Severely injuring Qian Xunji with a single strike

"The chasm between a Douluo and a Titled Douluo isn't so easily crossed."

"Very well. I should take this opportunity to teach you what it means to respect your elders."

In the seat of honor, Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong with outward composure, but inwardly, he was already weighing his options.

Ever since Bibi Dong entered the hall, Qian Xunji had sensed that she thought nothing of him, and it infuriated him.

In Qian Xunji's eyes, everyone in the world had to treat him with the utmost respect, especially his disciple, Bibi Dong. He could not tolerate any disrespectful behavior from her.

Today, he had to teach Bibi Dong a lesson and make her understand her place.

"Come, Dong'er."

"Attack with everything you have. Let me see just how much you amount to."

Qian Xunji spread his hands, and the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul above his head made the same gesture. In an instant, the golden light filling the hall intensified, as though this place had become his absolute home ground.

"..." In the center of the hall, Bibi Dong said nothing. Instead, she secretly channeled the power of darkness, then turned into a streak of light and charged at Qian Xunji.

"Hmph, well met."

"Angel's Protection."

A confident smile curved Qian Xunji's lips, as though victory were already in his grasp. Then the golden light around him contracted, and formidable angelic power formed a shield before him.

Qian Xunji knew every one of Bibi Dong's moves like the back of his hand. Whatever Soul Skill she used, he was absolutely confident he could neutralize it. He could even guarantee that she would not break through his simple "Angel's Protection."

But when Qian Xunji suddenly saw a black scythe appear in Bibi Dong's hand, his pupils abruptly contracted.

"What?!"

"That... what is that?"

As Qian Xunji had requested, Bibi Dong indeed held nothing back, using the Rakshasa Demon Scythe right from the start.

In an instant, the enormous black Demon Scythe swept toward Qian Xunji's forehead, trailing vast quantities of purplish-black mist.

Boom!

Before Qian Xunji could even react to what that weapon was, Bibi Dong had already struck his shield.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

The two forces had clashed for less than an instant when the shield began breaking apart, countless cracks spreading across it.

Bang!

With a crisp sound, the shield shattered completely.

"This..."

"How is this possible?"

"What kind of power is this?" Qian Xunji did not know what weapon that dark scythe, steeped in the utmost yin and evil, was. But he could sense that its power greatly countered his angel bloodline. They were two completely opposing forces, and even as a Titled Douluo, he felt fear rising from the depths of his soul.

"Hah-ah!"

Despite his many questions, Qian Xunji had no intention of dodging. His pride would not allow it, nor could he bear the shame. If he dodged even his disciple's first strike, how could he have the face to teach Bibi Dong in the future? With that thought, he immediately unleashed a stronger Soul Skill.

"Divine Holy Sword!"

This Soul Skill could increase the purifying effect of his angel Soul Power by 300%, specifically countering this kind of utterly yin, utterly evil power of darkness.

Hum!

A golden greatsword instantly formed in Qian Xunji's hand. He hurriedly held it across his body, intending to block the Rakshasa Demon Scythe.

Clang!

The golden greatsword collided with the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. Finding that he seemed to have blocked it, Qian Xunji breathed an inward sigh of relief and resumed his imposing expression. "Dong'er, it seems your strength has indeed improved considerably, but if this is all you can do, I'm afraid you're still not quite there."

Yet the moment Qian Xunji finished speaking, purplish-black mist suddenly poured from the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, rapidly tainting his Soul Power with a sizzling sound.

"Ugh..."

Qian Xunji's face changed drastically, his heart pounding wildly as he shouted, "What (the fuck)... is this now?"

He wanted to let loose a string of colorful language, but held it back.

Merely coming into contact with a trace of the utterly yin, utterly evil Rakshasa divine power gave Qian Xunji an illusory thought: he was soaking stark naked in shit. It was disgusting, but what was even more disgusting was that he seemed to have accidentally eaten a tiny bit, and that tiny bit had worms in it.

"Urgh~"

"Why am I having thoughts like this?"

"Why is this black scythe's power so sinister?"

Qian Xunji could not understand it, but that image had come to him all the same, and he had even put himself into it. It was truly that terrifying.

