Sword Douluo Chen Xin vs. Bi Ji
Tokisaki Kurumi, along with Ning Fengzhi and the other two, completely intercepted the Emerald Swan, Bi Ji.
"Oh? Both of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda's Pillars of Heaven have arrived. How unexpected. I thought it was the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's custom to only bring one when traveling outside!"
Bi Ji, who had been intercepted, showed not a trace of anger on her face, maintaining her calm demeanor.
"The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect naturally cannot compare to the Star Dou Great Forest, which possesses several Limit Douluo-level powerhouses. But we too have our own foundations."
"Moreover, Lady Bi Ji, you seem to have come with ill intentions!" Ning Fengzhi examined the Emerald Swan Bi Ji up close, a flicker of surprise passing through his expression.
No matter how one looked at her, she appeared to be a beautiful woman of the mature type. If not for Ning Rongrong describing her appearance, even the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo might not have been able to discern her true identity.
It seemed that soul beasts over 100,000 years old truly could be indistinguishable from humans.
"Patriarch Ning of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, I have long heard of your reputation even within the Star Dou Great Forest."
"I am very interested in the aura hidden within your sect's territory. Would you be so kind as to grant me access?" Bi Ji's leisurely gaze swept over the group before her.
"I regret to say that we have no intention of antagonizing the Star Dou Great Forest. However, the matter you wish to investigate involves the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's secrets. I must ask for your understanding—we cannot allow you to probe further." Ning Fengzhi refused.
"Oh? And what if I insist on investigating?" A hint of hostility crept into Bi Ji's tone.
"Then we shall have to settle this with our strength. A soul beast comparable to a 99th-ranked Title Douluo—yet you are ultimately a healing-type soul beast. Can the combat power you wield truly reach that level?"
"Interesting." Bi Ji smiled. "Unlike those two I encountered earlier, your greed toward me is rather faint."
"You seem only intent on making me leave, not particularly covetous of my soul ring or soul bone."
"A 570,000-year soul ring and soul bone—to say I am unmoved would be a lie." Ning Fengzhi did not conceal his thoughts. "But a gentleman knows what to do and what not to do. I am the teacher of the Heaven Dou Crown Prince, Xue Qinghe."
"I only hope that no accidents occur during the funeral of this empire's former emperor, and then, once my disciple ascends the throne, that will be enough."
"As for the Star Dou Great Forest, I have never considered opposing you."
"Even after what Di Tian did, you can let it go?" Bi Ji was somewhat surprised.
"To say I don't care at all would be impossible. However, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect is a merchant sect. Antagonizing the Star Dou Great Forest holds no benefits for us."
"Hmph, cunning humans." Bi Ji shook her head lightly. "I must investigate the source of that aura. Even if you try to stop me."
Bi Ji flicked her wrist lightly.
Countless green specks of light condensed around her, transforming into arrows.
At her command, they rained down toward Ning Fengzhi's position like a storm.
The dense barrage of arrows resembled a waterfall cascading from above, an overwhelmingly majestic sight.
The sky-blotting arrows drowned out everything around them. The terrifying surge of soul power, like a raging flood, spread outward. A grave expression surfaced on the Bone Douluo's face.
Both the Bone Douluo and Sword Douluo released their Martial Souls simultaneously. The Bone Douluo's red soul ring shimmered with eerie ripples in the night sky.
Ning Fengzhi swiftly followed by summoning his Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, enhancing the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo with support abilities.
"Sword Freak, leave the defense to me." The Bone Douluo erupted with his 98th-ranked soul power. Dark-black soul power condensed into a single point before expanding outward. Under the pitch-black night sky, a spherical barrier formed around Ning Fengzhi and the others.
The arrows raining from all directions struck the protective shield, sending ripples across its surface.
The deafening roar of explosions echoed continuously.
After a while, the energy of the blasts and the rhythm of the attacks caused faint cracks to appear on the spherical barrier.
A casual strike had unleashed such terrifying power.
The Bone Douluo sighed inwardly.
