teleported before the main hall. "Holy Son, His Majesty has decreed that no one may enter!"
The two guards watched Jiang Chen approach the hall, inwardly cursing their misfortune. They could not afford to offend Jiang Chen, but they could offend Bibi Dong even less. They could only brace themselves and stop him.
"Idiots. Try to stop me again, and I'll kill you!"
Jiang Chen's fury was intense. His calm words made the two men feel as though they had encountered the King of Hell. They stood frozen in place, cold sweat pouring down their backs.
Jiang Chen strode into the hall and saw Bibi Dong collapsed on the floor, her face twisted in pain, her beautiful eyes swollen and red. Tears streamed down like a little brook from the torment.
"Teacher!"
Jiang Chen hurriedly helped Bibi Dong up, his heart aching. Grandmaster Yu, I should have thrown you into the eighteenth level of hell long ago!
You beastly bastard!
Jiang Chen had no time to think. He could not come up with any way to neutralize the poison. Through spiritual vision, he could see the toxin flowing through her meridians with her blood, spreading throughout her entire body.
Since there was no antidote, he could only transfer it.
Jiang Chen did not believe that the poison of a Ten-Thousand-Year Bloodthirsty Grass could kill a Second-Level God like him.
Jiang Chen bit through his lip, blood seeping from the wound. Then he bit through Bibi Dong's already purpling lips. Yet the blood that seeped out was crimson with a faint trace of dark green.
Jiang Chen kissed her and used divine power to transfer the poison from Bibi Dong's body into his own.
Bibi Dong was in too much pain to speak. Her throat only moved faintly, yet no sound came out, and her eyes were filled with pleading.
But no matter what, it was useless.
Jiang Chen's lips gradually turned blackish purple as well, and his face became increasingly pale. Vein after vein abruptly darkened to black, standing out with shocking clarity.
Before long, Bibi Dong's complexion gradually improved, while Jiang Chen's face twisted in agony. This feeling of being gnawed by countless ants was something Grandmaster Yu truly ought to experience.
All strength drained from Jiang Chen's body, and he gradually went limp like mud. Yet his mind remained clear—clearer than it had ever been.
When this plant hunted, it inflicted immense pain on its prey while keeping it conscious to ensure freshness. Only then would it taste best.
Who said that, under the law of the jungle, only killers were the most cruel?!
Danger often came from the appearance of safety.
Jiang Chen was in unbearable pain, but he could only endure it silently. His body could not move even a little, bringing him not only pain, but endless torment.
After the poison disappeared from Bibi Dong's body, she was freed from her agony and fell into a deep sleep.
The hall fell silent.
A day passed, and Jiang Chen remained in the same state.
Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes. Though the poison was gone, the pain it had brought still lingered vividly in her memory.
Bibi Dong looked at Jiang Chen lying before her, tears brimming in her eyes before flowing down in clear streams.
"L-Little Chen, why did you do this? Sob... it's all Teacher's fault!"
Bibi Dong had experienced it herself, so she knew exactly how agonizing it was.
At that moment, she regretted it beyond measure. If she had not been softhearted and believed that beast Grandmaster Yu, Jiang Chen would not have transferred the poison into his own body to save her.
"Little Chen..."
Bibi Dong held Jiang Chen tightly. No matter what she did, Jiang Chen gave no response at all. He could hear and see, but his body could no longer react in any way.
Jiang Chen could only silently await death amid the pain. She only wanted to stay by Jiang Chen's side.
She truly owed Jiang Chen far too much. Bibi Dong despised herself at this moment. If her disciple died, even Grandmaster Yu's life would not be enough to repay the debt!
"That's right, the antidote! I'll find the antidote!"
Bibi Dong picked Jiang Chen up and hurried toward the entrance of the hall.
"Your Majesty."
"Go and capture Grandmaster Yu for me!"
"Reporting to Your Majesty, Grandmaster Yu has already been killed by the Holy Son."
Bibi Dong laughed angrily, tears continuously spilling from her eyes. "Killed... killed well!"
"Your Majesty."
Chrysanthemum Douluo approached. "The Holy Son captured a hundred-thousand-year-old transformed soul beast. The poison Your Majesty suffered came from that soul beast."
"Take me to her!"
Bibi Dong carried Jiang Chen back to Autumn Pavilion, then followed Chrysanthemum Douluo to Wuhun Hall's Prison of Sin, where criminals were held.
Inside a prison cell, a cold and beautiful woman sat atop a pile of straw. Her face was smeared with dirt, like a black rose fallen to the ground.
"Your Majesty, we have arrived."
Bibi Dong coldly stared at Leng Ningxue. "Hand over the antidote!"
Leng Ningxue seemed not to hear her. She sat there blankly without the slightest reaction.
"Hmph. Refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit? You're courting death!"
Leng Ningxue sneered and raised her head to look at the furious Bibi Dong. She said teasingly, "There is no antidote at all. It was originally meant for you. I never expected that Jiang Chen, the Holy Son of Wuhun Hall, would be so stu..."
"Ha ha ha!"
"Tell me, if he dies, won't you be guilty as well?!"
"..."
Bibi Dong's entire body trembled. Leng Ningxue's words were like a basin of cold water poured over her, extinguishing her last shred of hope. Especially that final sentence—it pierced the deepest pain in Bibi Dong's heart.
Leng Ningxue was right. The one who had killed Jiang Chen was herself!
"Chrysanthemum Guan, torture her viciously! Don't let her die. I want her to beg for life and be unable to die!"
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Bibi Dong returned to Autumn Pavilion and remained by Jiang Chen's side, her expression filled with unbearable guilt.
"Little Chen, I'm sorry. I harmed you!"
"Actually, Teacher knows how you feel about me. It's just that... I couldn't let go of this status..."
"Little Chen, actually... Teacher also..."
"..."
Bibi Dong spoke all the words in her heart, afraid that if she did not say them now, she would never get the chance.
Bibi Dong sat at the bedside and removed her shoes. Her snowy-white, jade-like legs and feet carried a faint blush. Then she untied the sash at her waist and removed her long dress, revealing her graceful and voluptuous figure in full. Only her chest wrap remained, yet it still could not conceal her snowy twin peaks. No measurement could describe them; only two words could: very large.
She was utterly seductive. Forget men—even women would likely be unable to resist.
Bibi Dong lay on the bed and tightly embraced Jiang Chen, thinking, Even if you die, I can still say I once had you. Our meeting will not have been in vain.
The pain in Jiang Chen's eyes eased somewhat, faint excitement appearing within them. The poison in Jiang Chen's body was being absorbed bit by bit by his Soul Bone.
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