The Seventh Trial: Cultivating Martial Soul Fusion Skills

Spirit City.

The moon was bright, the stars were sparse, and black crows crossed the sky. Beneath the moonlight, Pope Hall looked somewhat sinister.

In the pitch-black Secret Chamber, faint, eerie purple light rippled everywhere. Wails like those of vengeful ghosts rang out again and again, and the grating sound of sharp blades cutting across the walls came in fits and starts.

A sharp, hoarse laugh suddenly rang out.

"Haha... hahahaha!"

"I've finally completed it! I've finally passed this damned sixth trial!"

"Soon. Soon."

"The time to destroy Spirit Hall! Destroy the Qian Family! Annihilate everything is almost here!"

A figure stood at the very center of the Secret Chamber. It was a stone platform, surrounded by a ring-shaped pool. Bone-piercing cold air rose from it, and deadly venom surged within.

Bibi Dong wore her noble papal robes and slowly opened those eyes glowing with green light. Her face was covered in hideous purple patterns, and looking down from her collar, her perfect, delicate body was also crawling with purple runes. Her lower body had already transformed into a large green lump of flesh that secreted vicious mucus. Eight thick spider legs grew from the lump, covered in fine fuzz. It looked extraordinarily horrifying.

Amid that wild laughter, Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her Martial Soul Avatar. The swollen green lump of flesh slowly shrank, once again turning back into her long, slender legs, covered by her gorgeous clothing as she sat cross-legged. The purple runes on her body dispersed fiercely, and the savage grin on her face slowly faded.

The aura around Bibi Dong grew much stronger again, then quickly fell back, stuck at the peak of Level 98.

"Hoo—"

As a gust of chilling wind swept past, the entire Secret Chamber broke free of that sinister atmosphere. Bibi Dong