Had he not received Tokisaki Kurumi's teachings and spent several days within Zafkiel: City of Devouring Time to comprehend its principles, he might not have been able to block the Emerald Swan Bi Ji's attack so easily.
Dispelling the barrier, the Bone Douluo taunted Bi Ji: "Is this all a 99th rank can do?"
Now at the 98th rank, Gu Rong seemed entirely unafraid of the 570,000-year Emerald Swan Bi Ji.
Bi Ji did not refute him, merely sweeping her gaze over Ning Fengzhi and the others. "I am not skilled in combat—I am merely a healing-type soul beast."
"Perfect. It's healing-types I specialize in fighting." The Sword Douluo unsheathed his Seven Kill Sword. Under the enhancement of Ning Fengzhi's Eight Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, his power had also reached the 98th rank.
Though he lacked the boost of a 100,000-year soul ring, the oppressive aura of his razor-sharp sword intent seemed no weaker than the Bone Douluo's red soul ring's pressure.
"To receive without reciprocating is discourteous. Take this move of mine in return."
The Sword Douluo transformed into a streak of white light, charging toward Bi Ji. His towering sword intent surged forth like a tidal wave.
"Clang—!"
Bi Ji raised her palm, blocking the Sword Douluo's attack.
A faint green barrier appeared over her hand, seemingly the reason she had stopped the assault.
"Hmph!"
The Sword Douluo snorted coldly.
"Seven Kill Thunder Rise—Slash!"
In an instant, the Sword Douluo appeared behind Bi Ji. His Seven Kill Sword traced a floral arc as he slashed ruthlessly toward her back.
Yet, as if she had eyes on the back of her head, Bi Ji tilted her body slightly to the side.
She dodged the Sword Douluo's slash, which tore through the air and sent visible ripples through it.
The Seven Kill Sword in the Sword Douluo's hand trembled violently.
"Sixth Soul Skill—Myriad Swords Return to Origin!"
Countless swords descended from the sky like a formation, sealing Bi Ji's movements.
Seeing this, Bi Ji frowned slightly.
An attack that couldn't be reflected—was it because the energy was too condensed?
"Materialization?"
A soul skill so refined and materialized that even Bi Ji couldn't absorb and redirect its energy.
After all, Bi Ji was a 570,000-year soul beast—she was not lacking in combat experience.
A green barrier slowly rose into the air, concealing a massive vortex high above.
The countless falling swords were all absorbed into the swirling vortex.
The two exchanged several more blows.
Though Bi Ji was not adept at combat, her 99th-ranked strength allowed her to fight the Sword Douluo to a standstill.
"What's wrong with this man?" Bi Ji finally sensed something amiss. This Title Douluo before her seemed unusually familiar with her techniques. Had her strength not been one rank higher, she might have already suffered severe injuries.
Every skill he used was materialized—impossible to reflect.
Bi Ji's momentary distraction gave the Sword Douluo an opening to unleash "Myriad Swords Return to Origin" once more.
The dense rain of swords left Bi Ji no room to evade, forcing her to erect a barrier around herself for protection.
But for Bi Ji, who excelled in both healing and defensive skills, blocking this level of soul skill was not difficult.
The countless swords struck the light-green barrier, producing a sizzling sound.
Just as the sword rain was about to end, the Sword Douluo merged with his sword. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand stabbed fiercely at a single point on the barrier.
The energy concentrated at the tip of the sword tore through Bi Ji's protective shield.
"What?!" For the first time, Bi Ji's face could no longer maintain its calm composure.
"Shhhk—!"
Bi Ji retreated swiftly, but she was still a fraction too slow.
As the Sword Douluo's slash fell—
A spray of crimson blood followed as Bi Ji's left arm was severed.
A pallor flashed across Bi Ji's face. The blood stained her pristine dress with red speckles, and her ghastly pale cheeks gave her a sickly, fragile appearance.
Clutching the wound on her left arm with her right hand, Bi Ji panted lightly.
"You didn't even use a powerful soul skill… How could you break my defense?"