Dragon Pattern Black Gold! Lin Qiu's Terrifying Foundation!

"Do you think this is some kind of playground?"

"This is the Martial Soul Hall!"

"It is not the backyard of your 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 silently beneath her feet.

The terrifying pressure radiating from that blood-red hundred-thousand-year soul ring, in particular, caused Ning Fengzhi's face to turn deathly pale in an instant.

Twin Martial Souls!

The current Pope was also a Title Douluo!

And a peerless Douluo at that, possessing a hundred-thousand-year soul ring!

"Bibi Dong!"

Battle intent surged in the eyes of Sword Douluo Chen Xin, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand flared with brilliant light. "For the sake of Rongrong, even if this is the Pope Palace, this old man will force his way through today!"

"Sword Dao: Chen Xin!"

Chen Xin seemed to merge entirely with the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, transforming into a hundred-meter-long, heaven-shaking sword rainbow that descended toward the high platform with an unstoppable momentum.

This strike gathered every insight he had gained into the sword dao throughout his life.

Even the space itself developed faint cracks under the weight of this blow.

Bone Douluo Gu Rong was not to be outdone; he transformed into a massive Bone Dragon, roaring as he charged toward Bibi Dong, his black bone spurs raining down like a torrential storm.

Two Title Douluo, unleashing their full power!

The surrounding guests scattered in terror, fearing they would be caught in the aftermath of this horrific battle.

As everyone watched the figure standing before Lin Qiu on the high platform, a complex light flashed in their eyes.

That woman... was she really going to start a war with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect for the sake of Lin Qiu?

Just as everyone expected an earth-shattering battle to erupt, Lin Qiu suddenly pulled a pitch-black object from his robes and handed it to Bibi Dong.

"Mom, use this."

"This thing is heavy; it hurts when you hit people with it."

It was a black iron rod.

It looked completely ordinary, even covered in mottled marks that resembled rust.

There was no fluctuation of soul power, nor any flowing radiance.

It looked just like a discarded fire poker from a roadside blacksmith's shop.

Bibi Dong was slightly stunned.

She had intended to use her soul skills to suppress these two arrogant old fools.

But seeing what Lin Qiu handed her, she instinctively reached out and took it.

The moment it touched her hands, her wrist sank violently.

So heavy!

Bibi Dong was shocked.

This iron rod, which appeared no thicker than a wrist, weighed over a hundred thousand jin!

One had to know that even the Clear Sky Hammer of the Clear Sky Sect weighed only a few hundred or thousand jin.

What kind of material was this?

"Dragon Pattern Black Gold."

Lin Qiu's voice echoed in Bibi Dong's ear. "Mom, don't use soul power. Just swing it."

Although Bibi Dong did not know what Dragon Pattern Black Gold was, she held absolute trust in Lin Qiu.

At this moment, Chen Xin's heaven-shaking sword rainbow had already reached her.

The sharp sword qi had already sliced off a strand of hair from Bibi Dong's forehead.

Bibi Dong did not use any soul skills.

She simply gripped the "rusted" black rod with both hands and, relying on the terrifying physical constitution of a Title Douluo, swung it toward the sword rainbow in a simple, brutal arc.

No frills.

Pure strength.

Pure hardness.

As the black rod sliced through the air, it emitted a muffled, low-pitched groan.

Wherever it passed, the space actually appeared like a shattered mirror, covered in dense, black cracks!

That was pure physical force, crushing space itself!

BOOM—!

The black rod and the Seven Kill Sword rainbow collided.

There was no stalemate of equal strength as expected.

There was no earth-shattering energy explosion.

There was only a crisp, teeth-grinding sound of shattering.

CRACK!

That invincible Seven Kill Sword rainbow, touted as the number one attack in the continent, was like fragile glass before this black rod.

It shattered instantly!

Countless silver fragments of soul power splashed in every direction.

Immediately following was the physical entity.

The main body of the Seven Kill Sword martial soul in Chen Xin's hand bent violently the moment it touched the black rod, letting out a mournful wail.

"Pfft!"

Chen Xin was struck as if by lightning; he spat out a mouthful of blood and was sent flying backward like a kite with a broken string, moving even faster than when he had arrived.

The black rod, its momentum undiminished, slammed squarely into the head of the charging Bone Dragon.

BANG!

That Bone Dragon, known for having the world's greatest defense—a defense that even a full-force strike from a Title Douluo of the same level could hardly break—was like a paper lantern before this black rod.

Its massive dragon head was smashed flat!

Countless sturdy bones were pulverized into powder.

Gu Rong didn't even have time to scream before he was smashed right out of his martial soul true body state by this terrifying, monstrous strength.

Two figures slammed heavily into the ground of the plaza.

Dust and smoke billowed.

Two bottomless pits appeared in the ground.

Silence.

A deathly, suffocating silence.

Everyone had their mouths wide open, their eyeballs nearly popping out of their sockets.

What had just happened?

Those were two Title Douluo!

And they were Title Douluo amplified by the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda!

They had actually been sent flying by Bibi Dong with a single strike from... a fire poker?

Without even using a soul skill?

What kind of joke was this!

Even Bibi Dong herself, looking at the pitch-black iron rod in her hand, was filled with shock.

She could feel it.

That strike just now wasn't due to her own strength being overwhelming.

It was the iron rod itself.

That indestructible texture, that sense of weight as if it contained the ultimate truths of the Great Dao, had directly ignored the opponent's soul power defense, dealing the purest form of destructive blow.

"This thing..."

Bibi Dong muttered to herself, "It seems even more terrifying than the legendary divine artifacts."

Lin Qiu, standing to the side, smilingly took up the conversation.

"Of course it is."

"This is a holy weapon embryo forged from Dragon Pattern Black Gold. Although it hasn't been inscribed with Dao patterns yet, it is more than enough to smash two little ants."

What Dragon Pattern Black Gold? What holy weapon?

The people present couldn't understand these terms at all.

They only knew one thing.

Martial Soul Hall was ridiculously strong!

Bibi Dong was ridiculously strong!

And that Holy Son Lin Qiu, who had bestowed the weapon upon Bibi Dong, was even more unfathomable!

In the massive crater in the distance.

Chen Xin and Gu Rong struggled to crawl out.

The two of them were in an utterly wretched state.

Chen Xin's once-pristine white robes were now tattered and torn, his chest was sunken, blood stained the corners of his mouth, and the Seven Kill Sword in his hand had dimmed, even bearing a chip the size of a grain of rice!

That was a sign of his Martial Soul being damaged!

Gu Rong was in an even worse condition; the bones in half of his body had been shattered. Had it not been for his astonishing innate defensive capabilities, that single strike just now would likely have claimed his life.

"Fengzhi..."

Chen Xin's voice was hoarse, his eyes filled with despair, "We... have lost."

They had lost too miserably.

They hadn't even managed to withstand a single move from the opponent.

Was this the true foundation of Martial Soul Hall?

Ning Fengzhi's face was ashen.

He looked at the two elders who were like fathers and brothers to him, now lying on the verge of death, and looked up at the Pope and the Holy Son standing high above on the platform.

The final line of defense in his heart collapsed completely.