Reincarnated as the Death Spider Queen, sacrificing Bibi Dong at the start

boom--!!!

The giant hammer struck the ground, and the earth trembled!

Dozens of Spirit Hall Soul Masters who couldn't dodge in time were instantly blasted away, their fates unknown. Even Demon Bear Douluo was forced to retreat several steps by this terrifying shockwave, his expression changing drastically.

The smoke and dust cleared.

A towering figure, as imposing as a mountain, wielding a massive Haotian Hammer, stood in front of Titan.

Nine Rings in Rhythm!

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, black!

Howling Sky Douluo, Tang Xiao!

"metropolitan?!!"

Titan, who had already resigned himself to death, looked at the figure before him, who seemed to have descended from the heavens like a divine warrior, and his tiger eyes filled with tears, his whole body trembling with excitement.

"Uncle Titan, I'm late."

Tang Xiao didn't turn around, but gripped the Clear Sky Hammer tightly in his hand, staring at the Demon Bear Douluo opposite him with murderous intent.

"Demon Bear, it seems you haven't learned your lesson when my second brother broke your leg back then."

"Today, I'll break your other leg for my second brother!!"

Looking at Tang Xiao, whose momentum was overwhelming, and then at the Haotian Sect reinforcements that were rushing towards them from afar, Demon Bear Douluo was not afraid at all. Instead, he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart.

Now that Tang Xiao has arrived, he has every reason to retreat.

"withdraw……"

Before the word "retreat" could even be squeezed out of Demon Bear Douluo's throat, a terrifying aura, even more chilling and bone-chilling than the Clear Sky Hammer, suddenly poured down from the heavens!

The dust that had been stirred up by the Haotian Hammer was instantly pressed back to the ground as if by an invisible hand.

The air freezes.

Even Tang Xiao's domineering and unparalleled Haotian aura was forcibly torn apart at this moment. The rainbow-like momentum that originally belonged to the Haotian Sect was instantly shrouded by a pale white domain halo, suppressing it to the point that even breathing became difficult.

The Realm of the God of Slaughter!

"Who said you could leave, Demon Bear?"

A clear, languid, yet supremely authoritative female voice boomed above everyone's heads.

Everyone instinctively looked up.

In mid-air, a stunningly beautiful figure clad in purple-gold military attire slowly descended. Behind her, three pairs of thin, cicada-wing-like purple wings gently flapped, each flap creating a ripple of purple light.

Behind her, two equally formidable figures followed closely.

It was Chrysanthemum Douluo Yueguan, and Ghost Douluo Guimei!

But this is not the point.

The key point is the pulsating spirit ring on the purple-clad woman who is in the lead.

Yellow, yellow, purple, purple, black, black, black, black...

as well as……

red!!!

That eerie, crimson light, filled with the aura of death and destruction, appeared so dazzling and so despairing in the night sky!

A 100,000-year soul ring!

"hiss--!!!"

Gasps of shock rose and fell. The members of the Power Clan, who had been cheering for the arrival of their sect leader, were now like ducks with their necks being choked, unable to utter a sound.

Their eyes were fixed on the red spirit ring, and the color drained from their faces instantly, replaced by endless terror.

On the Spirit Hall's side...

"Your Holiness the Pope!!!"

"Long live the Pope!!"

The Spirit Hall Soul Masters, who had been intimidated by the Clear Sky Hammer, now roared wildly as if they had been injected with chicken blood.

This is their Pope!

This is an unparalleled powerhouse with a 100,000-year-old soul ring!

Amidst this frenzied wave, only Demon Bear Douluo stood rooted to the spot, completely bewildered, his head buzzing.

"The...the Pope?"

Demon Bear Douluo blinked hard, wondering if he was hallucinating.

"Didn't she...didn't she go to the Min clan? Wasn't she supposed to be lying in wait there?"

"How did I end up here?!"

"and……"

Demon Bear Douluo glanced at the two Chrysanthemum Ghost Elders behind Bibi Dong, whose faces were still pale but whose eyes were fierce.

"How did these two get here too? So the whole family came? Who's guarding the Min clan's side then?"

Demon Bear Douluo couldn't understand it, but he knew one thing—

The situation has changed.

Everything has changed!

The original plan of "luring the enemy deep into our territory" turned into "catching them like turtles in a jar," and the original plan of "strategic retreat" turned into "all-out assault"!

below.

Tang Xiao looked at the woman floating in the air, at the dazzling 100,000-year soul ring, and for the first time, his hand holding the Clear Sky Hammer trembled slightly.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

If it were just Bibi Dong alone, he might be able to put up a fight using the secret techniques of the Haotian Sect.

If it were Kiku and Kikunojo, he was even confident he could take them both down with one blow.

If it were Demon Bear Douluo, he could break the opponent's other leg as well.

but……

It's now Bibi Dong + Chrysanthemum Douluo + Ghost Douluo + Demon Bear Douluo!

Four Title Douluo!

He can't handle this lineup!

"What? Grand Sect Master Tang seems quite surprised?"

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) hovered opposite Tang Xiao, looking down at the once arrogant Haotian Sect Master with a playful smile on her lips.

"Are you thinking that I should be foolishly waiting for you in that remote mountain village of the Min clan?"

"I'm still thinking, you're really good at avoiding the enemy's strength and attacking their weakness. Could you take out my flanking force first?"

"You..." Tang Xiao's pupils suddenly contracted, "What have you done to the Min clan?!"

"how's it going?"

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) chuckled and turned to the side, revealing the dozen or so "zongzi" (rice dumplings) that had been caught in a large net by the five flying Soul Saints behind her.

boom! boom! boom!

With a series of heavy thuds, Bai He, the patriarch of the Min clan, along with more than a dozen elderly, weak, women, and children whose soul power was sealed, bound together, and whose mouths were stuffed with rags, were piled up like garbage in front of the two armies.

"Waaaaah..."

Upon seeing Tang Xiao, a glint of survival shone in the eyes of the women and children, and they struggled desperately, uttering muffled sobs.

Bai He's eyes were bloodshot as she stared intently at Tang Xiao, her gaze filled with both shame and despair.

"uncle!!"

Looking at the old man who was covered in blood and looked utterly disheveled, Tang Xiao felt a "boom" in his mind, and his rationality almost collapsed.

"Bibi Dong!! You're shameless!!"

Tang Xiao roared, the Haotian Hammer in his hand blazing with light, "Don't punish your family! You actually took the elderly, women, and children hostage! Aren't you afraid of divine retribution?!"

"Divine retribution?"

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) laughed loudly, as if she had heard a joke.

"Hahaha! Divine retribution?!"

"joke!!"

"What you call divine retribution is the greatest injustice in the world!"

"Tang Xiao! All's fair in war, and the victor is king, the loser is villain!"

"Only the winner has the right to define what justice is!"

Chapter 40 Every wrong has its perpetrator, every debt its debtor.

……

"Here he is now."

Bibi Dong (Nan Feng) stretched out her slender finger, pointed to the white crane on the ground, and then pointed to Tang Xiao:

"Sect Leader Tang, I'll give you two choices."

"First, put down the Clear Sky Hammer, and lead all members of the Power Clan to kneel down and surrender. If I'm in a good mood, I might spare your lives."

"second……"

A flash of purple light appeared in Bibi Dong's (Nan Feng's) eyes, and the two behind her, Ju Gui and his companion, instantly understood. Their soul rings flickered, and a storm of petals as sharp as knives, along with countless dark ghost hands, were placed on the necks of the elderly, weak, women, and children.

"Go ahead and do it."

"If you dare to bring that hammer down..."