Bibi Dong, You Are Unworthy of Sitting on the Pope's Throne! I Will Clean House for My Master!

Although it lacked that glaring blood-red hue, the pure, vast power within it seemed to originate from a god and was in no way inferior to Bibi Dong's.

The Angel Sword let out a clear, resonant hum. Wherever its tip pointed, even space twisted.

The pressure Bibi Dong had unleashed instantly dissipated.

The entire Douluo Hall returned to normal once more.

Unlike Bibi Dong, he did not spread his pressure outward, merely distributing it evenly around Douluo Hall.

The situation between Ye Xian and Bibi Dong had already reached a point of drawn swords and taut bows.

Qian Daoliu's cautious nature kept him from intending to help either of them.

Yet the faint anticipation in his eyes had quietly settled upon that proud blue figure.

As he felt the release of two soul-stirring auras of pressure, especially Bibi Dong's nearly tangible killing intent,

an ultimate chill that seemed to have originated at the dawn of creation silently spread from Ye Xian's body.

Deep, dark-blue Soul Power surged forth madly, and nine soul rings emerged—one yellow, two purple, five black, and one red!

The same sinister red soul ring.

Yet the light from his soul ring was not scorching crimson, but a somber red, as though it were blood frozen for hundreds of millions of years.

The nine soul rings pulsed quietly, without any earth-shaking eruption of power.

But the domain of ultimate ice stood firm with an even more domineering, unquestionable force, forcibly withstanding the terrifying Soul Power pressure from the two Peak Douluo of the Papal Palace and Elder Hall.

He had finally released his soul rings.

The moment they saw the final dark-red soul ring, Bibi Dong and Qian Daoliu's pupils contracted sharply almost at the same time.

Naturally, they knew the significance of a hundred-thousand-year soul ring.

They also knew just how difficult it was to obtain one.

Moreover, the energy flowing through Ye Xian's hundred-thousand-year soul ring seemed even deeper and more powerful than either of theirs.

Three utterly different forces, each equally capable of destroying heaven and earth, were like three primordial beasts awakened from an eternal slumber.

They collided at the heart of this city, which symbolized Spirit Hall's highest authority, forming three clearly divided regions of Soul Power.

Qian Daoliu's golden Soul Power still only shrouded the area around Douluo Hall, carrying no trace of aggression.

Bibi Dong's black Soul Power, meanwhile, had covered every area of Spirit City other than Douluo Hall.

Ye Xian's blue Soul Power occupied the smallest area, yet it was also the sharpest.

The Ice Crystal Road beneath Ye Xian's feet flickered with a deep-blue, deathly chill as it stretched onward.

Like a longsword, it pierced into the massive shadows cast by the Papal Palace and Elder Hall.

Wherever it passed, nothing could stop it.

Bibi Dong's pupils shook violently. Her Soul Power was utterly incapable of blocking it.

The Soul Power ice crystals frozen in the air reflected countless shattered, icy specks of light beneath the interweaving radiance of the three supreme experts' soul rings.

Like fragments of frozen stars filling the sky, they floated soundlessly.

On the Papal Palace terrace, the cold wind was like blades, slicing through the frozen air.

The purple-black Soul Power churning around Bibi Dong was like a boiling sea of ink, struggling with all its might against the ultimate ice that seeped into every crevice and froze Soul Power.

Her gaze, like ice awls steeped in poison, remained nailed to the blue-cloaked figure in the distance.

Ye Xian slowly raised his hand and lightly brushed the edge of his hood. Ice crystals fell in a soft rustle, revealing a face that made Bibi Dong's pupils suddenly constrict.

Her purple-gold papal robes fluttered violently in the cold wind, and even the hand gripping her scepter trembled slightly.

Even the gem atop the Purple Gold Scepter, symbol of supreme authority, flickered wildly.

She stared fixedly at Ye Xian, her eyes filled with unprecedented shock.

The man who had returned upon ice was no longer the Ye Xian she knew.

He was an unknown monster carrying divine secrets and world-destroying frost...

The wind seemed to freeze completely at that moment.

Only Bibi Dong's slightly hurried breathing remained on the terrace.

The shock in her eyes cracked like a spiderweb before finally becoming a bottomless solemnity and wariness.

"Ye Xian, you truly are full of surprises..."

Bibi Dong's voice finally rang out.

It no longer carried her usual lofty indolence or authority, but a sharp edge of disbelief that pierced through the howling cold wind.

"I truly never imagined that you would actually walk out of the Extreme North alive."

Ye Xian met her gaze.

Those eyes were so cold that they held no emotional fluctuation, as though he were looking at a stone.

He spoke, his voice like two blocks of solid ice grinding against each other. Every syllable carried a chill that froze the soul, reaching Bibi Dong's ears clearly despite the barrier of her immense Soul Power.

"To be honest, I never expected it either..."

"I never expected you to be so vicious as to want me dead!"

Ye Xian's voice suddenly rose. He stared fixedly at Bibi Dong's face, and the icy chill in his eyes erupted in an instant, becoming tangible killing intent.

This reply, as though it had come from the underworld, made Bibi Dong tighten her fingers around the scepter. Her knuckles turned white from the force.

The frost spreading across the scepter seemed to thicken by another layer. The bone-piercing chill traveled up its shaft, nearly freezing the circulation of her Soul Power.

"This power..."

Bibi Dong forcibly suppressed her turbulent emotions. Her voice regained some of the Pope's cold hardness, but the doubt and alarm beneath it, like undercurrents beneath ice, could not be entirely concealed.

The corners of Ye Xian's lips seemed to lift ever so slightly.

It was clearly a smile, yet to Bibi Dong, it looked more like a crack opening in a block of ice, revealing an even deeper coldness.

Ye Xian's abyss-cold eyes swept indifferently over Bibi Dong's exquisite face, slightly twisted by shock.

His voice returned to calmness.

"Bibi Dong, you are unworthy of sitting on the Pope's throne!"

"Today, I will clean house for my master!"

On the Papal Palace terrace, the chill freezing the scepter seemed to spread from Bibi Dong's fingertips to her heart, bringing an unprecedented tremor.

The master Ye Xian spoke of was like a poisoned ice needle, precisely piercing the place she least wished to touch.

In an instant, it ignited Bibi Dong's killing intent, along with a trace of alarm she herself refused to acknowledge.

"Ye Xian—!"

Her gaze swept over the terrifying hundred-thousand-year red soul ring beneath Ye Xian's feet as she tried her best to keep her expression normal.

"I don't know what fortunate opportunity you stumbled upon in the Extreme North, but if this is all you have, then you won't be leaving Spirit City today!"

"You killed my Red-Robed Bishop and severely wounded an elder of my hall. Your crimes merit death. No one can save you!"

As she spoke the last sentence, Bibi Dong's pressure seemed to casually increase by half a degree toward Douluo Hall.

Qian Daoliu immediately frowned.

Although he still did not act, his heart involuntarily tilted toward Ye Xian's side.