The rich fragrance of wine overwhelmed the stench of blood.
Li Zhexian held the sword in his left hand, and the wine in his right.
Clearly, high above—
Seven Titled Douluo were tearing the heavens apart with their battle.
And yet, at this moment—
Li Zhexian alone became the sole focus between heaven and earth.
The bloody, chaotic battlefield—
Was as if gripped by an invisible hand at the throat, abruptly falling silent.
Even the neutral factions, who had been fleeing, halted their steps.
The Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall, and Li Zhexian's friends who had been fighting to the death—each and every one of them stopped cold.
Countless gazes, as if struck by thunder, locked firmly upon Li Zhexian… some blank with confusion, some gaping in horror, some with pupils narrowing to pinpoints.
"Two… two Martial Souls?!"
"Li Zhexian… that gourd is also a Martial Soul?!"
"Twin Martial Souls! Li Zhexian… also possesses Twin Martial Souls!"
"Martial Souls of Sword and Wine! Li Zhexian's Twin Martial Souls are Sword and Wine!"
A Heaven Dou City Spirit Master's writing hand hovered in midair.
He stared at the youth holding sword and wine.
His hand trembled so hard he couldn't bring the brush down.
In desperation he slapped his own right hand with his left.
"Damn hand! Hurry and write!"
"Lord Sword Wine has revealed his Twin Martial Souls—Sword and Wine…"
"Hm? Sword Wine? Sword and Wine? Perfect, perfect!"
"How… how is this possible…"
Yu Xiaogang's face turned rigid.
"Twin Martial Souls…"
"Li Zhexian… he actually also has Twin Martial Souls…"
The impact of this truth made his head spin.
In the long history of Douluo Continent, only three had ever possessed Twin Martial Souls.
Just a moment ago—
Yu Xiaogang still clung to a final thread of hope:
Even if Tang San lost to Li Zhexian today, when it came to potential, Tang San was not inferior. One day, he would surely reclaim his honor.
After all, the advantage of Twin Martial Souls was only truly revealed in the later stages of cultivation.
But before his eyes now—
Seeing Li Zhexian, wreathed in blinding sword-light and the intoxicating haze of wine—
The last glimmer of light in Yu Xiaogang's heart dimmed into darkness.
"Martial Souls of Sword and Wine…"
"How could Li Zhexian's Twin Martial Souls be so seamlessly one?"
Yu Xiaogang's mind faltered.
Dai Mubai's lips twitched a few times, before stiffly turning toward Tang San beside him.
Tang San's eyes—already dulled since the destruction of the Purple Demon Eye—grew heavier still, shrouded in a gloom that could not be lifted.
"Third Brother… Boss Dai…"
Oscar's gaze clung to Ning Rongrong, who was running desperately toward Li Zhexian.
Even the slowest fool would understand, now.
Oscar's heart twisted in pain.
Yet his eyes could not help but keep falling back on Ning Rongrong.
In the past—
She had never once repeated her dresses.
But now—
Her pale, delicate cheeks were flecked with blood.
Boom—!!!!
Seven cataclysmic energies clashed, tearing the sky itself to shreds.
With a single blow—
Both sides shattered the void beneath their feet,
And were blasted hundreds of meters back.
The drifting clouds beneath their feet were torn apart by the force.
The seven figures' auras churned in turmoil, unstable.
Yet—
In the very next instant,
they felt it.
Together, their gazes turned downward—
to that youth holding sword in one hand, wine in the other.
On Chen Xin's face flickered disbelief.
"Twin Martial Souls?!"
Dugu Bo and Yu Yuanzhen's expressions also changed drastically.
"Zhexian… has Twin Martial Souls?!"
Even Feng Bailong was shaken.
Yet the corner of his eye never left Chrysanthemum Douluo.
Having suffered once already, Chrysanthemum Douluo dared not show carelessness again.
He was utterly on guard.
Feng Bailong sighed helplessly, then said in awe:
"Such a talent, little friend Zhexian…"
"Truly, a god descended to the mortal realm!"
