Sheath Without a Sword

"Hmph! Playing tricks, do you really think the five of us Titled Douluo would fear the words of one man?"

Bibi Dong's face was full of disdain, regardless of whether Qin Shiyuan truly had another trump card.

With five Titled Douluo on her side, there was no way they could be frightened by a mere Soul Douluo.

"If you have the ability, then use it. I'll take everything you have."

"If you don't, then now is the time of your death!"

"Attack!"

With that, Bibi Dong hesitated no longer. Taking the lead, she charged at Qin Shiyuan together with the other four behind her.

"Martial Soul, Death Spider Emperor!"

"Martial Soul..."

As five Martial Souls were revealed in succession, waves of powerful pressure burst forth.

The next moment, forty-five dazzling rings rose into the air, blooming brilliantly amid the white mist.

In an instant, the immense pressure stirred up violent currents, clearing an empty vacuum zone between them.

"Sixth Spirit Ability: Blood-Sucking Spider Thorn!"

The sixth black Spirit Ring behind Bibi Dong was the first to light up.

In an instant, countless dense black venomous spikes appeared behind her.

At her command, they shot toward Qin Shiyuan like a torrential downpour.

Each of these spikes was thinner than a strand of hair, yet possessed sharpness beyond ordinary materials.

At their glinting tips, wisps of black poisonous gas could faintly be seen curling around them.

Without question, if struck by this attack, even if one was not immediately pierced to death,

they would likely be corroded into a pool of blood by the horrifying poison coating them before long.

Yet Qin Shiyuan showed no panic in the face of this attack.

"Juque! Cangfeng! Hanguang!"

With a low shout, the Nine Abyss Sword Box at his side instantly unfolded.

As three heavy greatswords flew out, eight new Spirit Rings silently rose around him once more.

After absorbing another Hundred Thousand Year Spirit Ring, Qin Shiyuan's Spirit Ring configuration had become terrifying: two purple, two black, and four red!

"Third Spirit Ability, Three Lotuses Blooming Together!"

With a light flick of his sword fingers, the three swords that had flown from their sheaths arrived in an instant from midair.

They immediately formed a three-petaled lotus spinning at high speed before Qin Shiyuan.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang..."

Several hundred metallic clashes rang out in succession. Under the rapid rotation of the azure lotus,

countless black spider thorns scattered in all directions like heavenly maidens scattering flowers.

Meanwhile, Qin Shiyuan, standing behind the giant lotus, remained completely unharmed.

"Hm?"

Seeing that her attack had failed to achieve any result, Bibi Dong's expression shifted slightly in surprise.

Though her attack had merely been an area Spirit Ability meant for probing, and its power was far inferior to that of a single-target attack,

there was no denying that it contained the Soul Power of a Titled Douluo.

Yet Qin Shiyuan's Spirit Ability had so easily blocked her attack in its entirety.

In some sense, that was already enough to roughly prove that the quality of his Soul Power was no weaker than that of an ordinary Titled Douluo.

Only now, recalling Qin Shiyuan's earlier words, did Bibi Dong suddenly feel a faint sense of foreboding.

"Follow up with your Spirit Abilities! Don't give him a chance to catch his breath!"

Bibi Dong shouted sharply, but the Spirit Abilities she had expected did not follow from behind her.

"What are you doing?!"

Bibi Dong turned around and glared at them.

Only then did the four seem to awaken from a dream. Seeing Bibi Dong's furious expression, shame immediately appeared on their faces.

They had originally thought Bibi Dong's attack had secured victory, leaving no need for them to act.

Yet they had never expected Bibi Dong, a Titled Douluo, to fail against a brat at the level of an Eight-ringed Soul Douluo.

But Bibi Dong was still their Pope, so the four did not dare argue.

They could only light up their Spirit Rings as quickly as possible, hoping Qin Shiyuan was not as terrifying as Bibi Dong believed.

However, their hopes were destined to be shattered.

Because of that momentary lapse, Qin Shiyuan swiftly seized the split-second opening.

It was his turn to attack, and he... needed only one sword!

"Your Excellency the Pope, it's my turn!"

A sharp glint flashed through Qin Shiyuan's eyes as his sword fingers moved rapidly.

"Chen Shui! Tai'a! Cheng Ying! Juque! Cangfeng! Hanguang! Moyang!"

He silently called out the names of seven swords in his heart.

Until his Soul Power settled beneath the last remaining sword pillar on the left panel of the sword box.

"Longyuan!"

A voice brimming with sharpness and killing intent burst from Qin Shiyuan's mouth.

As the four-foot-six-inch sword shot into the sky from its sheath for the first time,

an endless killing intent was instantly added to the many Sword Intents surrounding him.

That was right. The Sword Intent of this Longyuan Sword had only one word: kill!

It seemed simple, yet this was the true essence of the sword that Sword Douluo Chen Xin had pursued bitterly for nearly a century without ever even touching its threshold.

"This killing intent!"

Bibi Dong's face filled with shock. She had visited the City of Slaughter several times herself.

Yet the feeling Qin Shiyuan gave her now was countless times stronger than that so-called Slaughter Domain.

Even someone as powerful as her could not help but tremble inwardly.

However, if anyone had noticed Qin Shiyuan's eyes at that moment,

they would have discovered that Bibi Dong and the others had long vanished from his sight. All that remained was fanaticism!

"The real show is only beginning!"

"Nine Abyss Sword Box!"

"Eight Swords Unite, merge for me...!"

Suddenly, Qin Shiyuan let out an almost roaring shout, the veins on his neck instantly bulging.

Under Bibi Dong's utterly shocked gaze, the eight swords circling Qin Shiyuan shot straight into the sky in an instant.

They pierced directly through the white mist, lined up in a row, then quickly formed a circle.

At their center, a golden phantom in the shape of a giant sword silently appeared in midair.

One sword, two swords...

The eight surrounding swords suddenly moved, each rapidly merging into that enormous golden phantom.

Beginning with the Chenshui Sword, until finally, at the moment the Longyuan Sword completely fused with the phantom as one.

"Buzz!"

An unprecedented sword cry thundered across the entire world!

"Sword Come!"

A deep voice pierced through the clouds.

The sword in the sky seemed to transform into a slender bolt of lightning, vanishing from midair in an instant.

When it appeared again, it had already returned to Qin Shiyuan's hand amid the white mist.

Looking at Bibi Dong, whose expression had become incomparably grave, Qin Shiyuan grinned as he held the golden sword whose details could not be seen clearly.

"Your Excellency the Pope, why are you so nervous?"

As he spoke, light flickered in his other hand, and a plain, unadorned Sheath Without a Sword suddenly appeared.

"I've only delivered less than half of this sword strike..."