Bibi Dong did not know what Qian Xunji was thinking. She was merely following her insights and releasing the power of darkness within the Rakshasa Demon Scythe. However, judging by the current situation, she immediately reached a conclusion.

"It's time to end this..."

"Rakshasa Demon Blade!"

Bibi Dong murmured those words. Dark-purple radiance instantly flickered in her frost-cold eyes, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe in her hand erupted with black mist, rapidly tainting the Divine Holy Sword opposite her. Along with it, Qian Xunji's thoughts were tainted as well.

"Urgh~"

Bibi Dong could see Qian Xunji retching.

But why was he retching?

Because...

Under the taint of Rakshasa divine power, Qian Xunji inexplicably imagined an even more evil scene.

In that scene was an incomparably lavish bedchamber, with several stunning women in revealing clothing inside. Their snow-white skin peeked through their clothes. Who knew how they maintained it? Their skin was actually that good.

Qian Xunji walked over excitedly, but in the next second, he was completely dumbfounded.

What had he seen?!

Those supposedly stunning beauties...

Qian Xunji wanted to flee, but he seemed to have...

Let his guard down!!

Failed to dodge!!

The "beauties" surrounded him.

"Urgh~"

"Urgh~"

Bibi Dong noticed Qian Xunji retching several more times in succession. She did not understand, but she knew that this should be an effect of Rakshasa divine power opposing angel divine power. As long as Qian Xunji had once harbored a similar evil thought, that thought would be magnified a terrifying number of times, to the point of producing a memory fragment out of nothing.

"Hmph, shameless scum. You deserve to suffer." Bibi Dong's expression grew a few degrees colder.

Bang!

The Rakshasa Demon Scythe was, after all, a genuine divine artifact, while the Divine Holy Sword was merely something Qian Xunji had condensed from angelic power. It could not compare at all. Less than a breath after the two collided, the Divine Holy Sword crumbled apart.

Boom!

"Ugh... ngh..."

After the Divine Holy Sword shattered, the Rakshasa Demon Scythe slammed heavily into Qian Xunji's chest. He only had time to scream before his entire body was sent flying. He smashed hard into the wall above the throne, leaving a deep crater, as though he could not even be pried out.

A short while later...

With Bibi Dong's help in the hall-turning Soul Power into a shovel and forcibly prying him out-Qian Xunji sat back in the seat of honor.

The hall instantly became so quiet that a falling pin could have been heard.

Both of them were unusually stunned.

"Ngh... damn it..."

How is she so strong?!

Qian Xunji looked at Bibi Dong, his heart filled with shock. He could not believe she had severely injured him with a single strike.

Now, Qian Xunji could clearly feel that a portion of his internal organs had been shattered, and he was on the verge of coughing up blood.

But how could Qian Xunji stand making a fool of himself in front of his disciple?

So he forcibly swallowed the mouthful of blood that was about to spurt out.

No, I have to go into seclusion to heal as soon as possible. I can't keep forcing myself to hold on.

Qian Xunji felt somewhat anxious. I can barely hold on anymore.

Opposite him, Bibi Dong was also shocked by her own strength. She had not expected dealing with Qian Xunji to be so easy, either. She had injured him with a single strike.

Of course, Bibi Dong did not know that in the original story, Tang San had instantly killed the level-95 Gui Mei in the Star Dou Great Forest with a single move, relying on his Soul Power in the eighties and the Sea God Trident's Sea God's Light, which countered dark powers.

Conversely, Bibi Dong also had Soul Power in the eighties, possessed the Rakshasa Demon Scythe that countered angel divine power, and had talent no worse than Tang San's. Naturally, severely injuring the level-92 Qian Xunji with one strike was as easy as turning her hand.

"Your Holiness..."

At that moment, Bibi Dong merely thought Qian Xunji had suffered a light injury and that their challenge was not over, so she continued, "Do you still wish to test your disciple's strength?"

Test?

Test my ass!

You've fucking nearly beaten me limp.

"Ahem..."

"That won't be necessary..."

Qian Xunji's heart trembled, and he hurriedly answered, "Having tested you, I can confirm that you do indeed have the ability to cultivate independently. Your progress has been swift, and I am very pleased. From now on, as you requested, I will no longer interfere with you."

