Douluo Unrivaled: The Beginning Materializes the Black Abyss and White Flowers

Chapter 406 Bibi Dong's Anger

“Third brother!!!”

"Mistress!!!"

Ma Hongjun, Dai Mubai, Zhu Zhuqing, Oscar, and others let out heart-wrenching cries, watching helplessly as their dearest friend died so tragically. Endless anger and despair instantly overwhelmed them.

At the very moment when this chaos and grief reached their peak—

"laugh!"

A sharp and unparalleled sword aura suddenly descended from the sky, accurately severing several skeletons entangled around Ning Rongrong.

The next moment, a gray figure appeared as fast as lightning; it was none other than Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had come to find Ning Rongrong.

He had already been lying in wait nearby, but Xiao Wu's divine power in the parallel world made him dare not make any rash moves.

He only seized the fleeting opportunity when Xiao Wu was momentarily slowed down due to absorbing her counterpart and killing Tang San.

Chen Xin grabbed the astonished Ning Rongrong, and without lingering in the fight, he merged his body and sword into one, transforming into a streak of light to flee into the distance.

"Grandpa Jian, save everyone, save Oscar, Fatty and the others."

Ning Rongrong recovered from the shock and the shock of Tang San's death, and cried out anxiously, clutching Chen Xin's sleeve tightly.

A hint of helplessness flashed across Chen Xin's face, but he did not slow down at all. Instead, he gently chopped Ning Rongrong on the back of the neck with a chop, knocking her unconscious.

"Rongrong, I'm sorry... Grandpa... couldn't save them all."

He muttered to himself with a resolute air, then increased his speed and disappeared into the vast night in an instant.

He knew that once they were entangled by those menacing bone dragons, neither he nor Rongrong would be able to escape once the god-level Xiao Wu came to her senses.

Saving one person is already the limit.

Chen Xin's sudden appearance and departure did not trigger Huo Yuhao's pursuit.

He merely glanced indifferently at the vanished sword light, paying it no heed.

In his eyes, a support-type Nine Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda Soul Master no longer posed a threat.

Meanwhile, in the parallel world, Xiao Wu's pain and sorrow from personally killing Tang San gradually subsided under Huo Yuhao's mental soothing power.

The flickering emotion in her eyes vanished, replaced by the indifference and tranquility befitting a deity.

Seeing that Xiao Wu had returned to normal, Huo Yuhao turned his cold gaze back to the remaining Shrek Academy members.

"Clean it up."

He calmly gave the order and pronounced the final death sentence.

The undead army roared once more, surging towards Yu Xiaogang and the others like a tide of death.

Dai Mubai was covered in blood, and his White Tiger protective barrier was already shattered. He stood in front of Zhu Zhuqing, looked at the undead knights surrounding him, and smiled bitterly: "Zhuqing... it seems that we are going to die together today."

A faint yet gentle smile appeared on Zhu Zhuqing's usually cold face as she took his blood-stained hand in hers.
"Mu Bai, I have no regrets in this life."

The next second, the two simultaneously unleashed their last bit of soul power, rushing towards the torrent of the dead. They were ultimately engulfed by countless swords and bone claws, falling together in each other's arms, never separating until death.

Ma Hongjun watched as Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing died in battle, and then watched as Ning Rongrong was taken away unconscious. The phoenix flames on his body flickered, and he had reached his limit.

He watched the charging zombies, a glint of madness flashing in his eyes.

"You sons of bitches, I'll fight you to the death! Phoenix - Roaring Strike!!"

He squeezed out his last bit of soul power, transformed into a burning fire phoenix, and charged into the enemy ranks, causing a violent explosion that took away a group of dead souls before he himself completely dissipated in the flames.

Oscar watched as his comrades fell one after another in battle, tears mingling with blood as they streamed down his face.

He futilely brandished his dagger, and was eventually pierced from behind by a skeleton soldier's spear. As he fell to the ground, he was still clutching an unfinished sausage tightly in his hand.

Yu Xiaogang, Flander, and Liu Erlong stood back to back, their soul power already exhausted.

"Erlong, Xiaogang... it's my fault for not protecting the academy, for not protecting the children..."

Flander's glasses were shattered, and his face was covered in blood and regret.

Liu Erlong gripped Yu Xiaogang's arm tightly, watching the approaching spirits. His eyes held no fear, only resentment and profound weariness.

"Boss Fu, it's not your fault... At least, our golden trio ended up together."

Yu Xiaogang's gaze swept across the blood-stained battlefield, watching the young lives extinguished. His eyes were filled with unbearable grief and despair. Finally, he could only sigh deeply and close his eyes: "It's over..."