Boom, boom, boom—!
Boom, boom, boom—!
Bibi Dong's long hair whipped like a storm, the colossal phantom of the Death Spider Emperor looming behind her, its aura crushing all beneath heaven.
The strange purple markings upon her cheek—
Spread rapidly, devouring the other half of her face.
"Twin Martial Souls?!"
"Li Zhexian actually has twin Martial Souls?!"
If before, she had only regarded him with importance—
Now—
Bibi Dong felt a surge of deep dread toward his talent.
Even she—
Had never seen such a monstrous youth!
With a single Martial Soul, while suppressing his Spirit Power, he could already overpower the Golden Generation!
And now he revealed Twin Martial Souls?!
"If this boy grows…"
"He will become a dire threat to Spirit Hall's domination of the continent!"
A tidal wave of killing intent churned in Bibi Dong's heart.
On the half of her face already corroded by the Rakshasa's markings, her eyes suddenly burst with scarlet light.
At this moment, Bibi Dong was like a Rakshasa walking the mortal world.
Her sharp voice drowned out the thunder, echoing across the heavens:
"All Spirit Masters of Spirit Hall, hear my command!"
"At any cost—kill Li Zhexian!"
What was a hundred-thousand-year Spirit Beast to her now?
In her heart, nothing was more important than killing Li Zhexian!
Boom, boom, boom—!
Boom, boom, boom—!
Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo, and Ghost Douluo unleashed their full strength, every Spirit Ring blazing, their auras soaring to the sky.
Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong, seeing this, knew the time for a fight to the death had come, and each revealed their Spirit Rings as well.
In an instant—
Seven towering beams of light, each of a different attribute, pierced the heavens!
Vast energy clashed madly, as if to shatter the very sky itself!
Halfway up the holy mountain, heaven and earth broke apart.
And upon its radiant peak—
Three figures gazed down through the churning sea of clouds, upon the dazzling youth below.
"…Alas."
One of them, a man with stern features, sighed softly:
"What a pity."
"This boy's character… it is much to my liking."
Beside him, another man of seven-tenths similar appearance, though bearing a far more flamboyant aura, gave a cold snort.
"Only one with such talent is worthy of standing at the Young Master's side."
"I truly do not understand why the Grand Worship gave such strict orders—unless the Young Master himself is imperiled, we may not act."
"This Li Zhexian… truly a pity."
"Tch, look at you two, fretting for nothing."
The last voice came from a youth of beauty so sharp it bordered on demonic.
A sugar figurine dangled from his lips, his ivory curls fluttering in the wind, long lashes dusted with ice crystals.
A chill that could freeze the world gathered in his palm.
The very air crystallized around him.
Condensing, shaping—
Until a massive crystalline crossbow gleamed in his hands.
Its sights locked unerringly upon Chrysanthemum Douluo in the battlefield below.
"That girl Xue'er… she's always thinking of me. She's sent me no shortage of gifts."
"You two won't act? Then let this old man do it!"
Whoosh—!
Whoosh—!
Terrifying ice energy gathered upon the bowstring.
Before the arrow was even loosed—
The very space froze.
Qian Jun and Jiang Mo's faces changed at once.
"Stop, Guang Ling!"
"Do not act recklessly!"
"The Grand Worship already arranged it—Porcupinefish and Snake Spear have drawn away over ninety percent of Spirit Hall's Spirit Masters!"
"Otherwise, how could mere academy teams have lasted this long?!"
Guang Ling Douluo curled his lip.
With disinterest, he dispelled the freezing crossbow.
Lazily, he slung it across the back of his neck.
Qian Jun exhaled in relief.
His gaze turned sharp, sweeping across a hidden corner of the sky.
"It seems the Clear Sky Douluo intends to remain silent."
A sharp light flickered in Jiang Mo's eyes.
"Hmph. His old wounds have not healed!"
"Today, with so many Titled Douluos gathered—if he dares flaunt his Clear Sky prestige—"
"Then you, I, and Guang Ling will strike together, and bring him down!"