Douluo: Bibi Dong Abandons, Snow Empress Raises to Adulthood

"No way… Aunt Bing and Aunt Xue are really that strong?"

Shui Bing'er stared at Aunt Bing, who was speaking confidently about slaying a Level 96 Titled Douluo, unable to believe her ears.

Was this really the Aunt Bing and Aunt Xue she had spent so much time with?

Could they actually be stronger than Brother Tianyu?

Shui Bing'er found it hard to believe. After all, Brother Tianyu had already reached the level of a Titled Douluo.

But Aunt Bing and Aunt Xue didn't give off any kind of oppressive aura at all.

She just couldn't believe it.

No matter how she tried to explain to the two aunts in front of her just how terrifying a Level 96 Titled Douluo was, they remained completely indifferent, as if it was nothing worth worrying about.

Shui Bing'er widened her eyes.

Were they really that strong?

Was it true?

But no matter what, she couldn't think of any other solution.

After all, hunting down a single person was a trivial task for a Level 96 Titled Douluo.

At this point, all she could do was trust their words and wait.

Even so, her heart was still in turmoil.

'This is nerve-wracking… I just hope Brother Tianyu doesn't get into trouble.'

Xue Di's stunningly beautiful face revealed a soft smile as she lifted her snow-white hand and gently patted Shui Bing'er's head.

"Don't worry, little Bing'er. Everything will be fine."

"I understand, Aunt Xue."

For some reason, Shui Bing'er's face turned slightly red, and her long legs pressed together unconsciously, her fair skin glowing temptingly.

Facing Xue Di, she felt an inexplicable sense of closeness.

At the side, Bing Di playfully swayed her delicate feet and waved her hand dismissively.

"Alright, since we're sure there's no real problem, let's go watch the show!"

With that, she hugged Xue Di's arm and dragged her along to watch the spectacle.

...

"Ning Rongrong, who will you choose to die?"

Xue Tianyu pinched Ning Rongrong's fair, delicate face, looking down at her petite body. His voice was like the deathly whisper of a judge from the depths of the underworld, sealing the fate of whoever he named.

The scene instantly fell silent.

A hint of struggle appeared on Ning Rongrong's face.

It was clear she was hesitating.

But this hesitation was like a blade dancing over the lifelines of Tang San and Oscar.

Both of them looked at Ning Rongrong at the same time, their eyes filled with desperate pleading, as if their very souls were crying out.

After all, their lives depended entirely on Ning Rongrong's choice.

Ning Rongrong was at a loss.

"I…"

The moment she opened her mouth, Oscar suddenly shouted, "Rongrong, don't listen to him!"

Even now, Oscar still clung to the hope that they could stick together.

He knew this decision would be difficult for Ning Rongrong. He felt heartbroken for his goddess, believing that making her suffer was his own failure.

But he couldn't just tell her to choose him, could he?

As a devoted admirer, he believed he could provide Ning Rongrong with more emotional value than Tang San.

So he thought—maybe she shouldn't choose at all.

But that was clearly useless.

Xue Tianyu saw through Oscar's intentions immediately.

With a casual sweep of his Ice God Spear, he finally pointed the tip at Oscar, his voice cold and merciless.

"Not choosing? Fine."

"Then both of you die."

A chill of fear surged through Oscar as he stared at the spear tip.

It was a fear he couldn't feel when the weapon wasn't pointed at him.

His face instantly turned pale, and he dared not say another word.

But since he fell silent, Tang San panicked.

He didn't want Oscar to die with him.

He still had goals to accomplish!

Tang San immediately turned his head toward Ning Rongrong.

"Rongrong, you absolutely must not choose me!"

"What the hell?!"

Oscar feared that Ning Rongrong might agree in the next second, leaving him with no chance to argue.

So he immediately retorted, "You're forcing her to choose me instead!"

But Tang San didn't care about Oscar's life or death at all.

Right now, whoever gained Ning Rongrong's sympathy first would survive!

When it was a matter of life and death, what brotherhood was there to speak of?

"Rongrong, I haven't even seen Xiao Wu yet! I absolutely cannot die!"

The moment Tang San said this, he saw Ning Rongrong's expression darken slightly.

Of course.

His very life was in Ning Rongrong's hands, and yet he was talking about Xiao Wu?

Tang San quickly realized his mistake and immediately changed his approach.

"Rongrong, I know how you feel about me. I've always been aware of it."

His voice softened as he gazed at her affectionately.

"As long as you don't choose me to die, I'll do anything for you."

Ning Rongrong was taken aback, her beautiful eyes flashing as she looked at him.

"Anything?"

"Of course!" Tang San seized the opportunity excitedly.

"As long as I live, I'll join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and serve you!"

Then, he looked at her with deep emotion.

"I'll even marry you."

This sudden romantic assault seemed to strike Ning Rongrong right in the heart.

She gazed at Tang San with a tender look.

"Really?"

"Really!"

Tang San's firm declaration left Oscar completely speechless.

He was utterly stunned.

'Seriously?! You think you can just say stuff like that and not take responsibility for it?!'

"Rongrong, don't believe him!"

Oscar quickly interrupted.

If he didn't speak up now, the next moment that spear tip might end up aimed at his forehead!

"He's only saying this to survive! He's lying to you!"

His words had an immediate effect—Ning Rongrong hesitated.

Oscar was fuming inside.

'Tang San, you hypocrite!'

He finally saw through him.

So-called brotherhood? It meant nothing when survival was at stake.

At first, he had hoped they could stick together.

But Tang San had outright betrayed him.

Oscar felt utterly disgusted by Tang San.

Coveting his goddess, confessing at such a crucial moment, and using it as an opportunity to push him toward death.

And what would happen next?

Tang San would survive and go on to hurt Ning Rongrong?

No way!

Tang San already had Xiao Wu, yet he was saying things like this.

It was downright sickening!

Oscar's eyes burned with fury. Worried that Ning Rongrong might be swayed, he immediately raised his voice.

"Tang San! You're just a scumbag!"

Hearing Oscar, who had always been meek around him, suddenly dare to insult him, Tang San felt utterly unbalanced.

"You're insulting me?! You, Oscar, dare to insult me?!" Tang San shouted back, raising his voice even higher.

"Why wouldn't I dare?!" Oscar snapped. "At the academy, I've been here longer than you!"

"By normal standards, you should be calling me senior!" Oscar straightened his back.

"We came all this way just to help your precious Xiao! Wu!"

Oscar deliberately emphasized Xiao Wu's name loudly, making sure Ning Rongrong wouldn't forget.

After all, if she believed Tang San, she might end up with nothing in the end.

"And what gives you the right to act like this?!"

Tang San was furious.

He hadn't wanted to argue with Oscar.

But now that Oscar was trying to make Ning Rongrong choose him instead—he couldn't tolerate that.

In times of peace, they were brothers.

But when disaster struck, survival came first!

So he decided to hit Oscar where it hurt the most.

"Oscar, do you really think you can just say you'll join the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and be accepted like I can?"