The dead engulfed their last figures.

As Yu Xiaogang's figure fell into the tide of the undead, the roar in the valley gradually subsided, leaving only the faint sound of the bones of the undead rubbing against each other and the faint wails of ghosts.

The intense stench of blood was almost tangible, testifying to the sheer brutality of what had just transpired.

Beibei stood there, her body trembling slightly.

He witnessed firsthand the fall of Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong—his ancestors from which his bloodline originated—as well as Dai Mubai, Ma Hongjun, and other names that had once shone brightly in historical records, before the army of the undead.

Especially the look of grief and despair in Yu Xiaogang's eyes when he fell was like a cold needle piercing his heart.

Pain and regret surged like a tidal wave, assaulting his reason and nearly suffocating him.

For Tang Ya's sake, he watched this massacre unfold before his eyes.

Just then, a skeleton warrior, clad in tattered armor and with the soul fire burning calmly in his eye sockets, silently walked up to him, stepping across the blood-stained ground.

In its pale white bony palm, it held an object—a bone that was crystal clear blue-gold in color, with a beautiful shape and exuding a rich life force and the fragrance of grass and trees. It was the soul bone that survived after Tang San's body exploded—the Blue Silver Emperor's right leg bone.

The skeleton warrior handed the soul bone to Beibei, his movements stiff yet carrying an eerie respect.

Beibei's gaze was instantly drawn to that soul bone.

All the pain, all the regret, all the guilt, at this moment, seemed to melt away and dissipate rapidly, like ice and snow meeting the blazing sun.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes were fixed on the bone that radiated an alluring light.

"Xiaoya... Xiaoya can be saved..."

He murmured to himself, his voice trembling, but more so filled with an overwhelming excitement and longing.

He practically snatched the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone from the skeleton's hand.

The soul bone felt warm to the touch, and the pure and immense life energy calmed his somewhat disordered aura caused by excitement and previous emotional fluctuations.

He could sense that the power contained within this soul bone could definitely cleanse Tang Ya's body and martial soul, which had been corrupted by evil poison, and rebuild her foundation.

Hope, like a lighthouse in the darkness, dispelled all the gloom in his heart.

Compared to saving Xiaoya, what do those feelings of regret and self-blame matter?
History is history, the dead are gone, but the living must protect it.

For this goal, he was willing to risk everything, even if his hands were stained with blood and he bore eternal infamy. He gripped the Blue Silver Emperor Soul Bone tightly, as if he held Tang Ya's lifeline in his grasp. The struggle and pain on his face were completely replaced by an almost obsessive determination.

Huo Yuhao, who had been quietly observing from the side, took in all of Bei Bei's emotional changes.

When he saw Beibei finally grip the soul bone tightly, her eyes no longer filled with confusion, but only with a resolute determination to achieve her goal at all costs, a deep smile slowly crept onto his lips.

well.

His senior brother, Bei Bei, finally broke free from the pointless indecisiveness and moral constraints, crossing the line of no return.

From now on, they are truly on the same path.

For the sake of those they care about, they can transform into demons and slaughter all living beings, including... their own past.

Huo Yuhao walked slowly to Bei Bei's side, his gaze sweeping over the magnificent soul bone in Bei Bei's hand. His voice was calm but carried a hint of barely perceptible satisfaction: "Senior Brother, with this, Teacher Xiao Ya will definitely be able to recover completely."

Bei Bei looked up at Huo Yuhao with a complicated expression, but finally nodded heavily: "Mm."

One word was enough to show his stance and choice.

Huo Yuhao's smile deepened slightly.

He knew that from this moment on, Beibei could never turn back, nor... needed to turn back.

They will walk side by side on this thorny and dark road until the end.

Huo Yuhao and Bei Bei were preparing to leave this bloody place with the unconscious Tang Ya and Jing Yuan, who was standing quietly to the side, when the lingering aura of death in the air was suddenly torn apart by an even more terrifying, resentful, and evil divine power.

"Tsk-!"

Space was forcibly torn open like a rag, and a stunningly beautiful yet ferocious figure stepped out. The purplish-black Rakshasa divine power swept out like a tangible wave, causing the low-level undead creatures to tremble and their soul flames to flicker.

It was none other than Bibi Dong, the Empress of the Spirit Empire.

Her eerie purple eyes instantly locked onto the two corpses tightly embracing each other on the ground—Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment.

