"What do you think this place is?"
"This is Spirit Hall!"
"Not the backyard of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect!"
With every word Bibi Dong spoke, her aura climbed another notch.
Two yellow, two purple, four black, and one red.
Nine Soul Rings pulsed quietly at her feet.
The scarlet-red Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring, especially, radiated such terrifying pressure that Ning Fengzhi's face instantly turned pale.
Twin Martial Souls!
The current Pope was also a Titled Douluo!
And a Peerless Douluo with a Hundred Thousand Year Soul Ring!
"Bibi Dong!"
Battle intent surged in Sword Douluo Chen Xin's eyes. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand blazed with light. "For Rongrong's sake, even if it's the Pope Palace, I'll storm it today!"
"Sword Dao: Chen Xin!"
Chen Xin seemed to merge with the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, transforming into a sky-rending sword rainbow a hundred meters long. With unstoppable momentum, it slashed viciously toward the high platform.
That single strike contained all the insights he had gained in swordsmanship over his lifetime.
Even space developed faint cracks beneath it.
Bone Douluo Gu Rong was not to be outdone. He transformed into a colossal Bone Dragon and roared toward Bibi Dong, black bone spikes raining down like a torrential downpour.
The two Titled Douluo unleashed their full power!
The guests scattered in terror, afraid of being caught in the devastating shock waves of the battle.
Everyone looked at the figure standing before Lin Qiu on the high platform, a complicated glimmer passing through their eyes.
That woman... was she really going to start a war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for Lin Qiu?
Just as everyone thought an earth-shaking battle was about to erupt,
Lin Qiu suddenly pulled a dark, unremarkable object from his arms and handed it to Bibi Dong.
"Mom, use this."
"This thing's heavy. It hurts when you hit someone with it."
It was a black iron rod.
It looked ordinary, with a few mottled patches resembling rust on its surface.
It had no Soul Power fluctuations and gleamed with no light.
It looked just like a fire poker a roadside blacksmith had botched.
Bibi Dong froze for a moment.
She had intended to use a Soul Skill to subdue the two old fools who didn't know their place.
But when she saw the thing Lin Qiu was offering her, she reached out and took it without thinking.
The moment it landed in her hand,
Bibi Dong's wrist sank sharply.
So heavy!
Bibi Dong was astonished.
The iron rod looked only as thick as her wrist, yet it weighed more than a hundred thousand jin!
Even the Clear Sky Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect weighed only a few hundred or a thousand jin.
What in the world was it made of?
"Dragon Pattern Black Gold."
Lin Qiu's voice sounded by Bibi Dong's ear. "Mom, don't use Soul Power. Just hit them with it."
Bibi Dong didn't understand what Dragon Pattern Black Gold was, but she trusted Lin Qiu completely.
By then, Chen Xin's sky-rending sword rainbow had already reached her.
Its razor-sharp sword energy had even severed a strand of hair from her forehead.
Bibi Dong didn't use a single Soul Skill.
She simply gripped the rust-covered black rod with both hands and, relying on the terrifying physical strength of a Titled Douluo, swung it at the sword rainbow with crude, brutal force.
There was no flourish.
Pure strength.
Pure hardness.
As the black rod cut through the air, it let out a muffled groan so deep it seemed to come from the very depths of the earth.
Wherever it passed, space rippled with countless black cracks, like a mirror splintering!
It was pure physical force, crushing space!
Boom—!
The black rod collided with the Seven Kill Sword rainbow.
There was no evenly matched deadlock as expected.
Nor was there an earth-shattering energy explosion.
Only a crisp, teeth-grating crack.
Crack!
The invincible Seven Kill Sword rainbow, reputed to possess the greatest offensive power on the continent, was like fragile glass before the black rod.
It shattered instantly!
Countless silver fragments of Soul Power flew in every direction.
Then came the weapon itself.
The moment the black rod touched the Seven Kill Sword in Chen Xin's hand, the Martial Soul's true form bent violently and let out a mournful cry.
"Pfft!"
Chen Xin was struck as if by lightning. He spat out a mouthful of blood and flew backward like a kite with its strings cut, hurtling away even faster than he had come.
The black rod didn't slow down.
It slammed straight into the head of the Bone Dragon charging toward them.
Thud!
The Bone Dragon, said to boast the world's strongest defense—one that even a full-power strike from a Titled Douluo of the same level could barely break—
was like a paper lantern before the black rod.
Its enormous dragon head was crushed flat!
Countless hard bones turned to powder.
Gu Rong didn't even have time to cry out before the terrifying force knocked him out of his Martial Soul Avatar.
The two figures slammed heavily into the plaza.
Dust rose everywhere.
Two bottomless craters appeared in the ground.
Silence.
A deathly silence.
Everyone's mouths hung open, their eyes nearly popping from their sockets.
What had just happened?
Those were two Titled Douluo!
And they had even been enhanced by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!
Bibi Dong had actually sent them flying with a single blow from a fire poker...?
Without even using a Soul Skill?
What kind of joke was this?
Even Bibi Dong herself stared at the dark iron rod in her hand, shock filling her eyes.
She could feel it.
That last strike hadn't been powerful because of her strength.
It was the iron rod itself.
Its indestructible texture, its crushing weight, as if it contained the very truths of the Great Dao, had ignored the enemy's Soul Power defense and delivered the purest kind of devastating blow.
"This thing..."
Bibi Dong murmured, "It seems even more terrifying than the legendary divine weapons."
Lin Qiu smiled as he picked up the thread.
"Of course."
"This is a Saint Weapon prototype forged from Dragon Pattern Black Gold. It hasn't been inscribed with Dao Patterns yet, but it's more than enough to swat two little ants."
Dragon Pattern Black Gold? Saint Weapon?
No one present understood what those words meant.
They knew only one thing.
Spirit Hall was absurdly powerful!
Bibi Dong was absurdly powerful!
And the Holy Son Lin Qiu, who had given Bibi Dong that weapon, was even more unfathomable!
In the craters in the distance,
Chen Xin and Gu Rong struggled to climb out.
Both of them were in an utterly wretched state.
Chen Xin's spotless white robes were in tatters, his chest caved in, blood at the corner of his mouth. The Seven Kill Sword in his hand had dimmed, and a gap the size of a grain of rice had appeared in its blade!
That was a sign that his Martial Soul had been damaged!
Gu Rong was in even worse shape. The bones on one side of his body had been shattered. If his natural defenses hadn't been so formidable, that blow would have taken his life.
"Fengzhi..."
Chen Xin's voice was hoarse, despair filling his eyes. "We... lost."
They had lost horribly.
They hadn't even been able to withstand a single strike.
Was this Spirit Hall's true strength?
Ning Fengzhi's face had gone ashen.
He looked at the two elders, who were like fathers and brothers to him, grievously injured and at death's door. Then he looked at the Pope and the Holy Son, standing high above on the platform.
The last line of defense in his heart collapsed completely.
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