Chapter 57: Bibi Dong – “Your grandson is already dead! Hahaha!” Moment of Angelic Judgement!

A layer of emerald-green light spread across Bibi Dong's eyes.

Two jade-like giant scythes emerged from the void, crossing diagonally as they slashed forward, releasing a massive green fork-shaped energy wave.

This energy wave ignored physical defense and reduced energy defense by fifty percent.

But what made it truly terrifying was its domineering effect.

If the wave injured someone, the wound would endlessly spread—resisting it required soul power. Once the victim's soul power ran dry, they would die like an oil lamp burning out.

Bibi Dong had made up her mind to kill Qian Daoliu.

And Qian Daoliu knew it.

He shook his head slowly.

The six angelic wings behind him suddenly unfurled to their fullest extent, and a blinding golden light erupted from his body like a miniature sun, illuminating the entire night sky.

"Moment of Angelic Judgement!"

Countless light swords gathered behind Qian Daoliu, forming a golden orb. Then, like a falling sun, it crashed toward Bibi Dong, dragging a long tail of golden flame behind it.

The orb was surrounded by sharp golden sword energy. The two green scythe-shaped energy waves were instantly purified and disintegrated upon contact with the angelic attack.

Then the sun-like orb continued forward, slamming toward Bibi Dong at full speed.

Bibi Dong didn't dodge. She stood there calmly, even with a trace of madness, as she waited for death to descend.

Boom!

The orb exploded. Space twisted violently.

Bibi Dong, bathed in a mist of blood, plummeted from the sky.

"Your Holiness!"

Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo were the fastest to react, catching her just before she slammed headfirst into the ground.

Now they understood.

Ginger grows spicier with age—and Qian Daoliu was still the stronger one.

Terrifying.

That last move... there might not be a soul master on the entire continent who could take it head-on.

Qian Daoliu withdrew his Angelic Spirit. His breathing faltered slightly for a brief moment, though no one noticed.

"You can tell me now," Qian Daoliu stood before Bibi Dong. "What happened to the child?"

Bibi Dong was gravely wounded. Even opening her mouth made her cough up blood, and her entire body was soaked in red.

Yet despite her miserable state, she still wore a crazed expression. "Qian Daoliu, are you afraid to kill me?"

"Afraid Qian Renxue will lose both her father and her mother?"

Bibi Dong could feel it—just before Qian Daoliu's attack landed, he had withdrawn most of its power.

She sneered at him. "If you've got the guts, kill me. Let Qian Renxue be left with only one parent!"

"Isn't that what you wanted? Hahaha!"

Qian Daoliu ignored her taunts. His burning gaze locked onto her eyes. "I won. Now tell me. That was the agreement. No excuses."

"You want to know?"

Bibi Dong let out a mocking laugh, more blood leaking from the corner of her mouth. "I'm injured right now and in a bad mood. I'll tell you once I've recovered."

"You—!"

Qian Daoliu clenched his fists so hard that his nails dug into his flesh.

"I need to heal." Bibi Dong stared fearlessly at Qian Daoliu's twisted face of fury.

"Either kill me, or wait until I recover."

"Before that happens, I won't say a word. It's your choice."

Seeing that vengeful look in Qian Daoliu's eyes but knowing he couldn't do anything, Bibi Dong felt deeply satisfied.

She would never let Qian Daoliu get what he wanted so easily.

She wanted to torment him—let his heart be consumed with unease and pain.

She would mentally torture him to the edge of collapse... and then, only then, reveal the cruel truth.

That infant... was already dead.

Dead!

By then, Qian Daoliu's expression would surely be a masterpiece.

Bibi Dong's madness surged. She would thoroughly exact her revenge on the Qian family!

Seeing how confident Bibi Dong was, Qian Daoliu slowly calmed down after his initial fury.

If he wanted to know what happened to the child, only Bibi Dong could tell him.

If she chose to take that secret to the grave, he would never know.

"Fine," Qian Daoliu understood that pressing too hard would only backfire.

He raised three fingers.

"I'll give you three days."

"If you don't speak in three days, I won't show mercy."

With that, Qian Daoliu turned and left with a wave of his sleeve.

Golden Crocodile Douluo and Spirit Kite Douluo quickly followed after.

Golden Crocodile Douluo cast a smug glance at Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo.

He'd said it all along—Qian Daoliu was stronger.

Meanwhile, Yue Guan and Gui Mei's faces were grim.

"Your Holiness…"

The two tried to offer concern, but Bibi Dong glared at them.

"Get lost!"

Shaking, Bibi Dong struggled to her feet and made her way alone back to the Pope's chambers.

She dismissed everyone, then stood alone in the luxurious palace, stripping off her clothes one piece at a time.

Until not a single thread remained.

Though she was well into adulthood, Bibi Dong's skin remained snowy and supple. Her long legs and slender waist formed an incredibly alluring silhouette.

Due to the effects of her ninth soul skill, Death Spider Emperor, her external wounds quickly regenerated without the hindrance of clothing.

That bloody, torn skin would soon return to its smooth, elastic state.

But the injuries inside her body… would take a long time to heal.

After this battle, Bibi Dong had no illusions—she still wasn't a match for Qian Daoliu.

But so what?

In three days, she would present Qian Daoliu with a grand gift.

A gift that would plunge him into despair.

The thought made her laugh out loud.

"Qian Daoliu, your grandson is already dead! I wonder what kind of expression you'll have then! This is my revenge against your Qian family!"

Arms spread, she twirled naked in the room with glee.

'Qian Daoliu, are you ready to face despair?'

'Hahahahaha!'

…

Qian Daoliu dismissed Golden Crocodile Douluo and Spirit Kite Douluo, returning alone to the Hall of Worship.

He sat cross-legged before the Angel God statue.

Only then did a flush of red rush to his face.

A drop of black blood slid from the corner of his mouth.

Bibi Dong's Rakshasa power was strong.

That sinister, purplish-black soul power had already seeped into his body.

It had been many years since Qian Daoliu was last injured.

That was another reason why he accepted Bibi Dong's request.

Just like her, he needed time to heal.

But his injuries weren't severe.

"Three days…"

Qian Daoliu took a deep breath, a gentle, hopeful light rising in his eyes.

"Maybe in three days… I'll get to meet my grandson."

He couldn't wait.

Surely, Xue'er would be overjoyed when she found out too.

…

Morning.

Sunlight streamed through the hotel window.

Xue Tianyu woke up with Xue Di in his arms.

Xue Di was still asleep.

He looked at her pure, beautiful face and couldn't resist leaning down to steal a kiss.

Her cheek was soft and springy to the touch.

Ripples stirred in Xue Tianyu's heart.

His gaze drifted downward. Beneath the towering peaks and the hem of her skirt, her long, snowy legs bent naturally, with her delicate feet pressed together—enough to spark a thousand thoughts.

"Mmm~"

Xue Di stirred from his movements, slowly opening her eyes in a daze. "Tianyu, you're already up?"

"It's not that early. The sun's already out." Xue Tianyu quickly shifted his gaze when he saw her awaken.

"Why were you looking at me like that?" Xue Di noticed the heat in his eyes right away.

"I was just thinking… Aunt Xue is really beautiful," Xue Tianyu replied honestly.

After all, if he tried to dance around the topic like humans often did, Xue Di probably wouldn't understand.

"Of course I am," Xue Di giggled, pinching his nose lightly. "But even if I'm beautiful, you still shouldn't act like that."

"You already have a girlfriend, remember?"