Trading His Body for Poison, Jiang Chen's Life in Peril!

Ma Hongjun also died unwillingly.

Jiang Chen glanced at Zhu Zhuqing, who stood rooted to the spot at a loss. She felt no sorrow over Dai Mubai's death. Though she had once 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 survive either. She merely waited for Jiang Chen's judgment.

"The three soul bones awarded to first place will be divided between Shrek's remaining two members."

Jiang Chen spoke blandly. He was not saying this for Zhu Zhuqing and Oscar, but for those coveting the three soul bones.

His meaning was clear. Whoever dared set their sights on those three soul bones would be making an enemy of Wuhun Hall. Leaving aside Jiang Chen's personal strength, the more than five hundred Title Douluo radiating terrifying auras in the sky were enough to make any force in the world wary.

Jiang Chen's aura suddenly erupted, and everyone felt as though they had fallen into the eighteen levels of hell. His figure vanished from where he stood.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Chen teleported before the great hall. "Holy Son, His Majesty has ordered that no one may enter!"

The two guards looked at Jiang Chen, who intended to enter the hall, and silently cursed their bad luck. They could not afford to offend Jiang Chen, but they could offend Bibi Dong even less. They could only brace themselves and block his way.

"Idiots. Stop me again, and I'll kill you!"

Jiang Chen's fury was intense. His calm words alone made the two men feel as if they had encountered the King of Hell. They froze in place, cold sweat streaming down their backs.

Jiang Chen strode into the hall and found Bibi Dong collapsed on the floor. Her expression was twisted in pain, her beautiful eyes red and swollen, while tears flowed like a stream down her cheeks.

"Teacher!"

Jiang Chen quickly lifted Bibi Dong up, his heart aching terribly. Grandmaster Yu, I should have thrown you into the eighteen levels of hell long ago!

You beastly bastard!

Jiang Chen had no time to think. He could not come up with any way to detoxify her. Through his spiritual perception, he could see the poison spreading throughout her body along with her blood.

Since there was no antidote, he could only transfer it.

Jiang Chen refused to believe that the poison of a Ten-Thousand-Year Bloodthirsty Grass could kill a Second-Level God like him.

Jiang Chen bit through his own lip, blood spilling from the wound. Then he bit through Bibi Dong's already purple lips. The blood that seeped out was red tinged with a faint, eerie green.

Jiang Chen kissed her and used his divine power to transfer the poison from Bibi Dong's body into his own.

Bibi Dong was in too much pain to speak. Only her throat moved faintly, yet no sound emerged. Her eyes were filled with pleading.

But none of it helped.

Jiang Chen's lips gradually turned blackish purple as well, and his face grew increasingly pale. One vein after another abruptly blackened, standing out with startling clarity.

Before long, Bibi Dong's complexion gradually improved, while Jiang Chen's face twisted in agony. Grandmaster Yu really ought to experience this sensation of being gnawed apart by ten thousand ants.

Jiang Chen lost all strength, his body gradually going limp as mud. Yet his consciousness remained clear—clearer than ever before.

When this plant hunted, it inflicted immense pain upon its prey while keeping it conscious, ensuring the flesh remained fresh and tasted its best.

Who said that only killers were the cruelest under the law of the jungle?!

Danger often came from appearances that put one at ease.

Jiang Chen was in unbearable pain, but he could only endure it in silence. His body could not move even a fraction, bringing not only pain, but endless torment.

After the poison disappeared from Bibi Dong's body, she was freed from the agony and fell into a deep sleep.

The hall fell silent.

A day passed, yet Jiang Chen remained the same.

Bibi Dong slowly opened her eyes. Although the poison was gone, the pain it had brought her still lingered in her heart.

Bibi Dong looked at Jiang Chen lying before her, tears welling in her eyes before flowing down in a clear stream.

"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 painful it was.

She regretted it beyond measure. If she had not softened her heart 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 hugged 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 wait silently for death amid his suffering, while she only wanted to remain by his side.

She truly owed Jiang Chen far too much. Bibi Dong loathed herself at this moment. If her disciple died, even Grandmaster Yu's life would not be enough to repay the debt!

"Right, the antidote! I'll find the antidote!"

Bibi Dong picked up Jiang Chen and hurried toward the exit 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 in fury, tears continuously falling from her eyes. "Killed... killed well!"

"Your Majesty."

Chrysanthemum Douluo approached. "The Holy Son captured a hundred-thousand-year 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 imprisoned.

Inside one cell, a cold and beautiful woman sat atop a pile of straw. Her face was covered in dust, like a black rose fallen to the ground.

"Your Majesty, we have arrived."

Bibi Dong stared coldly at Leng Ningxue. "Hand over the antidote!"

Leng Ningxue seemed not to have heard her. She sat there blankly, without the slightest response.

"Hmph, refusing a toast only to drink a forfeit? You're courting death!"

Leng Ningxue sneered, raising 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 Wuhun Hall's Holy Son, Jiang Chen, would be so stu..."

"Ha ha ha!"

"Come to think of it, if he dies, wouldn't you be guilty too?!"

"..."

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 struck directly at the deepest pain in Bibi Dong's heart.

Leng Ningxue was right. The one who had killed Jiang Chen was herself!

"Chrysanthemum Douluo, torture her mercilessly! Don't let her die. I want her to beg for life yet be unable to live, to beg for death yet 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 was the one who harmed you!"

"Actually, Teacher knew how you felt about me. It was just... 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 another chance.

Bibi Dong sat by the bed and removed her shoes. Her jade-like white legs and feet carried a faint blush. Then she untied the sash around her waist and removed her long dress, revealing her graceful, voluptuous figure in full. Only her chest wrap remained, yet it still could not conceal her snowy breasts. No measurement could describe them—only two words: very large.

She was incredibly alluring. Forget men; even women would likely struggle to resist.

Bibi Dong lay on the bed and hugged Jiang Chen tightly, thinking, Even if you die, I can at least say I once had you. Our meeting will not have been in vain.

The pain in Jiang Chen's eyes lessened somewhat, faint excitement appearing within them. The poison in his body was being absorbed bit by bit by his soul bones.

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(Friendly reminder: the next chapter will be even more exciting~)