As Yu Xiaogang's world-shaking declaration ended, the entire Douluo Continent was shocked once again.
Everyone in the Sea God Pavilion instinctively looked at Yu Xiaogang's wife, Liu Erlong, while Liu Erlong herself felt as though her nose had turned red and her hair had become a rainbow-colored afro.
What the fuck! A shocking exclusive!
Yu Xiaogang actually liked his own disciple, Tang San! Hearing him admit it himself, the orange mocking mask on Youfei's face instantly turned into a red mask of elation.
This was simply too much elation! If he had been the God of Elation, he would have made Yu Xiaogang an Emanator of Elation, no question. The man was just too entertaining.
"What about Bibi Dong, then?"
Lin Huan, never one to mind adding fuel to the fire while watching the fun, suddenly asked a question. Over at Spirit Hall, Bibi Dong, whose mind was still immersed in the little tale of love and hate involving Yu Xiaogang, Huo Yuhao, the God of Games, and the Sea God, suddenly shuddered.
Had she just been called out? She immediately looked over curiously, also wanting to see how Yu Xiaogang felt about her now.
In the Cosmic Grand Arena, Yu Xiaogang slowly recovered from the excruciating pain. Faced with this question, he answered without thinking:
"Bibi Dong? She's the inherently evil Rakshasa God, a rat in the gutter. How could she have anything to do with me, the pure-as-ice-and-jade teacher of the Sea God? Liu Erlong is the only one in my heart!"
His words were utterly resolute, and he even put on a deeply affectionate expression as he spoke, as though he loved Liu Erlong and Liu Erlong alone with all his heart.
Watching his performance, Lin Huan pointed toward the Martial Soul Realm floating in the universe opposite them and said:
"Um... Bibi Dong is watching this livestream too."
"What?!"
Hearing this, Yu Xiaogang froze, then instantly panicked. Next, Lin Huan snapped his fingers, and a video call appeared before Yu Xiaogang.
Bibi Dong's morbidly exquisite face appeared on the screen. She looked at Yu Xiaogang, her eyes filled with madness and love.
"Xiaogang, didn't you say you loved only me?"
An eerie female voice came through the screen. Yu Xiaogang was so frightened that he collapsed to the ground, his eyes filled with panic. But he soon remembered Shrek Academy's current strength and immediately regained his confidence. Standing up again, he pointed at her and cursed:
"Bibi Dong! Stop spouting nonsense, you witch! I don't know you at all! Besides! Shrek has a full four Limit Douluos and countless Super Douluos! Why would we be afraid of you alone!"
Yu Xiaogang was brimming with confidence now. Bibi Dong was indeed strong, but she had lost her divine position and was, at most, a Limit Douluo. As for Limit Douluos, their Shrek Academy had a full four of them! Why would they fear her?
Faced with Yu Xiaogang's rebuttal, the smile on Bibi Dong's face grew colder and more crazed, and her low voice came through.
"Is that so, Xiaogang... Your heart holds only that younger cousin of yours... Then I'll have to dig your heart out and take a good look. Since there's no place for me in your heart, I'll steal it and make your heart belong to me alone!"
On the other end of the video call, Rakshasa Divine Power swirled around Bibi Dong. With that morbidly obsessive look, she really did not seem to be joking.
Seeing Bibi Dong like this, Yu Xiaogang's face went white with fright. He staggered back several steps, accidentally fell to the ground again, and even his legs were trembling.
"Lunatic! You crazy woman!"
"Holy shit, a yandere! Hardcore!"
Lin Huan, watching from the side, was instantly delighted. All right, all right, this was great. Bibi Dong had upgraded into a yandere. Now there would be a good show.
Kill! I want to see rivers of blood!
Heh heh heh!
The video call soon ended, and Lin Huan was satisfied. He had dished out so much juicy gossip in one go that it was enough to bring joy to the continent.
"All right, Gangzi, I'm done with my business. Time for you to go back."
Having found so much entertainment in one go, Lin Huan felt very happy. Even his attitude toward Grandmaster could not help improving considerably. After all, this was someone who could provide him with entertainment. Didn't that deserve a hefty reward?
Only after hearing the God of Games' reminder did Yu Xiaogang recover from the fear Bibi Dong had brought him. He immediately held out a hand to stop him.
"Wait! I still haven't made my wish!"
He still remembered that the wish Yun Ming had won was in his hands. How could he possibly forget the wish he had been yearning for all this time?
"Huh? Oh, I almost forgot. You haven't used the wish Yun Ming transferred to you. Go on, what do you want to wish for? I still need to clock out."
Lin Huan glanced at the time, thinking of finishing early so he could go home and spend time with his child. Seeing this, Yu Xiaogang said without hesitation:
"I want my Martial Soul to evolve!"
Originally, Yu Xiaogang had intended to use the name of his favorite disciple, Tang San, the Sea God and Asura God, to make this God of Games obey his commands. Never in his wildest dreams had he expected so much trouble to come of it.
Now, since he could not subdue this God of Games, greed could not help welling up in Yu Xiaogang's heart. He had now arrived on the Douluo Continent twenty thousand years in the future.
If he still had that farting pig Martial Soul, it would be far too embarrassing, so he wanted to use this wish on himself.
"Fine, fine, take it. Now scram. Don't stop me from clocking out."
Lin Huan waved his hand, and a beam of golden light fell on Yu Xiaogang. His figure instantly vanished, returning to Shrek Academy, while the God of Games also began wrapping things up.
Numerous spotlights around him shone down on him. Still wearing that immaculate tailcoat, with a joyful mask of elation on his face, he elegantly bowed slightly toward the camera.
"Well then, viewers from the Douluo Plane and the Abyss Plane, today's first Cosmic Grand Arena duel has come to a successful conclusion. Thank you for watching! See you next time!"
As his words ended, red curtains appeared around him and slowly began concealing the enormous arena. Lin Huan had successfully clocked out.
Although the God of Games had clocked out, the effects he had caused were still brewing across the Douluo Continent and the Abyss.
The Holy Spirit Cult's Underworld Emperor had temporarily fallen to the Demigod level and needed a large number of resentful souls to recover before he could return to the Quasi-God realm.
Meanwhile, the Holy Spirit Cult had split into several factions: the Ghost Emperor Faction, the Underworld Emperor Faction, and the Xishui Faction.
They all came from the Holy Spirit Cult, but they were anything but harmonious, their eyes filled with wariness as they looked at one another. A full five Limit Douluos-this lineup was truly terrifying.
At the same time, Ye Xishui and Long Xiaoyao both looked warily at the Ghost Emperor. The two had discovered that even if they joined forces, they might not be a match for the Ghost Emperor.
The gap between a Demigod and a Quasi-God was still quite large. Unless you possessed the Six-Winged Angel Martial Soul, the Martial Soul that was the bane of all evil, or a super Martial Soul, it was unlikely that you could defeat a Quasi-God above your level.
As for the Underworld Emperor? He had fled long ago. He was injured, so how could he possibly stay in the Holy Spirit Cult? What if someone ambushed him while he was healing? The Holy Spirit Cult had plenty of methods for refining puppets. There was no way he would heal here.