So You're Bibi Dong's Son! Luo Xuan: I'm Your Uncle!

No matter how you put it, Luo Xuan was not a member of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect.

Seeing the enemy's younger generation becoming more and more outstanding, anyone who could resist killing him deserved a thumbs-up.

With that in mind, Gu Rong wasted no time and revealed himself directly before Luo Xuan.

"Kid, blame your affiliation with Spirit Hall!"

The moment he appeared, he was already in his Martial Soul Avatar form.

An enormous bone dragon materialized behind him.

Nine Soul Rings pulsed around him, radiating the formidable Soul Power of a Titled Douluo as they bore down on Luo Xuan.

"Ninth Soul Skill—Bone Dragon Transformation!"

The bone dragon behind Gu Rong seemed to come alive and charged straight at Luo Xuan.

Luo Xuan's eyelids twitched at the sight, and he cursed, "Fuck your ancestors! You're dealing with a level-twenty Soul Master, yet you're using Martial Soul Avatar and even your Ninth Soul Skill? You really think highly of me!"

He had never expected Gu Rong to be this cautious. Wouldn't using a third or fourth Soul Skill just for show have been enough?

The old bastard was really terrified that he might survive.

Though Luo Xuan cursed aloud, he did not move.

Gu Rong's bone dragon could travel through space. He could not escape even if he ran.

Hearing Luo Xuan dare to curse him, Gu Rong's face darkened. "You truly deserve to die. You have no manners whatsoever. This old man will not even leave you an intact corpse!"

Manners? At a time like this, what manners was Luo Xuan supposed to have?

Was he supposed to politely say, "Bone Douluo, your Ninth Soul Skill is so impressive~"?

If he did not have a life-saving measure and Bibi Dong beside him, he would never have risked himself like this.

"To hell with manners. Just wait, old bastard. Once you're dead, I'll have Ning Rongrong put on a little bowing-and-scraping performance on top of your grave!"

"Bastard! You're courting death!"

Most things would have been fine, but the moment Ning Rongrong was involved, Gu Rong flew into a rage.

And what kind of filthy nonsense was Luo Xuan spouting? How could he, as her grandfather, possibly endure it?

His precious little girl bowing and scraping before his tombstone?!

"I don't know whether I'll die, but you're definitely dying today! I said so! Even if Qian Daoliu came, it wouldn't save you!"

He poured all his Soul Power into the bone dragon, making its dangerous aura grow even more intense.

Gu Rong now wanted nothing more than to blast Luo Xuan into dust—not leave behind even a scrap.

"Oh~ Qian Daoliu might be useless, but this old lady might not be."

As soon as she spoke, a curvaceous woman with a teasing expression appeared beside Luo Xuan.

"Bibi Dong!" Gu Rong's expression changed drastically.

How was that possible? Why would the Pope protect a brat like Luo Xuan?

Moreover, Luo Xuan had concealed the matter of Whale Rubber from Bibi Dong. Thinking of that, Gu Rong seized the chance and shouted, "Bibi Dong, that brat Luo Xuan is a traitor! Kill him, and it'll benefit both our sides! You don't know that Whale Rubber can improve one's physical constitution, do you?!"

Bibi Dong looked at Gu Rong as if he were an idiot and said disdainfully, "This old lady knew long ago. Luo Xuan was even planning to cooperate deeply with your Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, but you chose the wrong path yourselves."

Gu Rong's face changed dramatically. If he still did not realize he had been set up at this point—

Then he might as well have spent all these years living like a dog. He loudly tried to stop her. "Cooperation! We can cooperate! Our Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will compensate you!"

The only answer he received was Bibi Dong's cold voice.

"Ninth Soul Skill—Undying Body!"

The bone dragon's charge was blocked by Bibi Dong, and Luo Xuan behind her was not harmed in the slightest.

It had to be said that Bibi Dong's Ninth Soul Skill could practically be called a god-tier Soul Skill.

Its effect was simply too powerful.

After protecting Luo Xuan, Bibi Dong did not hesitate. Since she had decided to act, she would not show mercy.

"Seventh Soul Skill—Death Spider Emperor Avatar!"

When she spoke the name of that Soul Skill, Luo Xuan heard the hesitation in her voice and immediately understood why.

