Gold Crocodile Douluo's mouth hung open in a perfect "O," so wide he genuinely wondered if his jaw had dislocated.
He stared at the madness before him—
A person… beating themselves senseless.
Tuoba Xi rubbed his eyes until they turned red.
"Am I hallucinating?
Is this really… a one-person brawl?"
Dai Tianfeng, who had once assumed he'd seen every storm and disaster Feng Ran Pavilion had to offer, felt his worldview collapse like tofu.
He finally realized—
He was still too young.
Far, far too young.
On the other end, Bibi Dong's flawless new face slowly twisted into a complex expression.
She admitted it.
Seeing the Angel God and Rakshasa God fight like rabid dogs inside her old body was indeed refreshing.
Extremely refreshing.
If Senior sold melon seeds here, she would've bought two whole sacks, sat down cross-legged, and enjoyed the live drama.
But now?
Now she couldn't laugh.
Not even a little.
Because—
THOSE TWO IDIOTS WERE USING HER FACE.
Her own face!
She watched "herself" dig into "her own" nostril.
She watched "herself" trip "herself" and slam the back of "her own" head on the floor.
That dull thud—
Dong—
felt like it struck not the floor, but her dignity as the Pope of Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong's temples throbbed dangerously.
She could clearly feel the sidelong glances from all the Titled Douluo present…
And the wide-eyed bumpkins from the Star Luo Empire staring at her like she was a walking circus exhibit.
One thought screamed in her heart:
GET OUT!
You donkey-kicked, brain-damaged lunatics—
GET OUT OF MY OLD BODY RIGHT NOW!
It wasn't that she still cherished that old body.
If she had the strength, she'd happily summon the spider lances and poke that body into a sieve.
After a short "halftime break," the body on the ground swayed, then stood back up.
"Rakshasa! You filthy lunatic! Get out of this body!!"
The holy, furious voice of the Angel God erupted.
Immediately, the left half of the body lit up in radiant golden light, surging aggressively toward the right.
"You get out!"
A hoarse, disdain-filled voice shot back instantly.
"I entered this body first! Why should I leave?!"
BOOM!
A violent purple-black demonic aura exploded from the right half, clashing head-on with the golden radiance.
In the center of the hall—
The woman's body split perfectly into two contrasting extremes.
Left: golden, sacred, majestic.
Right: purple-black, demonic, sinister.
Two divine forces collided violently inside one vessel, neither yielding an inch.
Golden light corroded purple aura.
Purple aura counter-eroded golden light.
A sizzling sound filled the air, like the world itself might catch fire.
Just when their tug-of-war reached its peak—
Crack.
A tiny, crisp sound echoed.
Not loud.
More like a thin crack spreading across a block of ice.
But in the silent restaurant, it sounded like thunder.
"Angel Rakshasa Dong" froze.
The wills of both deities aligned for the first time in history.
At the same time, they lowered their heads and stared at their palms.
On the fair skin—
A faint crack appeared.
Like a flaw carved into perfect white jade.
The entire restaurant held its breath.
Angel God: "…"
Rakshasa God: "…"
A second ago they wanted to tear each other's souls apart.
Now?
They were unified in utter shock.
They looked exactly like two huskies who had been joyfully demolishing the house—
only to suddenly notice that the floor beneath them…
Had cracked.
"You—look at what you've done!!"
Angel God's voice trembled in panic.
"Nonsense! You're the one who used force first!"
Rakshasa God snapped back, but her tone was weak.
She clearly knew she was partly to blame.
But arguing couldn't stop what came next.
Crack! Crack-crack-crack!
More crisp sounds erupted.
The crack on the palm spread rapidly up the arm, across the shoulder, and into the torso.
One second.
Two seconds.
In less than three seconds—
The entire body was covered in spiderweb-like fractures, like a porcelain doll about to explode into powder.
"No more fighting!!"
"STOP! STOP RIGHT NOW! If this body explodes, we're BOTH finished!"
Two terrified voices screamed in perfect harmony from one mouth.
Bibi Dong stared.
Then stared more.
Then her expression slowly twisted into a bizarre blend of disbelief, absurdity, and wicked joy.
Explode!!
Explode quickly!!
Explode until not a single fragment remains!!!
Her lips trembled in excitement.
In her amethyst eyes, a glittering light of anticipation burned.
She could already envision the scene—
Her old body bursting like fireworks,
and these two idiots turning into wandering lonely spirits.
Ahhh—
Just imagining it felt refreshing.
Unfortunately—
Her beautiful fantasy crumbled in the next second.
She was already preparing to clap.
She even inhaled in advance to cheer.
But suddenly—
"Ancestor!!"
Qian Daoliu jumped three feet high, eyes bloodshot, roaring like a madman:
"Use divine force quickly! Repair the cracks!
Otherwise you'll disappear again!!!"
This shout slapped the two goddesses awake.
Right!
The body cracked!
But it wasn't too late!
We're gods—
Of course we can fix it!
In that instant, they displayed god-tier teamwork.
Buzz—!!!
The golden light
and the purple-black aura
no longer clashed—
Instead, they surged together,
Desperately patching the cracks spreading across the body.
Like two types of divine superglue fusing into one—
The shattering sounds abruptly halted.
The cracks… smoothed over.
Restored.
Perfected.
Qian Daoliu slumped into a chair, exhaling deeply.
Good… good.
Ancestor saved.
Crisis averted.
But where joy blooms—
Someone else inevitably burns with fury.
Bibi Dong's entire face froze.
Just now… she was about to watch fireworks.
But now?
No fireworks.
Internal conflict resolved.
Her enemies reunited.
Her happiness… stolen.
Her amethyst eyes slowly swiveled toward Qian Daoliu.
A storm brewed in her gaze.
Qian. Dao. Liu.
You dog-torsoed, donkey-lunged, half-baked fossil…
Can you
not.
say.
ANYTHING?!?!
If you had just shut up—
I WOULD'VE GOTTEN MY FIREWORKS!!!