Ye Xian, You're Actually Alive! His Terrifying Strength Shocked Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu

Bibi Dong rose abruptly to her feet. The next second, she discovered that the Purple Gold Scepter in her hand, the symbol of supreme authority, had suddenly plummeted in temperature.

The intricate patterns on the scepter were being overtaken by a layer of frost that shimmered with an eerie blue radiance, spreading at a visible speed.

The frost spread rapidly, greedily devouring the scepter's luxurious sheen.

Bibi Dong's slender, fair fingers slowly brushed across the icy frost patterns on the scepter.

The chill that reached her fingertips was far beyond that of ordinary ice and snow.

It was a freezing power that seeped into the marrow and seemed to reach straight for the soul, as though it intended to solidify even the surging Soul Power within her.

Her face remained majestic and cold, yet deep within those unfathomable violet eyes, an extraordinarily subtle crack suddenly flashed past.

"Ye Xian, you're actually alive!"

At the same moment, in the vast and solemn central sanctuary of the Elder Hall.

Qian Daoliu sat cross-legged beneath the massive Angel Statue in meditation, his body utterly motionless. Not even his eyelashes trembled.

Yet the Angel Sword resting horizontally across his knees, flowing with gentle and sacred golden light—

The pure radiance on its blade suddenly rippled violently, like the surface of water disturbed by a thrown stone.

It was as if the sacred spirit within the sword had encountered an indescribable desecration and suppression.

Qian Daoliu slowly raised his head.

His tranquil gaze seemed to pierce through the barriers of countless halls as it shot directly toward the area outside Spirit Hall.

It settled upon that cloaked figure.

The instant his gaze landed there, the Angel Statue before him—dozens of meters tall and symbolizing sanctity and light—

Silently seeped a clear, winding wet streak down its smooth cheek.

The streak met the equally frigid air and froze instantly.

It became a dazzling line of frost, like an angel's icy tear.

For the first time, Qian Daoliu's gaze froze slightly.

"Brat Ye Xian, you're still alive!"

The hand resting on the hilt of the Angel Sword trembled almost imperceptibly.

That minute movement conveyed the overwhelming turmoil in his heart more clearly than a collapsing mountain or raging sea ever could.

His state of mind, tempered over a hundred years and as unshakable as stone—

Had been torn open by the chill that froze the angel's tear.

Compared to Bibi Dong, he had valued Ye Xian more back then.

When he had learned that Ye Xian had vanished in the Extreme North.

Qian Daoliu had vaguely suspected Bibi Dong's involvement.

He had even specifically dispatched people to Extreme North City to search for traces of Ye Xian.

Unfortunately, the results had been disappointing.

Twelve years had passed, yet Ye Xian had miraculously returned to Spirit Hall.

And his current strength was enough to astonish even Qian Daoliu.

A subtle curve lifted at the corner of Qian Daoliu's lips, and a rare hint of interest surfaced on his face.

He was clearly somewhat pleased by Ye Xian's return.

But Bibi Dong, sitting in the Papal Palace, might not have been as calm as he was.

"Buzz—!"

"Boom—!"

Two utterly different yet equally earth-shaking booms nearly simultaneously tore through the dead silence of Spirit City.

Above the Papal Palace, the layer of deep purple-black light that had enveloped the entire structure suddenly contracted.

Bibi Dong's figure silently appeared atop the Papal Palace's highest and most prominent balcony.

Her Purple Gold Papal Robe remained utterly still in the biting wind, but a ring of fine ice crystals had formed along the edges of her robes.

Under the scepter's light, her face was even more ghastly pale than the frost covering the Papal Palace.

Those deep violet eyes were locked tightly onto the blue figure striding over ice from the far end of Angel Avenue.

Shock, fury, and a trace of incredulous fear she herself had not noticed churned in her gaze.

At the same time, a vast and pure pillar of golden light soared into the sky from the direction of the Elder Hall.

Within the pillar of light, Qian Daoliu's figure slowly emerged.

He still held the Angel Sword, his body bathed in dense sacred golden light like a deity descending upon the mortal world.

Qian Daoliu hovered in the air, his holy sword angled downward. His gaze crossed space and likewise fell upon the figure in the blue cloak.

For the first time, obvious astonishment appeared on his placid face.

Seeing it with his own eyes only further confirmed his earlier judgment.

Ye Xian's strength might already be no weaker than his own.

He could not imagine what the boy had experienced for his strength to have advanced by such leaps and bounds.

But now was clearly not the time to consider that, because Bibi Dong above the Papal Palace seemed unable to restrain herself any longer.

Qian Daoliu had no intention of helping either side.

As long as they did not affect the area of Douluo Hall where he resided.

Ever since Bibi Dong had ascended to the position of Pope, she had turned Spirit Hall into a complete mess.

Perhaps having someone else take the position would not be such a bad thing.

At the center of Angel Avenue, the figure slowly advancing along the path of ice crystals finally came to a stop.

The gray hood lifted slightly, revealing a stern face beneath it, devoid of even a trace of mortal warmth.

Ye Xian's eyes were like two bottomless pools of icy abyss.

The spot where he stopped was at precisely the right distance from the two halls representing the pinnacle of authority.

It lay outside the absolute control of both Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

Yet with an overwhelmingly domineering stance, he drove his domain of all-freezing cold—

Ruthlessly into the boundary zone where the two great defensive barriers had been compressed to their limits, forming a delicate and dangerous three-way deadlock.

At that moment, the air completely froze.

After sensing no hostile aura from Qian Daoliu, Ye Xian turned his gaze toward the slender figure above the Papal Palace.

He slightly parted his lips. His voice was like Ten Thousand Year Profound Ice, carrying a penetrating force that seemed to freeze every sound in existence as it rang clearly within the souls of Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu.

"Pope, I'm back."

"Or should I call you—Senior Sister Bibi Dong?"

Those two simple sentences were like a blade piercing Bibi Dong's deepest weakness, instantly making her unable to remain calm.

"Boom—!!!"

On the Papal Palace balcony, purple-black Soul Power so dense it had reached the extreme erupted like a volcano suppressed for ten thousand years.

A full nine soul rings—two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.

The demonic blood-red soul ring symbolizing the life of a Hundred-Thousand-Year Soul Beast suddenly rose, carrying boundless resentment of death and fury as it completely enveloped Bibi Dong.

The scepter in her hand burst forth with purple-black blades of light that tore through space, while the terrifying phantom of the Death Spider Emperor roared and solidified behind her.

A terrifying pressure rapidly spread from the Papal Palace, blanketing the entire Spirit Hall.

Above the Elder Hall, Qian Daoliu sensed the pressure erupting from Bibi Dong, and the sacred golden light around him abruptly contracted.

The same nine soul rings appeared beneath his feet before spiraling upward, but their configuration—eight black and one red—far surpassed Bibi Dong's.