Nine Secrets: Dou

"Of course we must stop this wicked heresy!" a Titled Douluo roared. Nine Spirit Rings lit up around him as he prepared to attack Bibi Dong.

"What makes something a wicked heresy? Is anything that threatens the Spirit Masters' rule a heresy?"

Bibi Dong spoke up suddenly, challenging the Titled Douluo.

"You still dare argue?" The Titled Douluo flew into a rage. "You preach that anyone can cultivate. When that happens, strife will never end and blood will never stop flowing! You'll destroy the continent's peace. You'll be criminals!"

"Oh? Is Douluo Continent peaceful now? Do Spirit Masters never fight one another? Do Spirit Masters and ordinary people—those with Waste Martial Souls and no talent—live in harmony?" Bibi Dong asked, as though she had warmed to the discussion.

"Absurd! How can ordinary people and those with Waste Martial Souls be compared to Spirit Masters?" The Titled Douluo's expression changed sharply. Compare Waste Martial Souls to Spirit Masters? Such a thing had never been heard of since ancient times!

"But they're all people. Our method can give them hope now, so how can you call it the Demon Path?" Bibi Dong said earnestly.

"That's heresy! Spirit Masters have ruled the continent since ancient times!" The Titled Douluo's voice had weakened.

"Then do those with Waste Martial Souls not deserve hope? They ask for so little. Just a chance, a hope, even one that's almost impossible to realize." Bibi Dong looked at the Titled Douluo as she spoke.

The Titled Douluo hesitated. What could he say? That they deserved it? Wouldn't that mean endorsing the demons' method? That they didn't? Then he would lose the argument to a demon.

Though in his heart, he truly believed those with Waste Martial Souls did not deserve hope.

Bibi Dong saw his reaction, but her