Behind Bibi Dong, two colossal Spider Emperors blotted out the sky.
A storm of green and purple flames surged around her, dyeing half the sky in ghostly hues.
Sixteen Spirit Rings rose in succession, their overwhelming might shaking heaven and earth.
Her first Martial Soul—Death Spider Emperor: yellow, purple, purple, purple, black, black, black, black, red!
Her second Martial Soul—Soul-Devouring Spider Emperor: black, black, black, black, black, black, red!
Two scarlet ten-thousand-year Spirit Rings gleamed like fresh blood.
The aura atop her head soared skyward, bending wind and cloud, dimming all creation.
Li Zhexian raised his arm to shield himself, but even so, he was forced back by the suffocating might of her aura.
Before his eyes, Bibi Dong—relying on her strength alone—fought against Chen Xin and the other three Titled Douluo, the Titan Giant Ape, and the Azure Bull Python, all while commanding Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo beside her—
and still, she did not fall into disadvantage.
A flicker of disbelief flashed across Li Zhexian's eyes.
"Bibi Dong's power… far surpasses what was written in the original story!"
"In these five years, with her twin Martial Souls and the trials of the Rakshasa God, her Spirit Power must have reached Rank 99!"
"Even if suppressed by divine test restrictions, her true combat power… is on par with a Limit Douluo!"
"Truly the most gifted soul master the continent has seen in a thousand years…"
Indeed—if one were to strip away the "protagonist's halo,"
in sheer talent and will, Bibi Dong outshone even Tang San and Qian Renxue.
She was the second person in history to possess twin Martial Soul , yet the first to solve the backlash between them by her own strength.
The youngest Titled Douluo, and the youngest Rank 99 Douluo in history—
one who even completed the Rakshasa God's Trials without divine aid.
Such talent… was terrifying.
And yet—
her life was marred by tragedy and hatred,
twisting her once-proud heart into something warped and venomous.
Zheng——!
Li Zhexian stopped thinking.
From the Great Vertebra Sword Bone, sword qi burst skyward.
Seven distinct sword intents condensed into seven Qinglian Swords, circling his body in a resonant hum.
"Go!"
With a shout, the seven swords streaked forth like flowing light, cleaving straight toward Bibi Dong.
Starlight, Blazing Frost, Wind, Thunder, Death, Killing Intent, and Spiritual Power—
seven sword intents fell as one.
Bibi Dong, locked in stalemate with Chen Xin and the others, sensed the lethal aura above her and looked up sharply.
Her purple eyes gleamed with wicked light.
"Compared to five years ago…"
"You've completely transformed."
"Li Zhexian—truly, a monster."
To be called monster by Bibi Dong herself—
proved just how far he had advanced.
The eighth Spirit Ring above her first Martial Soul, the Death Spider Emperor, erupted in abyssal black light.
"Eighth Spirit Ability—Realm of Death Swamp!"
BOOM—!!!
Half the sky behind her turned pitch-black,
falling like ink over Chen Xin and the others.
A miasma of death flooded the world—
and within it, countless phantom spiders writhed, weaving a realm of the dead.
Chen Xin and his companions' faces hardened. They unleashed their full power and barely broke free, retreating several hundred meters under the crushing force.
Elsewhere—
The Titan Giant Ape and Azure Bull Python roared furiously, knocking back Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.
The nine Titled Douluo had now split into separate battlefields.
Only Bibi Dong still stood proudly at the center,
facing the seven descending sword lights head-on.
With a single palm thrust—
her Spirit Power surged like a storm,
and she shattered all seven swords one by one.
"Hmph!"
Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen snorted coldly in unison.
Nine Spirit rings flared, their power burning to the limit as they surged forward again.
The Titan Giant Ape and Azure Bull Python resumed their battle against Chrysanthemum and Ghost Douluo.
Dugu Bo's poison spread like wildfire, mowing down Spirit Saints and Douluo like grass.
Meanwhile—Li Zhexian moved like a dragon through the chaos.
His sword light streaked across the three battlefields, linking them in flashes of crimson and jade.
In that instant—
The entire Star Dou Great Forest was consumed by apocalyptic warfare.
Spirit Abilities collided with thunderous explosions; shockwaves leveled miles of forest.
Beasts fled in panic, as though the world itself were ending.
...
Deep beneath the ground—
In the silent underground palace, the Divine Butterfly and Three-Eyed Golden Lion slammed their heads against the sealed exit again and again, but the barrier woven by Fate's Lotus did not budge.
