The Lightning-Wielding Thunder-Claping Spirit and the Situation

"Ha ha ha! I've waited so long for this moment! Bibi Dong, didn't you want to kill me?!"

Xu Bin recalled Snow Lotus. At the instant his Martial Soul was withdrawn, an unimaginable pressure erupted from him, sweeping across the entire Spirit Hall like an invisible tidal wave.

Qiandao Liu practically stumbled and crawled out of the Worship Hall. He knew all too well what that pressure meant. It was power at the godly level, an existence capable of wiping the entire Spirit Hall off the continent.

"Professor Anaxagoras, we... our Spirit Hall..."

He wanted to plead for mercy, if only to secure a sliver of hope for the Spirit Hall. After all, attacking the son of a god meant facing not merely this unfathomable teacher, but also the even more terrifying father behind him.

Having lived for so many years, Qiandao Liu understood better than anyone that once certain flames of rage were ignited, not even death could extinguish them.

"Don't spoil the mood, Qiandao Liu. Since you chose not to step forward at the beginning, you'd best continue not stepping forward."

He had only spared this man out of consideration for another Qiandao Liu. Compared to that Qiandao Liu, who conscientiously handled reincarnation and would always pull someone aboard whenever he could, this one was far too disappointing.

Moreover, Xu Bin's fury was currently directed at Bibi Dong alone. But if Qiandao Liu foolishly stepped forward at this moment, the direction of that blade would shift—from one person to the entire Spirit Hall.

Qiandao Liu's lips moved, but in the end, he made no further sound. He understood. Since he had not stepped forward to stop Bibi Dong when she went mad in the first place, he had no right to beg for mercy now. The cycle of