Douluo: The God of Death comes to the world, staining the sky with blood

Chapter 32: Killing Yu Xiaogang, Bibi Dong went crazy!
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Lu Chen stared at Yu Xiaogang as if he were a fool.

He really felt that this man was not only wretched, but also an idiot.

Swish!
  Lu Chen didn't talk nonsense anymore. The hand holding the knife shook, and the Blood Demon Knife, with its sharp sword aura, went straight to Yu Xiaogang's heart.

"Fuck!"

Yu Xiaogang was so frightened that he almost peed, and cold sweat dripped from the top of his head instantly.

"Dong'er, save me"

"Help me quickly!!!"

He was trembling all over, and the fear of death instantly filled his face.

Just when the tip of Lu Chen's knife was one centimeter away from Yu Xiaogang's heart.

A black soul power struck and hit the Blood Demon Knife directly.

boom!
  There was a muffled sound, and Lu Chen's knife-holding arm paused.

Immediately afterwards, two figures were seen approaching quickly.

I saw Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo, one on the left and the other on the right, surrounding Lu Chen.

Eighteen shining soul rings were neatly arranged at the feet of the two of them, watching eagerly.

"Do you want to stop me?"

Lu Chen's voice was as cold as ten thousand years of ice, without any emotion.

As he spoke, a scalp-numbing murderous aura continued to flow towards the two of them.

Shrouded by Lu Chen's murderous aura, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo's faces turned pale at the same time.

But they still endured the discomfort and discussed: "Lu Chen, His Majesty the Pope has spoken, please stop!"

They really don't want to conflict with this god of death.

Having witnessed Haotian Douluo's death with their own eyes, Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo knew how terrifying Lu Chen was.

But the Pope’s command is greater than heaven.

No matter how afraid they were of Lu Chen, they could only bite the bullet and take action.

"Humph!"

Lu Chen sneered.

Close hand?

To let go of a future enemy of Wuhun Palace with your own hands?

Although Lu Chen was confident, even if he let Yu Xiaogang leave, he wouldn't be able to cause any big trouble.

However, no matter what, he would not allow Yu Xiaogang to continue living in this world.

"Today, he must die!"

"Whoever stops me is my enemy!"

Sonorous!

While talking, Lu Chen casually drew a knife.

In an instant, the fire was radiating.

"Do it!"

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo looked at each other, and without any hesitation, they rushed towards Lu Chen.

"court death!"

Blood surged, and Lu Chen's knife-wielding hand waved hard.

Immediately afterwards, the sharp sword energy instantly turned into a stream of light and flew straight towards the two of them.

boom!
  The sword energy hit the two of them hard.

"puff!"

Ju Douluo and Ghost Douluo spurted out a mouthful of blood at the same time.

Immediately, their bodies were like cannonballs, flying directly backwards.

Then, he fell heavily to the ground and could not get up again.

A knife!

With just one strike, two titled Douluo who had been famous for many years were beaten to the point where they were unable to fight back.

"It's okay, I already expected it."

"Yes, this God of Death is already invincible."

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The people below who were watching the excitement were really numb.

In less than half a day, they witnessed so many incredible scenes one after another, and their nerves were already on edge.

Therefore, no one was too surprised when they saw that the two titled Douluo elders of Wuhun Palace were unable to withstand even one blow from Lu Chen.

Habit is second nature!
  Now, even if they saw Lu Chen hacking the god to death, they might not have too much emotion.

Seeing Ju Ghost Douluo being killed by Lu Chen with just one strike, Yu Xiaogang's nerves finally collapsed.

His whole body went limp, and a stream of fishy yellow liquid instantly soaked into his pants. This time, I was really scared to death!
  "Rubbish!"

Seeing that Yu Xiaogang was so frightened that he peed his pants, Lu Chen covered his nose in disgust.

"For people like you, living in this world is a waste of air."

After saying that, Lu Chen shot like lightning, and a bloody light flashed across quickly.

puff!

The Blood Demon Knife penetrated directly into Yu Xiaogang's heart.

"No!"

Yu Xiaogang's eyes almost bulged out, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"Xiao Gang!!"

Bibi Dong rushed over like crazy, with endless desolation in her voice.

Lu Chen watched all this with cold eyes and pulled out the Blood Demon Knife from Yu Xiaogang's body.

Feeling the rapid passage of his life, Yu Xiaogang used all his strength to turn his head towards Bibi Dong.

"Farewell Dong'er"

boom!
  After saying this, Yu Xiaogang fell down directly.

The great master Yu Xiaogang has passed away since then!
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Like a sculpture, Bibi Dong walked blankly to Yu Xiaogang's side, picked up his body, and sat on the cold ground.

"Xiao Gang, don't you want to die, okay?"

"Can you open your eyes and look at me?"

"I am your Dong'er"

Bibi Dong murmured to herself infatuatedly, tears soaking her beautiful cheeks bit by bit.

At this moment, she was no longer the noble and cold-blooded iron-blooded pope.

But a little woman who lost her beloved!

"Dong'er, although my talent is very poor, I have been studying the theory of soul masters recently. I believe that in the future, I, Yu Xiaogang, will definitely become famous in Douluo Continent."

"My research will be fruitful soon. When the time comes, how about we leave Wuhun Palace together and fly far away."

"Dong'er, I love you."

Scenes of past events flashed rapidly through Bibi Dong's mind like a movie.

Every time she thought of those memories, her heart felt as if thousands of knives had stabbed her, and it was painful.

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Bibi Dong's reaction was clearly visible to everyone present.

They all stared at the field with their mouths open, mouths open from ear to ear in shock.

What is the relationship between Yu Xiaogang and Bibi Dong?
  If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, it would be really difficult for them to connect the crying woman in front of them with the Iron-blooded Pope of Wuhun Palace.

"Oh my gosh, I think I found some big news."

"The Pope of Wuhun Palace is not really having an affair with an outsider, right?"

"Are you blind? Didn't you see how the Pope cried when Yu Xiaogang died?"

"Yes, the relationship between these two people is extraordinary at first glance!"

"I'm drunk, I'm drunk. It turns out that the noble and cold pope also has feelings!"

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Some of the melon-eating people couldn't hold back their gossip and began to whisper in low voices.

After an unknown amount of time, Bibi Dong put her head on Yu Xiaogang's chest.

Let the bright red blood stain her white cheeks.

"Xiao Gang, wait for me to avenge you!"

While speaking, Bibi Dong gently put down Yu Xiaogang and slowly stood up.

The moment she turned around, she felt like a wild beast about to wake up.

The evil aura began to linger on Bibi Dong's body.

Boom!

The ground beneath her feet seemed to have withstood a huge force and began to break inch by inch.

Rumble!
  Above the sky, the sound of thunder suddenly exploded.

At the same time, waves of heart-shaking power burst out from Bibi Dong's body in an instant.

Immediately afterwards, Bibi Dong's solemn gaze locked directly on Lu Chen not far away.

The strong sense of oppression swept the entire place instantly.

With teeth chattering, Bibi Dong roared word by word:

"Lu! Chen!"

(End of this chapter)