The two young beasts turned anxiously toward the depths of the palace.
After a moment—
a pair of dark golden dragon eyes appeared once more.
The Skydream Ice Worm immediately shut its eyes and pretended to be dead.
"That human woman's strength is formidable," a low voice rumbled.
"Her body carries a divine aura—she stands but a single step away from godhood."
"Our lord's decree remains: stay hidden, and do not meddle in mortal affairs."
The Divine Butterfly and Three-Eyed Golden Lion glanced at each other—
then charged the barrier once again.
"…Enough."
"That human boy— I wronged him earlier."
"This time, I shall make amends… and form a good karmic tie."
...
In the center of the battlefield.
Bibi Dong stood alone against Chen Xin, Feng Bailong, and Yu Yuanzhen.
Even bound by the restrictions of the god trial—
she still crushed the three of them with ease.
Spirit Rings flickered one after another.
Bibi Dong unleashed her full power—holding nothing back.
Today—
She had sworn to kill Li Zhexian!
Even if it meant delaying the hunt for Spirit Rings—his death came first.
BOOM—!!!
The spider markings on her exquisite face spread wider.
Every pulse of Spirit Power burned like ten thousand spiders gnawing at her bones—
yet her gaze remained sharp, her killing intent unwavering.
The Realm of Death Swamp descended once more, crushing toward the three Titled Douluo.
But at that very moment—
A terrifying dragon aura surged from deep underground.
In the haze of energy,
a dark-golden dragon finger condensed into being.
From its fingertip radiated an unearthly sharpness—
like a mountain rising from the earth—
pointing straight at Bibi Dong.
A sudden twist of fate!
Everyone froze in shock.
"Who dares interfere?!"
Bibi Dong's expression turned from fury to panic.
Her Spirit Power shaped itself into a scythe as she slashed downward in rage.
ROAR—!
The instant her scythe collided with that dragon finger,
a dragon's roar exploded inside her mind.
Her body went rigid in an instant.
Chen Xin and his companions were still trapped within the Death Swamp,
Dugu Bo and the two great Spirit Beasts were being held at bay—
Only Li Zhexian managed to suppress his shock.
He gripped his Qinglian Sword, and his aura surged skyward—
"Wine Boils, Sword Cries!"
"Second Spirit Ability—Three Swords of Elegance!"
"Killing God Domain!"
Triple-layered enhancements fully attached to the Qinglian Sword's blade. The extremely sharp sword qi spewed forth, causing the space itself to shriek under the unbearable strain.
A wisp of sword qi instantly appeared in front of Bibi Dong.
Li Zhexian burst forth from the shattered qi—
his sword slicing horizontally across her neck.
"Qinglian Sword Song, Sixth Form—Blood Pagoda!"
Blood-red swordlight drenched the heavens, killing intent pouring like hellfire.
Shhhh—
Her defensive Spirit Power split open in a thin line.
The searing pain snapped Bibi Dong out of her daze.
In her purple eyes,
she caught a fleeting glimpse of the white-robed youth—
—but Li Zhexian had already retreated,
standing safely beside Chen Xin and the others who had just broken free.
Bibi Dong's delicate hand clutched her neck,
blood seeping between her fingers in scarlet rivulets.
Upon her beautiful face,
a hideous snarl twisted her features—
making her look like the very incarnation of a Rakshasa.
"Li Zhexian…"
The wound was not fatal,
but the humiliation cut deeper than any blade.
And this was the second time he had done it.
Li Zhexian's lips curved into a faint smile.
Under Bibi Dong's glare of disbelief,
a platinum Spirit Ring rose from his sword's edge.
"Fifth Spirit Ability—Yazi's Judgment."
Once unleashed,
this ability targeted any wound left by his sword—
and, ignoring distance or time, detonated it tenfold.
Zzz—
Zzz—
Before the horrified eyes of everyone present,
the blood flowing from Bibi Dong's neck began to writhe—
slowly forming the shape of a beast holding a sword in its jaws.
"ROAR—!"
"Sever!"
A roar filled with murderous fury echoed across the battlefield,
accompanied by Li Zhexian's sharp shout.
From the beast's mouth,
a blood-red arc of sword light slashed outward.
Pssh—!
Bibi Dong's neck split wide open—
only a thin strip of flesh still connecting her head to her body.