Slapping Bibi Dong

"Your Highness."

Yue Guan lowered his voice and said excitedly, "Do it. An opportunity like this only comes once in a thousand years."

Although the Death Spider Emperor's aura had vanished here, and they had no idea where it was hiding, they would still have plenty of time to kill this transformed soul beast first, then turn back to hunt down the half-dead Death Spider Emperor.

Even if they alerted some Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, obtaining a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Bone would make this trip worthwhile.

"Yue Guan..."

Bibi Dong stared at the young figure of that "transformed soul beast." At the thought of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Ring and soul bone... her chest rose and fell more heavily. Beneath her torn collar, a faint patch of snowy skin seemed to joyfully kiss the night breeze.

"Kill it in one blow! Don't make too much noise!"

"Yes."

Yue Guan licked his lips, lowered his body, and darted out close to the ground.

Though he was a power-attack-type Title Douluo, his level was what it was. Silently killing a transformed soul beast could not have been easier.

Golden light gathered in his palm as the Velvet Sky-Piercing Chrysanthemum bloomed soundlessly. Like a ghost, he slipped forward.

The other two Title Douluo also circled around from opposite sides, sealing off the "transformed soul beast's" retreat.

Thirty meters!

Fifteen meters!

Nine meters!

Yue Guan's palm was already pressed above the young man's head.

Yet the youth remained utterly motionless, as though he had not noticed anything at all.

"It's done!!"

Yue Guan could no longer stop the corners of his mouth from rising, and his heart surged with excitement.

The golden light in his palm condensed to its limit before he suddenly struck down—

[Eighth Soul Skill—Radiant Flow]

Brilliant hues gathered into a single point!

This strike could shatter stars!

Forget a soul beast weakened after taking human form—even a Title Douluo, caught off guard by this blow, would either die or be crippled.

Just as Yue Guan was so thrilled he wanted to scream...

A sudden change.

Had erupted—!!!

The youth abruptly opened his eyes.

Without the slightest warning.

Those eyes simply opened. Yue Guan met those pitch-black pupils, calm and still.

Too damn calm.

There was not the slightest trace of fear or panic.

It was simply... the indifference of someone looking at a dead man!

Yes, indifference!!

Yue Guan suddenly had the illusion that although the youth had only just opened his eyes, it was as if he had been watching for a long time. Every move Yue Guan made had been under his gaze!

Could his attack have been entirely within this boy's expectations?!

What kind of joke was this!?

A chill shot up from his tailbone to the crown of his head.

Yue Guan had no time to think. In that split second, his palm had already landed on the youth's head.

The next moment, countless rays of golden light burst forth!!!

Several hundred meters away.

Got him!

Seeing the explosion of golden light, Bibi Dong clenched her fist excitedly. Her figure flashed as she charged forward as well.

But just as she leaped into the air.

A powerful gust suddenly rushed at her head-on. Before she could see clearly, she saw Yue Guan's figure fly backward from within the sea of golden light at an utterly unimaginable speed.

"Pfft—"

A spray of blood mixed with golden light burst from his mouth. Before he even hit the ground, he crashed down over a hundred meters away, snapping several towering ancient trees in succession. Finally, he slammed heavily into the ground, leaving behind a deep crater as dust billowed everywhere.

He lay prone at the center of the crater, feeling as though every bone in his body had fallen apart. Even his mind had shut down, and he could not make a sound of pain.

"Yue Guan!"

Bibi Dong's expression changed. She had no idea what had happened.

Yue Guan had clearly succeeded in his sneak attack, so how had he suffered such grievous injuries instead?!

"Your Highness, be careful... ngh..."

Just then, one of the Title Douluo suddenly let out a miserable cry. After shouting only once, he seemed to have had his throat seized and could not utter another word.

With golden light filling the air, she had no idea what was happening.

Bibi Dong's gaze trembled violently as she clenched her pearly teeth.

Damn it, what the hell was going on!?

Suddenly.

Bibi Dong's vision blurred, and a black figure abruptly appeared before her.

Fast!

Too fast!

So fast that she had no time to react.

Her eyes met a pair of utterly indifferent eyes, as though they were looking down upon an ant.

The next second.

A terrifying pressure, like crashing tides, swept across the entire area.

"You..."

Bibi Dong had barely let out a cry before her face turned deathly pale. Under the oppression of that aura, her chest felt tight, her limbs stiff and numb. She could not even scream.

A domain...

He had unleashed a domain...!!!

But what kind of domain was this?

Bibi Dong felt as though she had sunk into a swamp, or been plunged beneath ten thousand fathoms of seawater. Her entire body was unable to move.

But whose domain could possibly be this powerful?

It was as if there were an impassable gulf between mortals and gods. A tremendous sense of helplessness overwhelmed her.

It left her without even the slightest ability to resist!

She desperately tried to straighten her back.

Yet that pressure still forced her lush, graceful figure to bend lower and lower.

What Bibi Dong did not know was that she was already faring relatively well.

The other two Title Douluo were in even worse shape. Their knees buckled, and they dropped straight to the ground, even kneeling two pits into the earth as they sprawled there in an extremely humiliating posture.

"Mm..."

Bibi Dong's face looked exceedingly grim as she gazed at the figure standing in midair before her.

It was that boy who looked eight years old!

He walked through the air as though treading on solid ground.

Under the moonlight, his face was still childish, but those eyes possessed a depth that did not belong to someone his age.

He was fucking eight?!

Cold sweat seeped from Bibi Dong's back layer after layer.

At that moment, only one thought remained in her mind.

What the hell... was this thing!?

Wasn't he a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast that had taken human form... wasn't he supposed to be incredibly weak...

How could he be this terrifying!

Or had he never taken human form at all, with his true nature still that of a high-level soul beast!?

But what high-level soul beast could possibly be this powerful?!

Although she was only level 89, a Half-Step Titled Douluo, and it was perfectly normal for her to be unable to defeat certain powerful Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beasts, three genuine Title Douluo had also been instantly crushed!

"You are..."

Bibi Dong's pupils shook violently. With great difficulty, she raised her head and stared at the youth, her voice broken and intermittent.

"What exactly... are you...?"

A thing?

Chu Zisheng did not answer.

Though he looked like an eight-year-old boy, he stood in the air a head taller than Bibi Dong, looking down at her from above.

Moonlight spilled down, illuminating her body.

Bibi Dong's brows were tightly furrowed. Her full, voluptuous figure was wrapped in a dark purple-and-gold saintess robe, all curves and contours, with a slender waist and skin as white and lustrous as jade.

Her violet eyes were filled with terror, yet they still possessed a noble, cold beauty.

Especially her temperament—pure as the moonlight, tranquil and sacred.

Under his pressure, despite being reduced to such a wretched state, she still carried the fragile, tragic beauty of a cold and stunning woman being bullied.

"Who are you people?"

The youth spoke, his voice indifferent.

Bibi Dong was startled. Clenching her teeth, she said, "Y-you... can speak human language?"

Chu Zisheng: "..."

Slap!

Without warning, he directly slapped her across the face, the sound crisp and clear.

Bibi Dong clearly had not expected to receive that slap. Caught off guard, she had no time to defend herself—though even if she had reacted, she would not have been able to avoid it.

Still, the burning sensation on her face filled her with overwhelming humiliation.

You bastard, don't hit people in the face!

She turned her head and glared at Chu Zisheng, her eyes bloodshot.

Just then.

A weak voice suddenly rang out.

"Your... Highness!"