In the sky above, seven figures stirred up a world-destroying Spirit Power storm.
The Jade Phosphor Serpent Emperor's True Body coiled through the void, emerald serpent eyes cold enough to pierce bone.
Dugu Bo's robe had long since been torn to shreds.
In this clash of peak powers, he was the most battered of them all.
If not for Yu Yuanzhen and Chen Xin repeatedly saving him, he would have long since fallen with heavy injuries.
But still—
Poison also has its pride.
He took one step forward.
That ninth Spirit Ring, deeper than the night sky—
Suddenly expanded, enveloping thousands of meters.
"Ninth Spirit Ability—Jade Phosphorous Divine Light!"
Boom—
A massive pillar of dark-green light, thick as a mountain, erupted forth with a corrosive aura that could melt all things, piercing through the void.
Wherever it passed, space itself hissed and wailed—aiming straight for Bibi Dong.
At the same time—
Above the storming heavens, clouds churning for a thousand miles,
The head of an ancient dragon, body wreathed in lightning, thrust out from the void.
Yu Yuanzhen's hair and beard bristled as he roared, his fist crashing out.
Lightning followed like a shadow, tearing gashes into the heavens.
Countless bolts of lightning poured down like torrential rain, shaking space itself, crashing fiercely toward Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.
The Seven Kill Sword floated before Chen Xin.
He did not even activate a Spirit Ability. His left hand clasped behind his back, his right hand raised, two fingers as a sword. With a single motion, the intent of the Seven Kill Sword surged forth.
Shh—!
Shh—!
Dozens of hundred-meter sword qis appeared out of nothingness.
They slashed and crisscrossed like a net of heaven and earth, locking firmly onto Ghost Douluo's shadowy, elusive form.
Where the sword qi passed, even dust was annihilated.
His sword was pure killing.
Indestructible—wherever its intent pointed, even gods and ghosts would tremble.
Bibi Dong's Spirit Power, resisting Dugu Bo's corrosive poisonous light.
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo, caught between lightning and sword qi, faltered, barely holding on.
At Bibi Dong's feet, purple light burst apart, ripples spreading through space.
Her figure flickered, appearing beside the two.
The Death Spider Emperor shrieked, spewing a toxic light that darkened the heavens, coalescing faintly into a scythe spanning the sky.
BOOM BOOM—!
BOOM BOOM—!
That massive scythe clashed fiercely with lightning and sword qi.
The violent shockwaves rolled out like a raging sea, shaking the entire world.
Yu Yuanzhen and Chen Xin both groaned, forced back three steps in mid-air, the space beneath their feet boiling with turbulence.
Even Bibi Dong staggered, the half of her face corroded by the Rakshasa's marks wracked with searing pain.
And in that fleeting instant—
when old strength had passed and new strength had yet to rise—
Feng Bailong—
Finally drew his sword.
This newly ascended Titled Douluo lacked the overwhelming presence of the veterans.
But one must remember—
That old sword at his waist,
Had been tempered and nourished for more than a decade.
At the joint of scabbard and hilt, moss itself testified to years of silence.
Feng Bailong's hand—
Slowly rested on the hilt.
Clang—
Clang—
Clang—
Between heaven and earth, all fell silent.
Only the scraping of blade against sheath remained—monotonous, oppressive, ringing again and again.
CLANG—!!!
A clear, soaring sword cry split the skies.
Feng Bailong had unsheathed his sword.
His aged voice,
Carried by the sudden roar of sweeping gales,
Echoed like rolling thunder:
"Moss and rust cannot seal the edge—one sword from the west brings ten thousand valleys of wind."
The instant the blade left its scabbard—
The wind's sword intent, nurtured in silence for over a decade, erupted like an awakening dragon.
The massive clouds that blanketed thousands of miles were torn apart, pulled into motion, swirling into a titanic tornado that spanned heaven and earth.
Within that storm—
Countless wind blades shrieked.
Even through the black veil, one could still feel Feng Bailong's gaze blazing with terrifying brilliance.
The sword in his hand,
Swung down toward Bibi Dong.
The tornado of sword and wind ripped through the heavens, carrying the momentum to shatter all in its path, charging straight at her.
"Old Poison, looks like you'll have to carry the name of weakest after all." Yu Yuanzhen pulled back quickly, not forgetting to taunt Dugu Bo.
Dugu Bo's face turned ashen, but he could not retort.
Chen Xin watched the storm filled with endless sword intent of the wind, a rare trace of admiration flashing in his eyes.
