Inside the Pope's Hall.
At this moment, Bibi Dong leaned forward slightly with curiosity. "Since you're willing, Chengfeng, demonstrate in detail for your teacher the Killing God Domain you've mastered."
"Perhaps after I watch, I can offer you some guidance."
Offer me guidance?
Dai Chengfeng looked at Bibi Dong, whose confidence seemed unwavering, as if she believed that as long as he taught her, she would definitely master it…
When the time comes and Teacher can't learn it, don't blame me for any awkwardness!
He thought this mischievously, but outwardly nodded. "Then, Teacher, watch carefully…"
"Huff!"
At this moment, Dai Chengfeng took a deep breath, and his aura instantly transformed once again. Piercing killing intent, mingled with thick bloodlust and icy coldness, spread throughout the Pope's Hall once more.
"Rise!"
Dai Chengfeng slowly extended his palm, dark red light swirling in his palm.
Looking at Bibi Dong, his gaze became focused and serious:
"Teacher, to condense killing intent, one must first clear their mind of distractions, gathering all murderous intent into their spiritual energy. Then, use soul power as a guide to construct a tangible framework."
As Dai Chengfeng spoke, the killing intent began to trace outlines in the air around him.
His fingers moved like an agile brush, each stroke carrying its own rhythm.
Gradually, a short sword formed from killing intent materialized in the void, its blade emanating an eerie red glow.
"Just like this—after constructing the weapon's form on a spiritual level, continuously infuse it with killing intent until it transitions from illusion to reality."
Dai Chengfeng patiently explained to Bibi Dong.
"Like this?"
Bibi Dong nodded. "It seems… not difficult?"
No sooner had she spoken than black-purple soul power surged around Bibi Dong. Her Killing God Domain spread out like a crimson tide, intertwining and colliding with Dai Chengfeng's Killing God Domain in the air. Blood-colored ripples stirred, causing the marble floor to tremble slightly.
"Rise!"
Bibi Dong's eyes narrowed in concentration as her delicate hand rose, her slender fingers moving rapidly in complex patterns.
She first mobilized the vast soul power within her body, frantically gathering killing intent. However…
No matter how hard Bibi Dong tried, the killing intent only swirled in her palm, unable to take on a concrete form.
"How could this be?"
Bibi Dong frowned deeply, confusion flashing in her eyes as she stared at the scene before her.
"Form!"
She muttered again, this time increasing the output of her soul power. Yet the result remained unsatisfactory.
Her killing intent simply couldn't match Dai Chengfeng's effortless control.
Let alone forming sharp weapons.
"Impossible!"
Bibi Dong refused to accept her failure, raising her hand once more to attempt manipulating the killing intent…
But over and over again, her attempts ended in failure.
The killing intent in her palm would sometimes coalesce into a mass, then dissipate moments later, completely beyond her absolute control.
Bibi Dong's expression grew increasingly grim. She clenched her teeth tightly, her eyes filled with disbelief and frustration.
As the Pope of the Spirit Hall and one of the continent's top powerhouses, she had endured countless life-and-death trials in the Slaughter City to obtain the Killing God Domain.
Yet now, faced with Dai Chengfeng's unique Killing God Domain, she felt like a novice child, repeatedly hitting walls.
Could it be that she couldn't even learn the skill her disciple was teaching her?
"Impossible!"
"How could I fail to learn this?!"
For a moment, the atmosphere in the Pope's Hall grew stifling. "Could it be that all these years, I've only grasped the surface of the Killing God Domain?"
Bibi Dong began to doubt whether her understanding of the Killing God Domain over the years had been correct.
However, soon a flicker of anger appeared in her eyes. "Slaughter City!"
Bibi Dong refused to believe that her understanding of the Killing God Domain was wrong, nor did she believe her talent was inferior to Dai Chengfeng's!
There was only one possibility left!
Dai Chengfeng's Killing God Domain was different from hers!
The Killing God Domain she possessed had been castrated!
Otherwise, how could a genius like her still fail to learn the new application of the Killing God Domain, even with someone teaching her?
Thinking about how she had risked her life to obtain what turned out to be a castrated version of the Killing God Domain—and how she might have remained oblivious to it indefinitely without Dai Chengfeng's revelation—
Instantly, Bibi Dong was consumed by rage.
"Slaughter King, how dare you deceive me?"
Meanwhile, Dai Chengfeng inwardly chuckled as he watched Bibi Dong's frustration at failing to master his technique of weaponizing killing intent: This is a brand-new version, bro—if you experience it for just three minutes, you'll love it just as much as I do…
If you're my brother, come… cough, cough~
Dai Chengfeng shook his head, barely suppressing his laughter.
After a long while, Bibi Dong seemed to finally accept the possibility that she simply couldn't learn it.
She gazed at Dai Chengfeng, her eyes brimming with defeat and complexity.
"I actually… boldly claimed earlier that I'd teach Dai Chengfeng something?"
Bibi Dong slowly lowered her hand and sat back down on the Pope's throne. Thinking back to her earlier boastful words, and now, despite Dai Chengfeng being willing to teach her, she still couldn't grasp it—
An overwhelming sense of embarrassment washed over her.
And Dai Chengfeng, unwilling to let Bibi Dong off the hook, struggled to suppress his laughter. His eyes twinkled mischievously, but his face remained perfectly solemn as he spoke:
"Teacher, have you understood how to use the Killing God Domain?"
"If there's anything unclear, I can demonstrate it again for you."
Before his words even faded, he caught a glimpse of an unnatural flush creeping up Bibi Dong's ear.
At this moment, the Pope's Hall fell into a brief silence, the air seemingly frozen. Bibi Dong absentmindedly rubbed her fingertips against the armrest of her throne.
The domineering aura she had exuded just moments ago now lay shattered, scattered across the floor in pieces.
"This… that… sigh…"
Bibi Dong opened her mouth, unsure how to respond.
Admitting she hadn't learned it?
That would be too embarrassing. After all, she was Dai Chengfeng's teacher, a powerful Title Douluo, and yet she couldn't grasp such a simple application of the domain her disciple was teaching her…
But claiming she had learned it?
What if she got exposed?
In the end, a flicker of determination flashed in Bibi Dong's eyes, and her words came out as a dismissive scoff: "This is just a trivial trick—a shortcut at best."
Her tone was deliberately ambiguous, laced with feigned disdain.
But her eyes betrayed her unease.
"Oh?"
A glimmer of mischief sparkled in Dai Chengfeng's eyes, and he pressed on relentlessly—it wasn't every day he got the chance to openly tease Bibi Dong.
"Since Teacher thinks it's not difficult, I'm sure you'll be able to use this technique of weaponizing killing intent tomorrow. I'll come back tomorrow to seek your guidance, Teacher."
"I'm very eager to see what new insights you've gained on this technique."
Dai Chengfeng's tone was casual, but his expectant gaze locked directly onto Bibi Dong's line of sight.
"To… tomorrow? Tomorrow won't work!"
Instantly, Bibi Dong shot up from her seat, her black-purple dress billowing with a gust of wind.
"What's wrong?"
Dai Chengfeng's face was a picture of feigned confusion. "Didn't you say you already knew it, Teacher?"
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