Chapter 347: Poor Ning Fengzhi, Gu Rong, Chen Xin, and Bo Saixi
Another burst of purple-black flames rose. A vortex swirled, forming the silhouette of an old man—handsome, his long white hair neatly combed back.
"Uncle Sword!"
"Old Sword Guy!"
"Fengzhi!"
"Old Bones!"
Yes, the old man was none other than Chen Xin, the Sword Douluo, former pillar of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and close friend of Ning Fengzhi and Bone Douluo. He had once been torn to pieces by Bibi Dong using the Soul Devouring Spider Emperor. Now, Bibi Dong had summoned him back too.
Summoning two undead Title Douluos at once—that was the limit of Bibi Dong's current power.
In truth, Bibi Dong would rather summon Qian Xunji and Qian Daoliu to torment them. But Qian Daoliu had reincarnated, and Qian Xunji had already been resurrected. Not even undead summoning could bring them back.
"You all… enjoy yourselves. Rakshasa Cage."
Bibi Dong grinned wickedly. Beneath them, a massive purple-black vortex formed, sucking in over a hundred people—including Ning Fengzhi, Sword Douluo, and Bone Douluo—into a sealed chamber void of light or darkness, yet where everything could be clearly seen.
Chains dropped from above, locking around Ning Fengzhi's neck like a collar. His arms and legs were hoisted up in a wide V-shape—the exact pose from one of his earliest torment sessions inflicted on Bibi Dong back when he explored his perversions.
That had only been one of many. Ning Fengzhi had been wildly depraved during his five years of tormenting Bibi Dong. Now, she returned the favor a thousandfold.
"So this is the famous Sect Master Ning Fengzhi of the second-ranked Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect… such soft skin."
A grotesque, bald, fat man with a knife scar on his face licked his lips and grabbed Ning Fengzhi's chin.
Humiliated beyond words at being restrained like that, Ning Fengzhi heard the ugly laughter of the crowd behind him. When he looked up and saw the greasy, scarred man before him, filled with hunger and filth, he nearly vomited.
"What are you going to do?" he asked, shivering.
"I'm Scarface. I don't like wasting anything. Not even a single grain of rice in my bowl."
"YOHAHAHAHA!"
Their laughter echoed like a pack of howling wolves.
By now, it was obvious. Bound like this, Ning Fengzhi could no longer deny what these beasts intended. Nobles often had many perverse hobbies—and some included men.
"You wouldn't dare!"
"Oh? Did the great Sect Master just ask if we dare?"
"With the Rakshasa God protecting us? What won't we dare?"
"Draw lots—line up—take turns!"
A crowd of them formed a circle, drawing lots in preparation.
Ning Fengzhi was utterly devastated. Once hailed as the most brilliant leader in his sect's history, with more wives than he could count, and now… this?
He wanted to curse Bibi Dong, but the words wouldn't come.
"Fengzhi!"
Bone Douluo ran wildly through the chamber, chased by a mob. Among them was Sword Douluo, face full of agony, clearly wishing he could kill himself before hurting his friend. But he couldn't control his body, and soon pounced on Gu Rong.
A Title Douluo like Gu Rong stood no chance against the undead Sword Douluo. He was grabbed with ease. His clothes ripped, his power sucked away. Gu Rong could only scream and curse helplessly.
Bibi Dong was returning her suffering—tenfold, a hundredfold. First Gu Rong, then Ning Fengzhi.
Soon Gu Rong was pinned to the floor, screaming miserably. Ning Fengzhi watched in horror as Scarface and the others finished drawing lots and approached him with perverse grins.
Then it began. The entire Rakshasa Cage echoed only with the screams of Gu Rong and Ning Fengzhi.
No one knew how long it went on, but when one group finished, they switched out and queued again.
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Sea God Temple
After dealing with Ning Fengzhi and Gu Rong, Bibi Dong sat cross-legged, her divine consciousness spreading, as if searching for someone.
Moments later, ten soul rings lit beneath her feet—two red, three black, one red, three black, and one gold. Evil Rakshasa divine energy poured forward, concentrating at a single spot. Flesh and blood began to reform into a familiar figure—a woman in a red Sea God High Priestess robe, soft and gentle in appearance.
Long silky hair draped behind her. She was resurrected in a human form—a woman. Naturally, it was Bo Saixi, former High Priestess of Sea God Island, who had been killed by Qian Renxue. But now, her hair was… purple.
Upon revival, Bo Saixi saw Bibi Dong standing before her, eyes cold.
"Bibi Dong."
SLAP!
Bibi Dong struck her through the air with a palm, sending her crashing into the Sea God Temple walls.
"You dare call this god by name!?"
One side of Bo Saixi's face swelled up. Purple blood trickled down her cheek like drool.
Her eyes burned with rage. She wanted to fight Bibi Dong to the death. But as her nine soul rings lit—eight black, one red—she froze.
Her martial spirit wasn't the Sea God anymore.
It was Rakshasa—and the face of the spirit… was Bibi Dong.
Back when she'd crushed Bibi Dong at the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Bibi Dong had fled in shame. Now, she had revived Bo Saixi not to reward her—but to torture her.
She stripped her of her god, her pride, and replaced it with herself.
Bibi Dong raised a hand. Bo Saixi rose like a doll, her throat gripped mid-air.
"Bo Saixi. From this moment on, you are my slave. Your life was revived by me. Your spirit was granted by me. Everything you are—belongs to me. If I tell you to live, you live. If I say die, you die."
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