Five Titled Douluo! I've Been Waiting a Long Time for This Sword!

Five Titled Douluo! I've Been Waiting a Long Time for This Sword!

The Soul Fighting Arena was not very large, even with the white mist obscuring their vision.

Yet, relying on a Titled Douluo's perception, Bibi Dong still found Qin Shiyuan's location without the slightest effort.

The white figure wearing a mask was sitting quietly where he was.

He seemed utterly unaware that danger had arrived.

"Found you!"

A sharp glint flashed through Bibi Dong's eyes, and the corners of her lips curved upward slightly.

"This time, I refuse to believe you still have some trump card that can save you!"

As she spoke, she slowly walked up to Qin Shiyuan. Looking at that mysterious Silver Mask, a hint of curiosity suddenly rose in her heart.

From her experience, absorbing and refining a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring required at least most of a day.

Therefore, Bibi Dong had no concern that Qin Shiyuan would suddenly awaken. She extended a slender hand and pressed it directly against the mask before her.

"Pop!"

It came off with unexpected ease. With a faint sound, it was as though Bibi Dong had met no resistance at all.

With only a gentle pull, the Silver Mask drifted off and landed steadily in her hand.

"How... how could he be this young?"

As Bibi Dong looked at the face revealed before her, she could not help but lose herself for a moment.

Qin Shiyuan's appearance was naturally beyond reproach. Back when he had been in the tavern, even plain cloth robes had been enough to make him stand out.

Now, with those sword-like brows, high nose bridge, well-proportioned lips and teeth... paired with those white robes—

He truly had the air of a gentleman as flawless as jade, a young master without equal in this world.

But to Bibi Dong, none of that mattered.

What truly left her stunned was Qin Shiyuan's age.

The instant she saw that face, Bibi Dong determined that Qin Shiyuan could not possibly be older than twenty.

What did a Soul Douluo in the prime of youth represent?

She could answer with certainty: his future achievements would surely surpass those of a Peak Douluo.

Then what about a Soul Douluo under twenty who possessed four Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings?

Bibi Dong was momentarily speechless. She truly could not imagine where the limits of such a peerless genius lay.

Perhaps the only thing she could be sure of was that, like herself, Qin Shiyuan would be chosen by a god, become a candidate for godhood, and eventually become a god.

But perhaps... he would go beyond merely becoming a god.

"This man's talent is truly terrifying. If he could be used by me..."

The instant that thought arose, Bibi Dong decisively strangled it herself.

"This method will not work. Setting aside the fact that I have already formed a grudge with him."

"Even if I had not, as the leader of a major power, with his ambition, he would never be willing to remain beneath me."

"Most importantly, I do not have enough confidence that I can control him."

As she thought, Bibi Dong's gaze gradually turned vicious, the killing intent in her eyes growing ever denser.

"If he cannot be used by me, then in the future, he will surely become the greatest obstacle to my plans."

"In that case, the safest course is to kill him in the cradle before he has fully grown."

With that thought, Bibi Dong hesitated no longer. Her Death Spider Emperor martial soul appeared, accompanied by nine rapidly rising Spirit Rings.

But just as she was about to make her move, a teasing voice that left her utterly shocked rang out.

"Your Majesty the Pope has looked at Qin for so long. Have you grown tired of looking and decided to strike with deadly intent?"

Under Bibi Dong's disbelieving gaze—

Qin Shiyuan slowly opened his eyes, revealing a pair of pupils filled with mockery.

"How is this possible?! Weren't you absorbing a Spirit Ring? How could you possibly..."

Bibi Dong's face was full of astonishment. Then, as she thought of a possibility that should never have entered her mind, her expression froze.

"Could it be... could it be that you have already refined that Spirit Ring?"

Though she was asking, she did not believe it in the slightest.

"How long has it been? The time it takes to burn one incense stick? A quarter of an hour? Impossible!"

"How could anyone successfully refine a Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring in such a short time?!"

"Heh, it seems I must disappoint Your Excellency the Pope."

Supporting himself with one hand against the ground, Qin Shiyuan slowly rose to his feet.

He raised his head to look at Bibi Dong and revealed an incomparably bright, sunny smile.

"Qin has always absorbed Spirit Rings quickly since childhood. I suppose it is a rather useless little talent."

More specifically, this was one of the abilities granted to him by his martial soul, the Nine Abyss Sword Box.

Though it could not exactly be called an ability. It was simply that each of the nine swords within the sword box was incomparably domineering.

Whenever he absorbed a Spirit Ring, the sword about to leave its sheath would impatiently suppress the Spirit Beast consciousness within the Spirit Ring.

Without the Spirit Beast consciousness interfering, he naturally absorbed Spirit Rings with exceptional speed.

"Hmph! So what if you have awakened? You are still only an Eight-ringed Soul Douluo who has just broken through."

Bibi Dong was, after all, the Pope of Spirit Hall. After her brief lapse, she snorted coldly, and her face regained its imposing majesty.

"I refuse to believe that a mere Soul Douluo like you can fight five Titled Douluo of Spirit Hall at once!"

If Qin Shiyuan could now trade blows with an ordinary Titled Douluo—

Perhaps Bibi Dong would not have found it too surprising.

After all, he was a peerless genius with four Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings.

Someone like Dugu Bo, who ranked at the bottom among Titled Douluo, might not truly have the confidence to defeat him with absolute certainty.

But if he intended to withstand five Titled Douluo with the cultivation of a Soul Douluo—

Let alone four Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Rings, even if he had two more, Bibi Dong did not believe he could do it.

Yet there was one thing she took very seriously.

Qin Shiyuan's methods were far too mysterious. Though Bibi Dong was confident she could defeat him, she feared he would flee midway through the fight.

After all, everyone present had witnessed the speed of Qin Shiyuan's Flying Swords.

If they were not careful, even a Peak Douluo might fail to react in time.

Thinking this, Bibi Dong turned around and warned the four people beside her in advance.

"Do not underestimate him. Attack together, use your full strength, and end this quickly."

"Watch your positions. Do not leave him the slightest chance to escape!"

Yet when Qin Shiyuan saw Bibi Dong's actions, his expression showed no concern whatsoever.

He watched quietly until Bibi Dong finished speaking, then chuckled and opened his mouth.

"It seems Your Excellency the Pope thinks quite highly of Qin."

"To deal with a mere Soul Douluo like me, you actually need five Titled Douluo to take the field together."

"Still, who wins and who loses remains hard to say, because..."

As though cherishing it deeply, Qin Shiyuan gently stroked the sword box at his side.

Then, as he raised his hand, he suddenly lifted his head. His eyes were filled with bloodthirsty, fanatical light.

"In my hometown, when a new sword leaves its sheath... it must be sharpened with blood."

"I have been waiting a long time for this sword..."