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The battle was over. The Spirit Hall's morale soared, and the victorious cheers on the battlefield converged into a resonant roar. Soldiers hoisted the Spirit Hall's banners high, shouting excitedly, "Long live the Spirit Hall!"
Bibi Dong stood atop a high point, her gaze sweeping over the battlefield, her bearing regal.
She loudly proclaimed, "The Haotian Sect's army has been completely annihilated. Today's battle marks a great victory for the Spirit Hall!"
Turning to the officers beside her, she commanded, "Clear the battlefield and capture all remaining forces of the Haotian Sect. Leave no threats behind!"
"Yes, Your Holiness!"
The Spirit Hall's army returned triumphant.
Time passed swiftly.
Night fell.
Within the Spirit Hall.
Qian Daoliu was meditating in his room, his body covered in wounds, his breathing slightly labored, yet his gaze remained sharp as a sword. The intense clash with Tang Chen and Shui Wuya had nearly cost him his life; the harrowing battle still echoed in his mind, leaving him apprehensive.
As he silently reflected on that life-and-death struggle, someone suddenly pushed open the door.
It was Bibi Dong, carrying a bowl of medicinal soup. Her eyes were filled with worry and concern as she spoke gently to Qian Daoliu, "Grand Worshipper, your injuries look severe. This ten-thousand-year ginseng soup is something I personally prepared for you. It's highly nourishing and will help you recover faster."
Qian Daoliu's expression remained unchanged, but he had long seen through Bibi Dong's intentions. Did she think he wouldn't know her schemes? A weasel paying respects to a chicken never has good intentions.
Pity, with her meager skills, she still dreamt of replacing him? She was far from it.
Bibi Dong approached, placing the bowl of bitter-smelling soup on the table before Qian Daoliu, pretending to be very concerned. "Grand Worshipper, drink it while it's hot."
Qian Daoliu eyed the bowl, his gaze cold. He knew this soup wasn't simple. If he didn't drink it, he would live. If he drank it, it would be a path to death.
Anger surged within Qian Daoliu. Just after dealing with the Haotian Sect, Bibi Dong, this treacherous woman, couldn't wait to make a move against him, trying to kill the donkey once the grinding is done to seize control of the Spirit Hall.
Such a venomous woman. Does she think she can survive the new year?
Suddenly, Qian Daoliu erupted in fury, like an enraged deity, "You venomous woman! I spared your life for Xiao xue's sake, but you repay kindness with enmity! Fine, if you're courting death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"
Bibi Dong was startled by his roar, seemingly not expecting such a violent reaction from Qian Daoliu.
"Grand Worshipper, what are you saying?" Bibi Dong feigned innocence and grievance. "I'm just concerned for you; how could I have any harmful intentions?"
Qian Daoliu sneered, seeing through her act. "Your tricks don't work on me. Stop pretending."
His eyes flashed with killing intent. With a wave of his hand, he prepared to eliminate this venomous woman!
However, just as he channeled his soul power, a sudden, excruciating pain surged through his body, draining his strength, and he collapsed to the ground.
He quickly realized he had been poisoned! The bowl of soup wasn't the poison itself; the poisonous substance was hidden in the soup's scent. By inhaling the aroma, he had unknowingly ingested the poison.
Desperately, he tried to stand, but his body was beyond his control, his head spinning and his strength failing.
Bibi Dong's true, sinister face emerged, her eyes gleaming with cold light. She slowly walked to Qian Daoliu's side, leaning down and glaring at him with a malevolent smile that revealed sharp, chilling teeth.
"You old fool, did you think I'd be stupid enough to give you a chance to kill me?" Her voice was laced with ridicule.
"Kill me? I'll make sure you die without a burial place first!"
"Death Spider Emperor!"
From Bibi Dong's back emerged a black spider leg that pierced through Qian Daoliu's arm. Without hesitation, she twisted it forcefully. The terrifying sound of bones cracking echoed as his arm shattered into pieces.
"Ah!"
Qian Daoliu let out a scream, his face contorted in agony. Blood gushed like a fountain, staining his robes red.
Despite the excruciating pain, Qian Daoliu gritted his teeth, trying desperately to escape the hall. He knew he was exhausted and had no strength left to fight Bibi Dong. His only hope was to seize a slim chance of survival and flee the battlefield.
"Damn wretched woman, wretched woman!"
In this life-and-death moment, Qian Daoliu poured all his energy into escaping, pushing his body to its limits. In the blink of an eye, he flew out of the hall, disappearing from sight.
Bibi Dong watched his retreating figure, a cold, satisfied smile playing on her lips. She knew the poison he ingested would ensure his death. Turning away, she left the room with a composed demeanor, aware that the Spirit Hall was now entirely under her control and that Qian Daoliu was consigned to history.
Outside the hall, Qian Daoliu's frantic escape left a trail of chaos. Meanwhile, the palace maids, shocked and bewildered, watched him flee in disbelief. Was it a trick of their eyes? How could their esteemed Grand Worshipper be fleeing so pathetically? What had transpired?
Before they could ponder further, Hu Liena appeared before them, her expression merciless. She swiftly eliminated the maids without giving them a chance to react, ensuring there were no witnesses left.
After the slaughter, Hu Liena walked with resolute steps towards Bibi Dong in the great hall and knelt before her.
"Congratulations, Your Holiness, for taking complete control of the Spirit Hall!"
Her voice was solemn and respectful, her eyes shining with loyalty.
"Hmm."
Bibi Dong's expression remained cold as she gazed into the distance. She had finally achieved her goal, seizing the supreme power of the Spirit Hall and becoming the ruler of the continent's most powerful sect.
"Next, we will ignite the greatest war, reducing the Spirit Hall to ashes! Destroy everything completely!"
Her face hardened as she turned to give her orders.
"Immediately send word: mobilize the Spirit Hall's army to unify the entire continent! Any imperial forces that resist are to be annihilated!"
Her command was authoritative and uncompromising.
A squad of elite Spirit Hall disciples hurried towards the Haotian Sect, their spirits high as they discussed their plundering plans.
"Haha, I heard the Haotian Sect has many treasures. This time, I'm going to grab my fill!" one sturdy disciple said excitedly.
"That's right! The Haotian Sect is now in ruins. Nothing can stop the Spirit Hall anymore!" a young man replied with equal enthusiasm.
Laughing and chatting, they arrived at the ruins of the Haotian Sect. However, as they reached their destination, they saw a sorrowful woman standing among the remnants of the sect.