Bibi Dong Reaches Level Ninety-Nine as Infighting Begins at Shrek

Dai Mubai had thought he could leave. He hadn't expected one last demand before he went.

Damn it!

He'd known that boy wasn't so kind.

If he admitted the White Tiger Martial Soul was a lowly mongrel dog, what would become of the Dai family's honor?

But he had fled the Star Luo Empire. It would be hard to return to the Star Luo Dai family, especially without Zhu Zhuqing at his side. He could no longer fight Dai Weisi, either. Perhaps the family's honor didn't matter so much anymore.

His life was all that mattered now. That damned boy was terrifyingly strong, yet he looked only fourteen or fifteen!

"If you won't say it, I'll make you."

The chill in Fang Fan's voice made Dai Mubai's face darken.

"Say it, Boss Dai! Hahaha..."

Ning Rongrong loved seeing Dai Mubai squirm.

After all, he had torn into her at the academy.

"Coward," Zhu Zhuqing said coldly.

"The White Tiger Martial Soul of my Dai family... is a mongrel dog!"

Dai Mubai forced the words through clenched teeth, trembling when he finished.

But Zhu Zhuqing said:

"What? I can't hear you."

"You..."

Dai Mubai was about to roar at her, but the boy was watching him. A chill ran through his entire body.

"Louder," Fang Fan said calmly.

"The White Tiger Martial Soul of my Dai family is a lowly mongrel dog!"

Dai Mubai bellowed in fury, then fled toward the outskirts of Suotuo City without looking back.

"Hahaha..."

Dai Mubai looked utterly wretched to Ning Rongrong. Being forced to say those words—it felt wonderful to watch.

She had held a grudge against him for some time.

Xiao Wu was surprised to see Ning Rongrong so delighted on an outsider's behalf.

Fang Fan looked at Xiao Wu. A Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast. Good. She could live a little longer. Once he reached level ninety, he would make her a Soul Ring for his second Martial Soul.

With that thought, he slipped an arm around Zhu Zhuqing's slender waist and returned to the Hotel.

Bibi Dong felt the fierce, miraculous effects of the Immortal Herbs. The hidden injuries throughout her body healed rapidly, and her Soul Power soared, soon returning from level ninety-eight to ninety-nine.

Without the triple torment of Rakshasa Divine Power, Rakshasa Evil Thought, and her Martial Soul's poison, her Soul Power would never have fallen from level ninety-nine to ninety-eight. Now she had rejoined the ranks of the Limit Douluo, becoming one of the four on the Douluo Continent.

Her mental strength and Soul Power had both improved. The poison of her Martial Souls was no longer a danger; it was completely under her control, a weapon at her command.

She sensed half a Soul Core forming in her Dantian. To develop half a Soul Core overnight from two Immortal Herbs was millions of times faster than she had imagined.

Excitement made her ample chest rise and fall, nearly spilling out. Within a year or so, she could form her first Soul Core. By then, even Qian Daoliu would be no match for her.

Forming a Soul Core would deepen her Soul Power reserves and give her greater capacity to recover and release them. That was the foundation of true strength.

What an extraordinary disciple.

She could also sense that her Martial Souls had evolved. Death Spider Emperor and Soul Devouring Spider Emperor seemed like the right names now. Both felt stronger, and their two poisons had evolved into Ultimate Poison.

Bibi Dong was astonished by how much she had gained from just two Immortal Herbs.

I must reward Fan properly.

But what should I give him?

She had already given him her finest treasures. He had Spirit Bones and valuables alike. That made things difficult.

The little rascal had it too good. He even had a wife now.

She would reward him when she came across something worthy of him.

Dai Mubai fled back to Shrek Academy. Only then did he let out several long breaths and collapse onto the grass, feeling somewhat safe at last.

What had just happened was terrifying. Even thinking about it now made him shudder.

He had bitten off and eaten two of his own fingers. The thought made him sick.

After he had rested a while, he heard two sets of footsteps approaching.

Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu came into view.

"Ning Rongrong! Fuck... What the hell was that back there? You took an outsider's side and kicked your own classmate while he was down?"

The sight of Ning Rongrong reignited Dai Mubai's anger. He sprang up and strode toward her, radiating aggression.

"Oh? The stray dog only dares to throw his weight around at home?"

Ning Rongrong had no intention of being polite. She shot back:

"The White Tiger Martial Soul is nothing but a lowly mongrel dog! Do you think I'm afraid of you just because you're a prince of the Star Luo Empire?

"You're a failure who ran away because you couldn't win. You're not even a prince of the Star Luo Empire anymore.

"I'm the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, and I have two Super Douluo grandfathers.

"Touch a hair on my head, and I'll have them kill you, you yellow-haired mutt!"

"Ning Rongrong, you're asking to get fucked!"

Dai Mubai's fury boiled over. He activated Martial Soul Possession, forgot the pain in his hand, and lunged at Ning Rongrong with his face flushed red.

"Aah! The lowly mongrel dog's biting people!"

Ning Rongrong hurried behind Xiao Wu.

Hearing the commotion, Zhao Wuji, Tang San, and Flender came out.

The matter with Ma Hongjun and Oscar had already left them exhausted.

They had brought in a Healer to treat the place Ma Hongjun used to relieve his excess fire, but the injury would not heal. Some strange energy blocked it, and there was nothing they could do.

Ma Hongjun had fallen into despair. Even the way he looked at Flender held resentment—

Flender had taught him that "a Soul Master who doesn't cause trouble isn't a good Soul Master," and that belief had led him into this mess;

Flender had also taught him how to relieve his excess fire.

He blamed everything on Flender. Flender had made him neither man nor woman.

Flender felt awful too. A gifted student had been ruined. How was Shrek supposed to make its name across the Douluo Continent now? How was it supposed to make money?

They saw Dai Mubai in torn clothes, his hair disheveled and one hand covered in blood, roaring at Ning Rongrong like a wild beast.

"Dai Mubai, stop! What happened to your hand?"

Zhao Wuji flashed between Dai Mubai and Ning Rongrong.

Ning Rongrong had revealed that she was the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect. Dai Mubai could not be allowed to attack her. If he did, Shrek would collapse in an instant.

"The one who crippled Ma Hongjun broke them... No. I bit them off myself... Hahaha..."

Dai Mubai suddenly burst into a miserable laugh, bitterness, frustration, and rage all tangled in it:

"Everything's gone! Hahaha..."

"What the hell happened?"

Seeing how badly Dai Mubai had been shaken, Flender turned to Ning Rongrong and Xiao Wu.

"This is what happened..." Xiao Wu told them everything.

"Uh... A fourteen- or fifteen-year-old Quasi-Soul Emperor at level sixty? Are you sure you saw it right?"

Zhao Wuji's eyes widened, and he sucked in a sharp breath.

"I'm in my forties and only in the seventies. How could that boy have cultivated so fast? It's impossible!"

Flender's jaw hung open in disbelief.

"It's true! And that boy is incredibly handsome!"

Ning Rongrong looked utterly smitten as she said it.

"That man brutalized Ma Hongjun, cost Oscar and Boss Dai two fingers each, and broke Boss Dai's spirit. Now he's... sunk this low..."

Tang San's gaze chilled as he spoke. That man already has a way to die.