Bibi Dong Makes a Move! Martial Soul Hall's Authority!

"Kill!"

Dai Weisi stomped his feet violently against the ground, his entire body launching like a cannonball, wreathed in a tragic, murderous aura as he charged toward Lin Qiu on the high platform.

For this strike, he had unleashed his full strength.

The air was torn asunder, emitting a shrill, piercing whistle.

Bibi Dong frowned slightly; the scepter in her hand lifted an inch, only to be slowly lowered again.

She saw the calmness in Lin Qiu's eyes.

That calmness was not feigned; it stemmed from a confidence rooted deep within his bones.

Just as Dai Weisi's tiger palm was about to make contact with Lin Qiu's face.

Lin Qiu finally moved.

But he did not strike with his palm as he had against Yu Tianheng.

This time, he merely spat out a single word.

"Scram."

As the word fell, a terrifying, dark aura—far more sinister and soul-shuddering than before—suddenly erupted from behind Lin Qiu.

The Spirit Douluo elder from the Star Luo Empire had his fingers trembling in the air for a long time, but in the end, he did not dare to take another step forward.

The scent of blood lingering in the air had not yet dissipated, and the horrific aura left behind by the Nine-Nether Ao still haunted everyone's hearts.

Dai Weisi was dead.

Not even a scrap of bone remained.

The elder knew clearly in his heart that even if he rushed up to fight for his life now, he would merely be providing an appetizer for that terrifying beast.

Lin Qiu did not even glance at the elder, merely flicking nonexistent dust from his lapel before sweeping his gaze across the arena.

That look was like a mischievous child who had just stepped on a nest of ants—devoid of any sense of accomplishment, and equally devoid of guilt.

"If anyone else thinks this Star Luo Empire is worth a damn, you may step forward."

Lin Qiu's tone was indifferent.

The plaza fell into a deathly silence.

Even those sect representatives who had previously sought to curry favor with the Star Luo Empire now wished they could bury their heads in their own crotches, terrified of being noticed by this god of slaughter.

Just then, a voice, gentle and scholarly yet tinged with a hint of anxiety, broke the silence.

"A fine display of skill, Holy Son."

The Sect Master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Fengzhi.

He stood up from the VIP seating, clutching his scepter, his expression grave.

Behind him, Sword Douluo, known as "Sword Saint Chen Xin," and Bone Douluo Gu Rong, hailed as the "World's Number One Defense," rose in unison.

The two terrifying auras of Title Douluo, though not fully unleashed, pressed down upon everyone's hearts like a heavy mountain.

Ning Fengzhi looked at Lin Qiu on the high platform, a flicker of deep wariness flashing in his eyes.

The Nine-Nether Ao from moments ago had dealt him too great a shock.

But he could not concern himself with that now.

"Holy Son, the matter of Dai Weisi is a grievance between you and the Star Luo Empire; this Ning has no intention of interfering."

Ning Fengzhi took a deep breath, keeping his tone as calm as possible. "However, my daughter Rongrong went missing in Heaven Dou City some days ago. According to reports from my sect's scouts, the last place she appeared was the Martial Soul Hall."

At this, Ning Fengzhi's gaze sharpened, piercing directly at Bibi Dong on the Pope's throne and Lin Qiu standing before her.

"I ask that the Pope and the Holy Son hand over my daughter."

"As long as Rongrong is safe and sound, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect will withdraw immediately and will never interfere in today's affairs."

Once these words were spoken, the entire arena was in an uproar.

So the little princess of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, Ning Rongrong, had gone missing? And she had been captured by the Martial Soul Hall?

That explained it.

No wonder the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, which had always upheld a principle of neutrality, had come to the Martial Soul Hall today with both of their guardian Douluo.

They were prepared to fight to the death!

Hearing this, a playful smirk curled the corners of Lin Qiu's mouth.

Ning Rongrong?

That little girl whom the system had identified as possessing the "Immortal Spirit Physique"?

She was likely in the back right now, hugging that Source Stone and gnawing on it happily.

"Sect Master Ning, what is the meaning of this?"

Lin Qiu said languidly, "The Martial Soul Hall is a sacred ground for spirit masters; why would we engage in kidnapping? Your daughter has legs of her own; she ran to my Martial Soul Hall to be a guest. How can you call that being captured?"

"A guest?"

Bone Douluo Gu Rong had a fiery temper and immediately roared, "Bullshit! That girl Rongrong is the most playful of us all; how could she run off to this godforsaken place of yours without a word? You must have used some despicable trick!"

"Old Bone!"

Ning Fengzhi barked to stop Gu Rong, then looked at Lin Qiu, his voice sinking, "Your Highness the Holy Son, let's speak plainly. The protective Soul Tool on Rongrong has a resonance with our sect, and it is right here inside the Pope Palace."

"Today, Ning must take Rongrong home."

"If so much as a single hair on her head is missing..."

Clang!

A clear, resonant sword hum suddenly rang out.

Sword Douluo Chen Xin, who had remained silent until now, suddenly manifested the Seven Kill Sword martial soul behind him.

That giant sword, silver-white from hilt to tip and radiating an endless aura of slaughter, pointed directly at the high platform.

As a Title Douluo renowned for possessing the greatest attack power in the world, Chen Xin's movement caused the very air in front of the Pope Palace to feel as though it were being sliced apart.

Countless low-level soul masters felt a stinging pain on their skin, as if thousands of sharp blades were cutting into their bodies.

"Then don't blame the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for showing no mercy!"

Ning Fengzhi slammed his scepter heavily against the ground, and his seven soul rings flared with brilliant light.

Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda, appear!

"Seven Treasures have a name, the first: Power!"

"The second: Speed!"

Following Ning Fengzhi's chant, several streams of light instantly merged into the bodies of Chen Xin and Gu Rong.

Under the amplification of this world-renowned support-type soul master, the auras of the Sword Douluo and Bone Douluo surged instantly, reaching nearly the peak level of a rank 97 Title Douluo!

Two great Title Douluos joining forces, coupled with Ning Fengzhi's support.

This power was enough to sweep across any sect on the continent!

Except for the Martial Soul Hall.

Facing such terrifying pressure, the expression on Lin Qiu's face did not change in the slightest.

He didn't even adjust his lazy, slouching posture.

He simply turned his head to look at the noble and cold woman behind him.

"Mom."

Lin Qiu called out.

The "Mom" sounded incredibly natural and smooth.

It was just like a child who had been wronged looking for a parent to complain to.

"These two old geezers are bullying me."

Lin Qiu pointed at Chen Xin and Gu Rong below, "They even want to tear our house down."

A trace of helplessness and doting flashed through Bibi Dong's originally indifferent phoenix eyes.

This child.

He was so imposing when he killed Dai Weisi in a single strike just moments ago, yet now he acted like a child who hadn't grown up.

However.

Since her son had spoken, as a mother, she naturally had to vent his frustrations for him.

What's more, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect dared to brandish their swords in front of the Pope Palace; this was an open provocation to the majesty of the Martial Soul Hall!

"Ning Fengzhi, Chen Xin, Gu Rong."

Bibi Dong slowly stood up.

She wore a brilliant golden Pope robe, the Nine-Curved Purple Gold Crown upon her head, and she tapped her scepter lightly against the ground.

Thump!

A dull, heavy boom, like a heartbeat, exploded in everyone's ears.

The space that had been filled with the Sword Douluo's sharp sword intent was instantly crushed back by a force of soul power that was far more vast and profound.