Douluo: Bibi Dong Abandons, Snow Empress Raises to Adulthood

Bibi Dong abruptly woke from her dream, her body drenched in fragrant sweat. Her white legs were tightly crossed, revealing her overwhelming tension.

Her exquisite face was covered in fear and lingering dread.

For a moment, she couldn't distinguish reality from the dream.

It wasn't until she saw the damp marks on the bed and the familiar furnishings of her room that she gradually came back to her senses.

She let out a breath of relief.

But the thought of that terrifying demonic infant made her shudder with lingering fear.

'Could it be… that baby back then really didn't die?'

'Otherwise, why do I keep having nightmares so frequently?'

'And why do they feel so real…?'

'But that should be impossible.'

"It's impossible… absolutely impossible." Bibi Dong murmured to herself, her chest rising and falling violently, refusing to believe that the child was still alive.

She had personally strangled that infant. And in such a desolate, uninhabited land like the Extreme North, only soul beasts naturally adapted to the cold could possibly survive.

A human baby?

Impossible!

There was no way he could still be alive!

At this moment, the scene of her strangling the baby kept flashing through her mind.

Bibi Dong recalled the infant's face turning purple in its final moments, and suddenly, a trace of regret surged in her heart.

No matter what, that was still flesh and blood from her own body.

For so many years, she had frequently dreamed of this baby.

And as time passed and her strength grew, the baby in her nightmares seemed to become more and more terrifying.

This forced Bibi Dong into self-doubt.

'Could it be that I didn't actually strangle him to death back then, but instead, he froze to death after I left him in the Extreme North?'

'So now, his vengeful spirit has taken on such a terrifying form…'

'What a pitiful little baby…'

A flood of guilt overwhelmed Bibi Dong's heart.

But soon, her eyes turned bloodshot. Suddenly, she leapt up, and the bed beneath her shattered into pieces.

"It's all that bastard's fault!"

Bibi Dong transformed her guilt into fury, her hatred for Qian Renxue intensifying.

"I should have killed both of you back then!"

She raged madly, smashing everything in her bedroom.

"If not for Xiao Gang! Your Qian Clan would never have had a descendant!"

"And even if there is a descendant, so what?! I will destroy her! Destroy her completely!"

Before long, there was barely any place left to stand in the ruined room.

Bibi Dong stood in the center, head lowered, her expression utterly shattered.

Suddenly, she thought of Yu Xiaogang.

In the dream, that demonic infant had brought Yu Xiaogang's severed hand before her.

The moment she saw the severed hand in her nightmare, she felt as if her entire world had collapsed.

That was what she feared the most.

She would not allow Yu Xiaogang to suffer even the slightest harm.

"This should just be a nightmare, just like that demonic baby…"

"My Xiao Gang will definitely be fine…"

Bibi Dong's breathing was ragged. Only Yu Xiaogang—he was the one thing she would never compromise on.

For him, she was willing to do anything. She could endure anything.

One could say that her entire life had been dedicated to Yu Xiaogang!

As for Qian Renxue?

She was just another dead infant.

At this moment, Bibi Dong, who had gradually calmed down, raised her head to look at the shattered fragments around her, suppressing the fury in her eyes.

"It seems I must send people to investigate what really happened back then." Bibi Dong murmured in thought.

She could no longer allow this terrifying demonic infant to haunt her dreams.

That baby must die!

…

Inside the Worship Hall.

Qian Daoliu raised his head, gazing at the Angel Statue, his mind restless.

He had searched for a successor for so many years, yet still had not found one.

'Could it be that Bibi Dong truly has another child?'

'Do I really have a grandson?'

"I need to find Bibi Dong and get to the bottom of this."

Qian Daoliu let out a sigh.

If he really had a grandson, then everything would make sense.

That child would be the true Angelic Successor, the future master of the Spirit Hall—

Not an outsider like Bibi Dong.

Moreover, he had tolerated Bibi Dong for long enough. If not for the fact that she was Qian Renxue's mother, he would have taught her a lesson long ago.

Now, with Qian Renxue grown up and another possible child in the picture, he could no longer endure it.

"Then let's see, Bibi Dong, how much you've improved over the years. Let's see how much stronger you've become."

Qian Daoliu's gaze sharpened, his decision already made.

If she refused to cooperate—he would fight her for the answer.

…

At this moment, outside a hotel, Xue Tianyu stood before Oscar.

His gaze was so cold that Oscar shivered all over.

The pain from his severed right arm nearly caused him to faint.

Beside him, Ning Rongrong was completely stunned by the scene.

She stood frozen in place, staring at the bloodstains and the severed limb on the ground, her expression flustered.

"Kneel!"

The moment Xue Tianyu's voice fell, the overwhelming pressure of a Titled Douluo descended upon Oscar.

As an auxiliary-type soul master, Oscar's physical endurance was nowhere near that of beast martial soul battle soul masters.

He had no chance to resist—he dropped to his knees almost instantly.

Even Xue Tianyu himself wondered whether Oscar had voluntarily knelt or if he had simply collapsed under the pressure.

Xue Tianyu stepped forward and delivered a slap.

"Pa!"

A red handprint appeared on Oscar's face, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Oscar dared not retaliate.

Even if he weren't being suppressed, with his severed arm and his body wracked with pain, he was barely hanging onto consciousness. He couldn't fight back.

"Do you know, Oscar?"

Looking at Oscar's stubborn endurance, Xue Tianyu felt it was time to educate him.

"In Ning Rongrong's eyes, you're nothing but a pathetic dog."

Oscar's expression was firm.

A dog?

He knew it well. He was Ning Rongrong's dog!

If possible, he was willing to devote his entire life to fawning over her!

"Do you not realize that Tang San probably holds a more important place in her heart than you do?"

"Is it worth it?"

Xue Tianyu glanced at Ning Rongrong's shifting expression before continuing.

"To throw yourself at a spoiled, useless princess—don't you find it disgusting?"

"This is my choice!"

Oscar's eyes shone with unwavering determination. It was as if he had resolved to become Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's guardian knight.

"As long as I prove my absolute loyalty to Rongrong, she will surely acknowledge me!"

"I want Rongrong to know—I'm the one who will always sacrifice the most for her!"

Hearing Oscar's self-righteous proclamation, Xue Tianyu chuckled.

'Truly, simps die pathetic deaths.'

"Very well. Since you're so loyal, let me help you wake up."

Xue Tianyu no longer even wanted to look at Oscar.

A simp to the end, he was beyond saving.

Simps always ended up with nothing.

Xue Tianyu only needed to make him see that truth.

Turning to the side, he looked at Ning Rongrong.

"Ning Rongrong, I'll give you a choice."

"What choice?" Ning Rongrong was wary, uncertain of Xue Tianyu's intentions.

"Relax, it has nothing to do with you."

Xue Tianyu's faint smile sent shivers down her spine.

"Ning Rongrong, you must choose between Tang San and Oscar. One of them must die."

Ning Rongrong froze.

She glanced at Oscar, then immediately focused on Tang San.

"So the other will definitely survive?"

"I don't know about surviving. But the one you choose to die—will definitely die."

Xue Tianyu stretched out his hand, summoning an icy blue spear adorned with intricate carvings.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding temperature plummeted.

It was his divine weapon—the Ice God Spear.

The chilling gleam of the spear was like a death sentence looming over Tang San and Oscar.

Both of them instantly knew that a single touch from it would mean their end.

"Think carefully before you answer."

Xue Tianyu said with a faint smile.

Behind him, eight red and one gold soul ring slowly emerged.

Ning Rongrong and the others stared in shock at his final golden soul ring.