Bibi Dong's coldness and murderous intent froze abruptly. She stared blankly at Yu Xiaogang's lifeless face, which seemed to carry a sense of relief and regret, and at Liu Erlong's arm that was still tightly holding him even in death.

An indescribable emotion, a mixture of intense pain, emptiness, and rage, erupted in her heart like a volcano.

"Did...you...kill them?"

Bibi Dong's voice seemed to come from the deepest hell, icy cold, and every word contained a killing intent that could freeze the soul.

She slowly raised her head, her eyes filled with madness and destruction, staring intently at the only living group present—Huo Yuhao, Bei Bei, and Xiao Wu and Jing Yuan beside them.

Huo Yuhao's heart sank. He had never expected Bibi Dong to personally pursue him here, let alone that her reaction would be so intense.

He forced himself to remain calm and bowed slightly, saying, "Your Majesty, Yu Xiaogang, Liu Erlong, and others are enemies of the Spirit Empire. Our actions are to eliminate this threat to the empire. We have no ill intentions towards the Spirit Empire or towards you."

He tried to explain, hoping to appease the Rakshasa god's anger.

However, Bibi Dong interpreted these words as sarcasm and provocation.

"Who... ordered you to kill him?!"

Bibi Dong's voice suddenly rose, filled with hysterical madness.

"Even if he's going to die... only I can kill him. What are you... to even think of touching him?!"

Her twisted love and hate were laid bare at this moment.

She could hate Yu Xiaogang, torture him, and even kill him with her own hands, but she would never allow anyone else to do it for her.

Seeing the corpses of Yu Xiaogang and Liu Erlong locked in a life-or-death embrace, her anger completely overwhelmed her reason.

"You... will be buried with him."

Before she finished speaking, a flash of purple light appeared in Bibi Dong's hand, and the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, which was wrapped in endless resentment and evil energy, was already in her grasp.

She didn't even use any complex soul skills; she simply waved her hand, imbued with boundless rage and divine power.

A purplish-black scythe-like blade of light, stretching across the sky and earth, accompanied by a soul-ripping shriek, destroyed everything in its path and slashed down towards Huo Yuhao and the others.

God is as powerful as hell!

Huo Yuhao's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was speechless and dumbfounded.

This was completely different from what he had expected. Weren't Tang San and the others mortal enemies of the Spirit Empire?

He helped the Spirit Empire eliminate a major threat, so why did it arouse such great killing intent from Bibi Dong?
How does this woman's brain work?!
Despite the doubts, the genuine and deadly murderous intent was undeniable.

Just as Huo Yuhao was about to open the undead demiplane to summon even stronger undead, and Bei Bei, pale-faced, protected Tang Ya—

Xiao Wudong, who had been standing quietly beside Huo Yuhao, suddenly appeared.

As a deity, her reaction speed far surpasses that of ordinary people.

The pink figure appeared at the forefront as if by teleportation. Facing the Rakshasa Blade Light that was powerful enough to cleave mountains, a trace of solemnity flashed in her eyes, but there was no fear.

Her slender, jade-like legs, wreathed in rich divine power, were like blue crystals, carrying the aura of shattering stars, as she kicked upwards with a mighty force.

"boom--!!!"

The blue divine power clashed fiercely with the purplish-black Rakshasa divine power.

There are no fancy techniques; this is the purest clash of divine power.

The terrifying explosion was deafening, and a devastating energy shockwave erupted from the center of the collision, spreading wildly in all directions like a tsunami.

The earth cracked inch by inch, and the surrounding trees and rocks turned to dust the moment they came into contact with the shock wave. Even the undead creatures that couldn't dodge in time were wiped out instantly. The entire area was as if it had been hit by a meteorite, and it was instantly devastated.

Xiao Wu's figure swayed slightly in the air before landing steadily, her eyes coldly fixed on Bibi Dong.

She had just absorbed the power of her counterpart and was on the rise, but she dared not be careless in the slightest when facing an angry attack from a legitimate deity.

Meanwhile, Jing Yuan had also taken out his ancient array sword at some point.

He did not unleash any earth-shattering aura, but golden lightning, like a gentle dragon, swirled and leaped around him, emitting a low crackling sound.

His eyes calmly gazed at the seemingly crazed Bibi Dong, a thoughtful look in them.

'This Rakshasa god... is in a very unstable state.'

Jing Yuan thought to himself.

Although Bibi Dong had only recently inherited her divine position and was far from having the divine power accumulation and control expected of a first-level god, the combat power she unleashed under the blessing of her divine position was already approaching that of a second-level god in the divine realm.

(End of this chapter)