Where the storm swept past—
Heaven and earth lost all color.
Space wailed in agony!
Ghost and Chrysanthemum Douluo were forced back in panic by the wind blade tornado.
The Spirit Power shield condensed by Bibi Dong was sliced apart as though it were nothing more than thin paper.
Deep sword gashes, to the bone, split across her body, blood spraying violently.
Then—
The surging purple-black Spirit Power around her abruptly contracted.
Immediately after—
An even darker, more sinister aura burst forth, as though it had crawled up from the deepest pits of hell, tearing through the sky and stirring the winds and clouds.
The terror of that aura—
Even Feng Bailong's tornado of wind blades trembled violently before it.
"Hisssss—!"
A piercing, inhuman shriek exploded outward.
Countless people clutched their ears in agony. Even Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong were driven back again and again by the horrific sound waves.
From within Bibi Dong's body—
An endless surge of sickly green energy threads, like living venomous webs, erupted out.
Under countless horrified stares…
Behind her, beside the phantom of the Death Spider Emperor that blotted out the sky,
Another phantom emerged—sickly green, radiating an aura of evil that devoured the soul itself.
The Soul Devouring Spider Emperor!
Twin Martial Souls!
Two spider emperor phantoms loomed, unleashing an apocalyptic pressure that smothered the entire battlefield above.
"Tw—Twin Martial Souls?!"
"Pope Bibi Dong... is also a Twin Martial Soul?!"
In that moment—
All who saw it shuddered to their core.
She had hidden it far too well!
The youngest Pope in history, concealing such an earth-shaking trump card!
Dugu Bo, Yu Yuanzhen, Chen Xin, and Feng Bailong's expressions changed drastically, and a strong ominous premonition surged in their hearts!
A Titled Douluo with Twin Martial Souls—
Such terror was not comparable to a youth whose second Martial Soul had yet to mature.
"Wind Sword! Your movement is the swiftest—take Zhexian and retreat!"
Chen Xin shouted.
Yet—
Before the words even faded—
That endless storm of soul-devouring spider threads had already surged forth, weaving into a pitch-black canopy that could swallow light itself.
It enveloped all four of them.
This was no ordinary cloud—it was a prison of web, laced with Ultimate poison and soul-devouring power.
With the strength of her Twin Martial Souls, Bibi Dong forcibly bound four Titled Douluo at once.
The heavens seemed smothered beneath her web.
At the very instant the four were restrained—
Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo's eyes blazed with ruthless resolve.
This was the moment they had been waiting for.
"Old Ghost!"
Chrysanthemum Douluo let out a shrill cry.
Ghost Douluo's form blurred, becoming smoke.
Without hesitation, they charged toward one another.
Upon their bodies—
The ninth Spirit Rings—
Both erupted in gold and silver radiance.
The two lights merged like mercury poured together.
"Not good! Stop them!"
Chen Xin's Seven Kill Sword exploded with boundless killing intent, trying to sever the binding webs.
But Bibi Dong's soul-devouring threads clung like maggots to bone, suppressing his sword force.
The poison of Dugu Bo, the lightning of Yu Yuanzhen, the wind of Feng Bailong—all were shackled by the monstrous might of her Twin Martial Souls.
There was no time to intervene.
"Martial Soul Fusion Ability—Bipolar Static Domain!"
Gold and silver light flooded outward, drowning everything it touched.
Time froze.
Space solidified.
The entire battlefield seemed pressed under an invisible hand—paused, plunged into a dead silence.
"Urgh… damn Rakshasa God Trial…"
"It dares to backlash at this moment… suppressing my Spirit Power…"
Bibi Dong groaned, purple-black blood spilling from her lips, forcing down the backlash tearing through her body.
And in that moment, where all things were frozen—
Her eyes, cold and segmented like a spider's, cut across countless distance, locking onto Li Zhexian below.
"Heh…"
Without the slightest hesitation—
Bibi Dong drained every last scrap of her remaining Spirit Power.
Her body blurred into a streak of purple phantom, appearing before Li Zhexian in an instant.
Her hand—condensed with every shred of force she could muster—
Drove into his chest.
Time—
Seemed to stretch without end…
Li Zhexian heard the sharp cracks ringing from deep inside his chest, his bones shattering piece by piece under the devastating force, like glaciers collapsing.
A cold, venomous, annihilating Spirit Power—
Surged into his body.
Tearing his flesh apart.