But Luo Xuan did not think there was anything wrong with a spider girl.

What a joke. Was she looking down on the tastes of twenty-first-century men?

"Damn Spirit Hall!"

The instant the Death Spider Emperor appeared, Gu Rong sensed Bibi Dong's Soul Power Level.

This was not something he could withstand now.

He recalled the bone dragon and prepared to flee without another word. A level ninety-five fighting a level ninety-nine Ultimate Douluo? Was that even real?

"Trying to run? No one who sees this form of mine gets to live!"

"Eighth Soul Skill—Spider Emperor Clone!"

Two Bibi Dongs blocked Gu Rong's path, leaving him nowhere to escape.

"Third Soul Skill—Death Spiderweb Restraint!"

Countless webs sprayed onto Gu Rong's body. The damage was minor, but it was enough to bind him.

"Don't underestimate me! Eighth Soul Skill—"

Before he could finish, Bibi Dong interrupted him. "Shut up."

The purple Death Spider Emperor on her body vanished, replaced by the dark green Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor.

With a faintly ferocious expression, Bibi Dong sneered and used her strongest single-target attack. Physical defense was useless against it, energy defense was halved—could it still fail to kill Gu Rong?

"Sixth Soul Skill!"

"Eternal Creation—"

The emerald twin spider scythes rose in unison, and crossed green waves of light streaked toward Gu Rong.

Unable to move, Gu Rong sensed the threat of death from that attack, though he did not know the effect of Bibi Dong's Soul Skill.

He hurriedly reinforced himself, piling every defensive Soul Skill he had onto his own body.

That only made him die faster. Eternal Creation was best defended against with Soul Power; once that Soul Power was exhausted, death would come as well.

While Gu Rong struggled against Eternal Creation—

Bibi Dong did not dare return to Luo Xuan's side. With her back to him, she asked in a low voice, "This form of mine is ugly, isn't it?"

She could not kill Luo Xuan, which was why she had not wanted to use Martial Soul Possession.

Seeing this—

Luo Xuan did not remain where he was. He walked toward Bibi Dong and even nodded. "Yeah, it doesn't look good."

Bibi Dong's entire body trembled, and her face turned even colder.

Just as she was about to lose control of her killing intent, Luo Xuan arrived at her side.

A pair of shameless hands climbed onto her spider legs. "But who told me I'm into this? A spider girl—how tempting!"

Whether it was Luo Xuan's words or the genuine sensation from her spider legs—

Either way, Bibi Dong's face reddened, rosy like a young girl in love.

She turned around and stared into Luo Xuan's eyes, light gleaming in them. "Really?"

"Of course!"

Luo Xuan showed no trace of guilt. There was neither disgust nor revulsion in his eyes, only appreciation and curiosity.

Without realizing it, Bibi Dong relaxed, and a brilliant smile appeared on her face.

She, Bibi Dong! Even in Martial Soul Possession, someone liked her!

She did not know that Luo Xuan was taking up more and more space in her heart.

If not for that lingering obsession, Yu Xiaogang would have long since disappeared from her heart.

Good things came one after another. While they flirted, Gu Rong's Soul Power had already been exhausted.

In the end, he was struck by Eternal Creation.

It was not a pleasant feeling. Just one hit left him gravely wounded and on the brink of death.

He lay weakly on the grass nearby. "Heh heh, I suppose Fengzhi never expected this trip of mine to end like this."

He had held a good hand, but his fear of Luo Xuan had turned them into enemies.

Not only had he failed to kill Luo Xuan, but the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's days ahead would probably not be easy either.

"Kid, I never expected that at your age, you could actually order Bibi Dong to protect you."

Right before his eyes, Luo Xuan took Bibi Dong's hand and walked up to him. "What do you think? Don't worry, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will join you down there."

Gu Rong's eyes widened. "So... so you're Bibi Dong's son!"

His head tilted to one side, and life left his body.

"Your uncle, my ass!"

That bastard had managed to piss him off even before dying. Luo Xuan had originally wanted to act cool.

But he had forgotten that his current age was off. Who would normally think in that direction?

Bibi Dong instead rubbed Luo Xuan's head, her face full of smiles. "Hee hee hee, good son, what shall we do next?"