The Seventh Trial: Training a Martial Soul Fusion Skill

Spirit City.

The moon shone bright in a starless sky as black crows passed overhead. Beneath its light, the Pope's Hall looked rather eerie.

In the pitch-black secret chamber, faint, sinister purple light rippled through the air. Ghostly wails rang out incessantly, punctuated by the intermittent, grating sound of blades scraping against the walls.

A sharp, hoarse laugh suddenly rang out.

"Hahaha! Hahahaha!"

"I finally did it! I finally passed that damn Sixth Trial!"

"Soon, soon."

"The time to destroy Spirit Hall, destroy the Qian Family, and wipe everything out is almost here!"

A figure stood at the very center of the chamber. She was on a stone platform, surrounded by a pool that radiated a bone-chilling cold and churned with deadly poison.

Bibi Dong wore her regal papal robes. She slowly opened her glowing green eyes, her face covered in jagged purple markings. Through the opening of her collar, one could see that purple runes covered her perfect body as well. Below her waist, her lower body had transformed into a huge green mass of flesh that secreted a vile fluid. Eight thick spider legs, covered in fine hairs, sprouted from it, making for a truly horrifying sight.

Amid her wild laughter, Bibi Dong slowly withdrew her Martial Soul Avatar. The swollen green mass of flesh gradually shrank, transforming back into her long, shapely legs. Her elegant clothes covered them as she sat cross-legged, and the purple runes on her body rapidly faded away. Her crazed grin slowly disappeared.

The aura around Bibi Dong had grown considerably stronger, but then quickly subsided, leaving her stuck at the peak of Level 98.

"Whew—"

As a gust of cold wind swept through the chamber, its eerie atmosphere vanished. Bibi Dong had gone from a madwoman back to the dignified, elegant Pope