Chapter 368: Bibi Dong, Dream-fulfilling Grandmaster
On the battlefield in front of Vast Sea City's walls, a massive purple formation appeared. An overwhelming aura of death erupted from the ground. From the lifeless soil, shadows began crawling out.
Most of these figures were the slain soldiers of the Heaven Dou and Star Luo Empires—killed by Bo Saixi before the battle began—as well as fallen disciples of the Clear Sky Clan and Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan. At the forefront were five Title Douluos!
Previously, as a first-tier god, Bibi Dong could only summon two Title Douluos. But now, having stepped into the realm of God King, she could summon five.
This massive undead army came at a cost. Gods were not omnipotent. The price: the tens of thousands of corpses piled in Vast Sea City before the battle began, and the countless lives lost since.
The five summoned Title Douluos were: Tang Hao, Tang San, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong.
"Grandpa Sword! Grandpa Bone! That's… that's Little Ao… and Father!"
Ning Rongrong's eyes widened as she recognized familiar faces in the undead army. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked up toward the sky, toward the purple figure exuding evil—Bibi Dong. The one she wished she could destroy, even if she was her own mother.
Yu Yuanzhen's face twisted in grief. He longed to self-destruct and drag Bibi Dong down with him. He, the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon who had lived with honor and hated evil—his clan destroyed, his body desecrated, and now his corpse puppeteered for Bibi Dong's use.
Chen Xin also wanted to end it all, to slit his throat before facing Gu Rong or Ning Fengzhi again. But he couldn't—his body no longer obeyed. What sins had the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Clan committed to suffer this fate?
Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong felt the same—burning with the urge to take Bibi Dong down with them, but utterly powerless.
Ning Fengzhi suspected the truth: Bibi Dong had summoned them just to torment them.
He was right. The undead army's strength came from Bibi Dong's god power and the immense death energy harvested from Vast Sea City. Summoning Ning Fengzhi, a support-type soul master, brought no strategic value—just turned him into a human shield to be killed again.
"Father… are you revived too?"
Tang San saw the fully restored, powerful aura of a Title Douluo emanating from Tang Hao's body. The rage on his face softened slightly.
"You're… Xiao San?"
Tang San's appearance had changed greatly during his years of training at Sea God Island, especially after fusing two divine soul rings. He looked even more handsome now, and Tang Hao didn't recognize him at first.
A heavy sorrow fell over Tang Hao's face. "Xiao San… you're dead too? What happened to the Clear Sky Clan?"
Tang San gave a short explanation—how Spirit Hall framed him for the destruction of the Slaughter City and placed all the blame on him. But he left out the worst parts: the torture, the humiliation, how Bibi Dong had treated him like a toy, thrown him into the Rakshasa prison with Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, stuffed him like a cream puff day after day.
"Spirit Hall!!"
Tang Hao clenched his fists. Cracks echoed from his knuckles. If he were alive, his Killing God Domain would've erupted, perhaps even evolving from Asura Blood Prison to Asura Domain.
"This twisted formation… maybe it's not all bad. Maybe it can help me kill more Spirit Hall bastards. Kill Qian Xunji. Avenge the Clear Sky Clan. Pay them back for everything!"
His undead eyes—green with hatred—locked onto Qian Xunji at the rear of the enemy army. In this form, Tang Hao felt limitless power. Stronger than he had ever been in life.
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Battle erupted once more.
The undead army, with its zombie-gray skin and glowing green eyes, terrified the Star Alliance. Their appearance alone caused panic.
Ten entire heavy cavalry regiments—100,000 elite troops—froze in terror. Their warhorses reared and refused to advance. The most well-funded, powerful force on the field… was now useless.
"Ghosts!!"
"Save us!!"
Screams rang out from the Star Alliance.
Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong were forced to fight. Their martial spirits activated without their control. They joined Bo Saixi—not out of loyalty, but because Bibi Dong's Rakshasa martial spirit, transferred to Bo Saixi, forced them.
Bibi Dong had no time to control the undead herself—she was barely holding her own against Qian Renchuan. Through her Rakshasa link with Bo Saixi, she sent instructions: kill all Spirit Hall soul masters, especially those from the Angel Clan.
Make Qian Renchuan hesitate. Distract him. Anything to keep herself alive.
As for Tang Hao and Tang San—descendants of Tang Chen—they were untouchable. Tang Hao had once come to Sea God Island bearing a love letter for Bibi Dong. Tang San had trained there for four years. Bo Saixi wouldn't manipulate them.
Still, the three others—Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Gu Rong—could not stand against six Limit Douluos. Tang San joined the battle to help.
Meanwhile, Tang Hao, wielding a water-vat-sized Clear Sky Hammer, charged straight through the battlefield like a human meat grinder. Everywhere he went, soldiers became pulp. His one target—Qian Xunji.
Kill him.
Kill him.
That was all Tang Hao could think of. In this undead form, he had never felt stronger.
This was his chance—to end Qian Xunji. Avenge the Clear Sky Clan. Avenge his lost love. And reclaim his honor.
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