"Thank you, Your Holiness."

Hearing this, Bibi Dong breathed an inward sigh of relief. After offering a show of respectful courtesy, she left the hall.

"I wonder what Bao'er is doing now?"

By the time Bibi Dong returned to the Saintess's Bedchamber, it was already midnight.

"Holy shit! Triple kill!" (Triple kill)

Bibi Dong entered the bedroom curiously, then saw little Xu Feng lying there, leisurely playing and muttering strange words.

Although Bibi Dong did not understand them, seeing Bao'er so happy made her smile happily too.

"Bao'er, still playing? Your teacher has some good news to tell you. Want to hear it?"

Having defeated Qian Xunji, a Titled Douluo, despite being only a Douluo herself, Bibi Dong was naturally incredibly excited. She could hardly wait to share that joy with Bao'er.

But when Xu Feng heard Bibi Dong calling him, he ignored her and kept playing, even shouting with greater enthusiasm. "Go! Go! Penta kill!" (Pentakill)

Seeing little Xu Feng so absorbed in playing that he did not even acknowledge her return, Bibi Dong grew a little annoyed.

"You lazy disciple! All you do is play, day in and day out. Do you have any of the spirit a Soul Master ought to have?"

So, with a dark expression, Bibi Dong walked over to little Xu Feng, snatched the 29th Generation Frying Pan Plus from his hands, and snapped, "I'm confiscating this harmful thing."

"Uh..."

"Teacher, um, could you let me finish this round before confiscating it?"

Seeing how badly little Xu Feng was hooked, Bibi Dong's delicate brows furrowed slightly. She raised her hand as if to smash it, then scolded him again. "You lazy little disciple, neglecting your proper duties every day and doing nothing but playing. If you dare keep wasting away like this, just watch me smash it."

Bibi Dong spoke with utmost severity, as though she were truly angry.

Of course, she was actually only trying to scare little Xu Feng. It was that little bastard's fault for doing nothing but playing and ignoring her...

Thinking about this, Bibi Dong grew even angrier. That anger made her want to smash the "skinny chicken," and this whole series of actions gave Xu Feng quite a fright. He jumped straight off the bed, looking as though he were begging for mercy.

"T-Teacher."

"I was wrong. I won't dare do it again."

"Let's talk this through. Could you put the phone down first?"

Xu Feng looked at Bibi Dong in alarm, afraid she would really smash it.

"Bao'er~"

"You..."

Xu Feng's words pierced Bibi Dong's heart deeply, and her expression gradually grew forlorn.

"Tell me..."

"Who matters more, your teacher or the 'skinny chicken'?"

"Could it be that, in your heart, your teacher isn't even worth a chicken anymore?"

Hearing that, Xu Feng wore an expression like the confused-black-man meme. "I don't think that's what I meant."

"Then what did you mean?"

"I..."

Xu Feng was completely dumbstruck, and a flurry of complaints ran through his mind.

[What the fuck... I'm falling apart here...]

[I'm afraid you'll really smash the phone, Teacher, and trigger its Titled Douluo-level self-destruct function. Then the entire Saintess's Bedchamber will be razed to the ground. I'll be fine, since that self-destruction does zero damage to me (the system's self-damage immunity function).]

[But you're different, Teacher. If a Titled Douluo-level self-destruction happens, I'm afraid you'll just be gone.]

Titled Douluo-level self-destruction?

Little Xu Feng's words sent a wave of horror through Bibi Dong's heart. She instinctively glanced at the 29th Generation Frying Pan Plus in her hand, thinking, Th-this little thing has that much power?

"Teacher."

"Stay calm. Please stay calm. Don't smash it."

Seeing how nervous little Xu Feng was, Bibi Dong chose to believe him, however shocked she felt inside. At the same time, she felt somewhat gratified... It seems Bao'er does care about me.

Still, Bao'er is always holding something so dangerous. That doesn't seem very safe. Worry rose in Bibi Dong's heart, and she immediately put the 29th Generation Frying Pan Plus into her Soul Tool.

(End of chapter)