People are writing diaries in Douluo, Bibi Dong is crazy about it

**Chapter 219: I Will Save You Today**

With the King of Slaughter's orders, Zhao Ling and Bibi Dong's lives in the City of Slaughter became quite comfortable. Each day, Zhao Ling accompanied her to the killing field to watch her compete.

Although gentle in front of Zhao Ling, Bibi Dong was merciless in battle. As a disciple of Qian Xunji, she displayed ruthless efficiency in the killing field, her every move brutal and calculated.

In the past five years, Bibi Dong had also learned techniques akin to Liu Erlong's, enhancing her physical abilities and strength. Her physical fitness and strength had increased by 50%, a threshold that seemed insurmountable.

Whether it was Liu Erlong, A Yin, Xiao Wu, A Rou, or others, they all struggled to surpass this 50% enhancement. Despite their efforts, they remained stuck at this bottleneck, yet refused to accept it and pushed themselves harder.

In the City of Slaughter, where soul skills were unusable, Bibi Dong's enhanced physique gave her a significant advantage. With her soul power now at level 82, she dominated the killing field effortlessly.

Each time she brutally defeated her opponents, the audience erupted into wild cheers.

To expedite her victories, Zhao Ling requested the Messenger of Slaughter to arrange matches for Bibi Dong daily. She willingly accepted, eager to achieve 100 consecutive victories and leave the city as quickly as possible.

The Messenger of Slaughter, hesitant at first, sought the King of Slaughter's approval.

The King, overwhelmed by Zhao Ling's presence, was eager for them to leave. Thus, Bibi Dong's matches were scheduled daily—a precedent in the City of Slaughter, puzzling many spectators. They could not fathom why this woman warranted such special treatment.

Time passed swiftly. After more than three months, Bibi Dong finally reached her last match.

She was elated. Once she cleared this final hurdle, she could leave with Zhao Ling. The past months had been arduous—fighting relentlessly in the killing field by day and enduring Zhao Ling's overwhelming attention by night.

As Bibi Dong surveyed her final opponents, a bloodthirsty glint flashed in her eyes. She summoned her Death Spider Emperor martial soul and dispatched her foes with ruthless precision.

Afterward, she descended from the ring, a victorious smile gracing her face as she approached Zhao Ling.

"Hubby, Dong'er has successfully completed the mission."

Zhao Ling smiled warmly and gently stroked her head. "The murderous aura within you has solidified. Once you leave this city, you'll gain the Killing God Domain. But I brought you here for more than just that."

As they spoke, the King of Slaughter watched them from his palace, silently pleading. Leave now. Please, just leave.

To his dismay, the Messenger of Slaughter approached the pair. Turning to Bibi Dong, she asked hesitantly, "You've achieved 100 consecutive victories and earned the title of God of Killing. You're now eligible to become a guest of our City of Slaughter. Are you willing to accept?"

The King of Slaughter, overhearing this, nearly exploded with rage. Who asked her to invite that woman? Has she lost her mind?

Before he could act, Bibi Dong flatly rejected the invitation, turning to Zhao Ling.

"Hubby, what else do we need to do to leave this place? Dong'er wants to return to the Spirit Hall."

Zhao Ling gently rubbed her head. "Don't worry. We still have some unfinished business."

He then turned toward the King of Slaughter's palace, took Bibi Dong's hand, and walked decisively toward it.

The King of Slaughter froze in fear as he saw Zhao Ling approaching. Panicking, he turned to flee.

But before he could escape, Zhao Ling's voice echoed, taunting him.

"Tang Chen, you were once the great Haotian Douluo, invincible on this earth. Why run now?"

The King stopped abruptly, his body stiffening.

"Tang Chen? Haotian Douluo? Why do those names sound so familiar?"

A sudden wave of pain gripped him as fragmented memories surged to the surface. Yet the parasitic influence of the Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King and the Rakshasa God's evil thoughts prevented him from fully remembering.

When the pain subsided, his expression turned cold and murderous.

"I am the King of Slaughter, the supreme ruler of the City of Slaughter. I am not this Tang Chen, nor am I Haotian Douluo."

Zhao Ling, now only a few dozen meters away, smiled knowingly.

"You've been corrupted by the Rakshasa God's influence and parasitized by the Blood-red Nine-headed Bat King. You don't even realize how pitiable you've become. Allow me to free you from this humiliation."

The King of Slaughter was momentarily stunned but quickly regained his composure. He laughed maniacally.

"Ridiculous! I am invincible in the City of Slaughter. You dare claim you can defeat me? Where do you find such arrogance?"

"We'll see soon enough," Zhao Ling replied calmly.

He released his first domain, the Dragnet of Heaven and Earth. Simultaneously, he activated the gravity field attached to his Iron-Armed Demon Ape soul bone, now upgraded to 100,000 years by the system.

The two domains merged, creating a gravitational force ten times the norm. The King of Slaughter felt as though he were wading through thick mud, each movement a struggle.

Still, he frowned dismissively.

"A tenfold gravity field? Laughable. As a level 99 Ultimate Douluo, this is nothing to me."

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